Lott shook his head. "If I want to leave, no one can stop me!"
Iceburg stared at Lott for a long while before shifting his gaze to Franky and Lucci's battlefield. "Is that really Franky?"
Lott nodded at the question. "Yes. That's his new body, fused with memory alloy. It's practically immortal."
"Let's go. He should have no trouble handling Lucci now. Let's go see the culprit first."
Iceburg glanced at Franky's battlefield, still unable to keep himself from worrying. "Will Franky really be all right?"
Lott patted his shoulder. "Relax. He's very strong now, and if anything goes wrong, I'm still here."
When Lott brought Iceburg over to Spandam, they saw that Robin had already bound Spandam's hands and feet with hands, covered his mouth, and gripped his neck.
Lott slowly walked over to Robin. "Robin, I believe you've recognized who he is?"
Robin nodded, the scene of Spandine launching the Buster Call to destroy Ohara playing through her mind.
But she dared not dwell on it, because the sight of the villagers' and her friends' vivid faces slowly vanishing in the sea of flames haunted her like a nightmare.
And Spandam was none other than Spandine's son. To think Spandam had followed in his father's footsteps. Father and son were equally loathsome.
Lott naturally knew Robin's hatred for this family, and the opportunity was right before her. If they let Spandam go today, there was no telling whether they would ever catch this coward again.
He said to Robin, "I know everything. Deal with him however you want!"
Robin turned back to look at Lott in some shock. "But he's the chief of CP9. Killing him would be the same as declaring war directly on the World Government."
Lott looked up at the enormous Gate of Justice behind