"Sand and such don't really matter."
A boy with green algae hair emerged from the hole, rubbed his temples, and shook his head, "This dizziness is really unbearable."
"Your constitution is still too weak, Green Algae Head."
The blond boy stood elegantly nearby, bent his head down, and with a flick of his hand, skillfully lit a cigarette, "You train the hardest every day, but it seems to be useless. Maybe you should follow me and learn to cook instead."
"What are you showing off for!"
Zoro turned his head angrily, "If you weren't dizzy, you wouldn't have put the cigarette butt in your mouth!"
"Huh?"
Sanji looked closely, and indeed it was reversed... No wonder it felt weird to smoke it.
More figures stood up from the sand, some shaking their heads, others dusting off the dirt on their bodies.
"In any case, we managed to land successfully."
Law stepped out of the pit, patted the sand off his spotted hat, and surveyed the surroundings, "It's my first time seeing so many Heavenly Celestial Dragons at once..."
"Roughly counted, about 350 or so."
Smoker, with a cigar in his mouth, came forward, "When I joined the Navy, I never thought a day like this would come."
"So many Heavenly Celestial Dragons wiped out at once, I wonder what kind of expression the World Government will have."
Beside him, Nojiko clashed her fists heavily and grinned, "Our bounties will surely skyrocket. This time, I might even surpass you, Smoker."
"Bounty? Hahaha! So they are pirates!"
At this moment, Saint Charlos finally realized, not only did he not feel fear, but he excitedly waved his pistol:
"Great! I was getting bored just killing civilians! These pirates are perfect as an appetizer! Hey, you guys! Go for it! Beat them up, then throw them into the hunting grounds. All these prey are mine!"
However...
The scene he expected, where the CP Agents would charge up and control these pirates, did not happen.
Instead, the masked figures stood frozen in place, staring intently in one direction, their bodies trembling.
"Hey! Are you deaf?"
Saint Charlos, furious, was about to continue yelling when he suddenly realized that the atmosphere on the beach had become unsettlingly quiet.
It wasn't just the CP people.
His fellow kin, the other Heavenly Celestial Dragons, had similar expressions, looking as if they'd seen a ghost, each face paler than the last.
What on earth is happening?
Saint Charlos turned his head suspiciously, following their gaze—
Amidst the sand, the last figure slowly stood up.
The black cloak fluttered lightly in the breeze, long fingers rested on the sword hilt behind him, the young man lifted his indifferent eyes, his gaze like a sharp sword piercing through the dust, thrusting directly forward.
This familiar, handsome face.
This contemptuous, familiar gaze.
"You... you..."
Saint Charlos was rooted in place, his lips began to tremble uncontrollably, the golden pistol in his hand dropped with a clatter onto the sand.
"Impossible..."
He staggered back, legs giving way as he collapsed to the ground, his crotch instantly soaking with a large patch, shouting in terror: "No... don't come over! You stay away!"
This scene was extremely comical.
If it were any other time, the other Heavenly Celestial Dragons would have laughed at him, but not now, as everyone's reaction was similar to his.
"It's... it's that man!!!"
"Shano! It's the Godslayer Shano! How is he here!"
"Forget it, run!!!"
Someone let out a heart-wrenching scream, and hundreds of Heavenly Celestial Dragons fell into chaos at once.
Some stumbled towards the yacht, some directly kneeled on the ground, vomiting uncontrollably, and some were so petrified that they fainted on the spot.
The images from the Shampodi broadcast three months ago had already become their deepest nightmare!
And on this day.
When that face was so close, the Heavenly Celestial Dragons finally recalled the fear of being dominated by him.
"Protect the nobles!"
The CP Agents finally reacted, forcefully suppressing their fear, forming a human wall.
The leading masked man noticed Smoker and immediately shouted:
"White Hunter Smoker! As a former Navy Officer, have you fallen so far! Now is your best chance to redeem yourself, turn back and..."
Swish!
A cold light flashed, the masked man grunted as his chest was pierced through.
Watching the masked man's figure collapse, Smoker drew out his jitte, expressionless as he exhaled a smoke ring:
"Navy? An organization that helps beasts hunt civilians, who would ever go back? It should have been swept into the dustbin of history long ago."
This operation also had a strategic meeting held in advance, exposing for the first time the bloody truth about the Heavenly Celestial Dragons extinguishing a country every three years, the hunting games, etc., laid bare before everyone.
Many were deeply shocked, and Smoker, once the most orthodox elite from the main branch, was undoubtedly the one most affected.
The last thread of hope for the Navy, stored deep in his heart, was completely shattered.
The Navy isn't worthy of discussing justice!
"Boss!"
Seeing the captain fall, a CP Agent gritted his teeth and rushed forward, picking up Charlos from the ground, "Hurry, sir, retreat quickly! You guys stay behind and buy us time!"
"Yes!"
"Tch, they really raised quite a few good dogs, it's a pity..."
Shano saw this scene, smiled, and his right thumb lightly pushed the sword guard.
"Too late."
Clang—!
A clear sword cry resounded across the beach, the black and red glow illuminating the world!
A massive streak of Sword Qi howled out, charging straight at the fleeing CP Agents and Saint Charlos.