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click!
Ghost Shark cracked his knuckles with one hand, making a crisp sound.
"993."
Piklo broke out in a cold sweat, his face pale with pain, and answered with heavy breathing.
"Continue calculating, 993-7?"
The ghost shark's head was hidden under the hood of the nun's habit, obscuring its beautiful profile, but its eyes were cold and obsessive, like snowflakes falling into a deep well, insanely crazy.
Picklo was almost stunned; he was momentarily speechless.
Whoosh!
But in those brief few seconds, another symmetrical blood-stained thorn pierced through the air and stabbed his right hand hard onto the red carpet.
"Aaaaaah! My hand! My kingly power!!"
The emperor of the underworld was immediately in a sorry state. His right hand was pierced by the blood spikes and caved in. Several broken bones and blood splattered together. He convulsed like a dead maggot and almost fainted as his consciousness faded.
What is 993 - 7?
The suffocating sound reached Piccolo's ears again, causing his body to tremble involuntarily, just like waking up to find a venomous snake coiled on the blankets, almost giving him a heart attack.
click!
Specter cracked his middle finger with one hand again, looking down at Piklo with a languid tone but a cold smile.
"986!" This time, Piklo replied very quickly, almost as if he was answering before anyone else.
"Continue!" The torture by Specter Shark continued.
"979, 972, 965..."
The man, as imposing as a lion, with a pained expression hidden beneath half a clown mask, created a comical effect.
Indeed, human happiness is built on the suffering of others.
As long as people are alive, the concept of bullying will always exist. Doro's statement is quite accurate.
Piklo endured the pain, almost biting his tongue to keep himself awake, each time jolting awake just before he was about to faint. If he were stabbed twice more, it wouldn't just be his hands that would be ruined.
Just bear with it, just bear with it a little longer.
Lord Jack arrived very quickly.
She'll pay me back tenfold for how she treats me now!
"If you knew it would turn out like this, why did you accept the job to assassinate me in the first place?"
Ghost Shark chuckled softly as she gracefully walked past him and sat down on an exquisite bench.
The sky above the banquet hall was gray and gloomy. The Tombstone Island, raining down blood spears, was like an angry whale, crashing down with a deafening roar. The splashing blood, along with the oppressive atmosphere of the island, burst forth, and no one could escape it.
As darkness fell, the ancient castle on the cliff edge still echoed with distant wails, which quickly faded away after they began.
A sliver of the setting sun still lingered in the western sky, while Tombstone Island to the east, as if splattered with blood, was gradually being stained a dark red. The boundary between the two islands became a scene of gold and red blending together, and the quiet night was fast approaching.
Two blood spikes extended and pinned Piklo's hands down, while two more floated in the air, aimed at him.
Ghost Shark silently gazed at the sky, summoning Blood Bats to scoop up unopened bottles of red wine from the treasured wine cabinet, while another Blood Bat brought over freshly washed goblets.
The girl knocked
She tapped the bottle, and a clear, melodious sound came from the mouth, like elves in a green forest waving to her.
Bo~
The old wine bottle held a rich, fruity aroma. As the cork was pulled out, the dark red wine splashed out, like a line of sprites flowing into the crystal goblet.
"Do you know?" The little nun took a sip, frowned, and tasted a bit sour. "Because of you trash, I lost 21 of my men."
Specter recounted in a somber tone that this was the first time she had seen her subordinates die while leading the ship alone, and that 21 of them had perished.
These young faces, hailing from the elite class at headquarters, might be highly valued and have bright futures under some general if they weren't following the attention they receive.
"They shouldn't have died in an assassination attempt against me... They shouldn't have died unknowingly in the cold, lonely night, victimized by some strange power."
Ghost Shark took a small sip of his drink, his voice slightly hoarse.
“They should be in the sunshine, smiling and greeting the crowds, receiving cheers.” Ghost Shark took a breath and smiled as if he had seen that scene. “Heads held high, proud, especially tough... just like other victorious marines.”
"832..." The numb voice of counting rang out.
Bang!
Ghost Shark gulped down the liquor in the glass, then slammed it heavily onto the long table, shattering it into pieces with a loud crash.
Two blushes appeared on her lower eyelids, whether from a low alcohol tolerance or from pent-up anger, it was hard to tell.
The sudden, sharp sound startled Piccolo awake. He had barely regained his senses when a chilling growl erupted: "You fucking beast!!!"
Chichichichichi!!!
The two blood spikes used for securing the body were pulled out instantly, and the blood dripping from them stained the blood spikes floating below. Before Piklo could even cry out in pain, all four blood spikes danced like a whirlwind, violently piercing his fragile body one by one.
The ghost shark laughs in the gale, the blood spikes dance in the blood fountain, gods will be cleaved in the path, mountains will be climbed over, crushed, pierced, all for the sake of it all!
"Hahahaha..." The madwoman's face was covered in blood, and she laughed until tears streamed down her face.
......
Not long after, at a corner of the beach.
"Boss Jack, we've reached Tombstone Island." A pirate, carrying a sword, grinned and pointed to the slowly emerging forest of tombstones ahead.
"prprprpr~" A burly pirate licked his lips, grinned lewdly, and said with a dry mouth, "Boss Jack, this time the target is that Ghost Shark, right? She's a real beauty!"
"That's right, that's right, the legendary woman who rivals the Empress, I really want to taste what she's like."
"Of course, although it's not as big as the Empress's, her little face makes you want to cherish her."
Inside the large ship adorned with a double-horned skull, Jack the Drought's men were laughing and joking, completely oblivious to the mission at hand.
Who is the eldest in your family?
Jack the Drought, a veteran of the Beasts Pirates, a trusted lieutenant of Kaido, the lifelong recipient of the title of the bravest on Onigashima, the destroyer of more than twenty island nations, the ruler of all fish-men and the Kuri region of Wano Country, a cruel great pirate, a humble and good captain, and a future legend destined to become a top-tier captain!
"Shut up!" Jack, who preferred quiet, muttered.
The next moment, the subordinates stopped talking and waited faithfully for Jack's orders.
"Damn woman! How dare she look down on our Beasts Pirates!"
Thick blood stained the central monument red. A red glint flashed in Jack's eyes, which widened, his expression terrifyingly silent.
"Pull the boat over to me!"
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As his men swiftly docked the ship, Jack was the first to jump off the deck, landing with a thud on the ground.
Now even the lowly pirates dared not speak.
Blood and fragments of wood and stone formed the background of the central monument.
The stench of blood that permeated the air silently recounted the recent horrific massacre.
"Hey, is this really something the Navy did?" A pirate, barely suppressing the urge to vomit, asked, his face pale.
"A newbie, huh? He's just killing to vent his anger," the person in front explained, turning around.
"Shut up!"
The deep, muffled sound coming from under Jack's helmet was like the thick, oppressive clouds that gather before a summer downpour.
His over eight-meter-tall body walked steadily ahead, each step he took producing a muffled thud, exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure.
The Beasts Pirates silently marched on, following the method given by Piklo, and found the elevator mechanism hidden inside, slowly and smoothly ascending.
The gleaming chains slowly turned, revealing a dark and gloomy ascending passage that stretched endlessly. Occasionally, several emergency escape hatches would flash by, each equipped with various escape tools, creating an atmosphere of strict discipline.
Hey, hey, hey, that guy is supposed to be the emperor of the underworld, why does he seem so cowardly?
Several pirates watched this scene, exchanging glances and trying hard to suppress their contemptuous smiles.
Wow!
The chains stopped, the metal floor abruptly halted, and Piccolo's secure base slowly came into view.
Blood, it's all blood.
Thick blood flowed down the terrain, and broken fragments drifted in the wind. Jack opened his eyes and activated his Observation Haki; only a powerful aura remained in the entire base.
"You deserve to die, Navy!"
Whoosh!
A blood-red spear shot towards them like a missile.
It flew through the air, leaving afterimages. But Jack snorted coldly, grabbed it, and crushed it into bloody pulp.
“A vice admiral is one thing,” Jack growled, “but you, a mere colonel, think you can injure me?”
With that low growl, the pirates behind him were startled, stammering like quails, and obediently followed behind.
How long has it been since we've seen Boss Jack this angry?
Last time, a kingdom, relying on the protection of the Navy, spoke disrespectfully to Kaido, the leader of the kingdom. Jack overheard this and, in a fit of rage, led the slaughter of the entire kingdom.
The stench of blood grew stronger ahead. After walking a few hundred more steps, the scene before them slowly revealed itself.
"That, that's it!" One of the pirates exclaimed, taking two steps back in fright.
This time, even the old pirate's eyes widened, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
Jingguan!
A mound of Jingguan piled up as high as an ancient castle!
The bloodied heads were grotesque and terrifying, yet they were neatly arranged and piled up into a well-ordered pyramid.
Next to the Jingguan (a mound of corpses) stands a tall wooden pole.
Raising its head and moving upwards, it revealed a lion-headed clown whose death was extremely gruesome.
He hung alone above, his chest hollow as if gnawed by a wild beast, his hands and feet violently pierced, his whole body swaying and fluttering in the wind.
It was none other than their beneficiary—the Medicine King, Piccolo!
"You did a really good job!" Jack gritted his teeth and glared at the top of the Jingguan, where a woman dragging a circular saw stood with empty, numb eyes.
"Do you like the gift I gave to the Beasts Pirates?"
Looking at the newcomer, the little nun regained some of her composure, a smile blooming on her face, but her tone was icy cold.
"You mere Marines? Who do you think the Beast Pirates are?!" Jack's eyes flashed with killing intent as he gripped his twin scythes and charged forward.
Meanwhile, the well-informed Morgans finally noticed the assassination on Crescent Island and immediately reacted. Relying on his connections, he found out the reason and then dispatched a large number of news birds to track the latest developments on Tombstone Island.
A typical evening at the New World G3 branch.
"Hahaha, Bogart, why didn't you respond when I called you?" An old scoundrel wearing a dog-head hat walked listlessly into the adjutant's office, munching on a donut.
"It's nothing, just a small matter."
The man in the brown suit pulled his hat down low and discreetly hid the newspaper behind his back, but his shoulders kept trembling.
It was none other than Bogart, the hidden master swordsman of the G3 branch and Garp's second-in-command!
Ok?
has a problem!
The Garp may be reckless, but they're not stupid!
He is 70 years old and works part-time as a detective.
And this adjutant, with whom he spent every day, was clearly hiding something!
"Show me what you're holding," Cooper said, feigning seriousness. "Let me see!"
“No, that’s not good!” Bogart paused, looking hesitant. “It wouldn’t be good for anyone to take it out.”
"This is an order, let me see it!"
“Alright then, if you insist.” Bogart sighed and solemnly handed over the newspaper, a gesture that made Garp think it was royalty bestowing a crown.