One Piece meme: Starting with eight extraordinary skills

If you feel the world is full of malice while you are studying, for example, if the homeroom teacher always favors students with good grades and can smile and forgive them even if they make mistakes, but you, with poor grades, are criticized or even insulted by the homeroom teacher for the slightest mistake, and being moved to the last row of the classroom is the least of your worries, and you may even be isolated and ostracized by the whole class.

The longer you stay in this circle, the more oppressed and painful you will feel. You are powerless to resist, but you have the option to break out of this circle. At worst, you can transfer to another school and class to start over.

But if the whole world is filled with malice towards you, how can you start over?

Mr. Tom's life is just like that of many shipwrights. When he was young, he followed his master and diligently learned the skills. Although he was always looked at differently by his fellow apprentices and others because of his identity as a fishman from Fishman Street, most simple-minded technical men believed that as long as they had a skill, they could gain the respect of others.

Through his decades-long love and pursuit of ships, Mr. Tom successfully achieved a leap in social class, rising from a lowly fishman in Fishman Street to a top shipwright admired by the world.

However, he should have been recognized by the World Government, but he was destined to die simply because he had once built a ship for the Pirate King Roger.

So ridiculous, so laughable.

"Am I going to die?"

Mr. Tom remained remarkably calm, though the awful, duck-like voice of CP9 commander Spandam echoed in his ears.

When he looks back on his life, he will not regret wasting his years, nor be ashamed of having accomplished nothing. Thus, on his deathbed, Mr. Tom will be able to say with pride:

"I have dedicated my life and all my experiences to the most magnificent cause in the world!" (Reading La)

Suddenly, he heard Spandam, the CP9 commander on the platform, panicking, and a commotion broke out among the onlookers in the square.

As the shadows looming over the square grew ever larger, a massive three-masted warship crashed down.

Amidst the deafening roar, the ground trembled violently, and the two executioners, wielding instruments of torture and bayonets, were thrown about by the fierce wind, unable to carry out Mr. Tom's execution as planned.

A wooden ladder extended down from the deck and stopped in the square. A group of well-trained naval soldiers descended the ladder, and everyone lined up in two rows, heads held high, to meet them.

"asshole!"

Supported by two CP9 agents, Spandam stood up somewhat disheveled, glaring at the navy with gritted teeth, his expression suddenly froze.

Although he was a good-for-nothing, he only took over the position of CP9 commander after his father was killed by Yang Ming because of his family's long-standing cooperation with the Celestial Dragons. Even if he had never eaten pork, he had seen pork before, so he could immediately tell from the words and actions of these marines that this was a battle-hardened army.

There is a saying that people have vitality and spirit.

When things are going smoothly, it gives people a feeling of high spirits and upward mobility.

When an entire army is in this state, it means that the army has experienced many battles and has always been able to win, which is why it has cultivated this spirit.

"Whose subordinate is this?"

Amidst Spandam's suspicious gaze, a small figure came into view, a wide naval cloak billowing behind him, and the word "Justice" etched into everyone's eyes.

"Da da da……"

Facing the almost fanatical gazes of his subordinates, Yang Ming slowly stepped down from the three-masted warship, walked over to Mr. Tom, and extended his arms to help the elderly man, who was over fifty years old, up.

"you are?"

Mr. Tom looked at the excessively young boy in front of him with a puzzled expression. He seemed somewhat familiar, but he was not quite sure.

When Yang Ming came to Water Seven to carry out his mission, Mr. Tom was not at the company. He only learned about what had happened later from Espargo and Frankie, and saw Yang Ming's photo in the daily news bulletin of the World Economic News.

In just over a year, Yang Ming has grown much taller and experienced a lot, making him look much more mature than his peers. Mr. Tom, who is usually busy with work, naturally couldn't recognize Yang Ming at first glance.

There's a saying in my hometown: "A drop of water in need should be repaid with a spring of water."

Yang Ming smiled slightly, turned to the side and pointed to the three-masted warship behind him, explaining:

“Mr. Tom, this is a three-masted sailing ship that Espagu once gave me. He also gave me a Devil Fruit back then, and my subordinates and I are indebted to him.”

Upon hearing Yang Ming's words, Mr. Tom finally realized who he was.

Mr. Tom clapped his hands excitedly and exclaimed:

"So you're the young hero that Brother Jinbe often talks about. He always speaks highly of you in front of me and regrets not managing Brother Tiger's men well, which led to such a disgraceful act as the slave trade."

Mr. Tom is much older than Jinbe and often takes most of the profits from his company back to Fishman Street to help the poor fishmen. Jinbe has also been helped by him before, so it is perfectly reasonable for him to call Jinbe "brother".

This burly fish-man has a kind heart and a broad mind. He doesn't shy away from admitting that he took in some members of the Sun Pirates, and openly acknowledges that it was his mistake.

Actually, if we put ourselves in the fishman's shoes, it's not wrong for this old man, who has already achieved financial freedom, to mentor the younger generation of his clan. The mistake lies in the fact that the members of the Sun Pirates crossed the line and violated the rules.

Of course, more importantly, those fish-men also chose the wrong side, siding with Doflamingo, thus contributing to the Donquixote Family's human trafficking business.

Seeing the two reminiscing as if no one else was around, Spandam, with his vengeful nature, immediately recognized them as his father's killer.

"Yang! Ming!"

These two words were practically spat out from between Spandam's teeth. His fists were clenched tightly, his eyes blazing with fury as he stared at his opponent. It was as if a string of reason had snapped in his mind. Forgetting everything else, he immediately gave orders to the CP9 agents beside him:

"Go! Grab that guy! I'm going to skin him alive and make him kneel before my father's grave and beg for forgiveness!"

The group of CP9 agents in suits looked at each other, somewhat caught in a dilemma.

They had heard of Yang Ming's past achievements and how he was now a rising star in the Navy Headquarters. Putting aside whether they could win or not, just offending Yang Ming and his backers was enough to give them a headache.

Within the CP organization, there is even a rumor that Chief Instructor Zephyr once beat up CP0 member Guernica and threatened to demolish CP0's headquarters if anyone dared to cause trouble for his disciple.

This is just a rumor because it has not been confirmed by the parties involved.

Clearly, the Navy Headquarters and CP0 intentionally suppressed this matter to avoid airing their dirty laundry in public and to prevent unfounded speculation that the two major agencies under the World Government were undermining each other.

Seeing the CP9 agents stammering, Spandam roared angrily, his face contorted with rage:

"As the commander of CP9, I order you to carry out this mission immediately!"

"Yes!"

Unlike Rob Lucci, the CP9 agents dared not contradict their superiors to their faces, lest Spandam make things difficult for them later. They were entrusted with a mission that would surely result in their deaths, so they immediately stepped forward bravely.

They were about halfway there when Tina intercepted them.

"CP9?"

Tina cracked her wrists, then clenched her fists and punched out.

The Crusher King's gauntlets granted Tina immense destructive power, shooting out like physical ki cannons, interspersed with spiraling black powder.

As the three CP9 agents were blown away, the black powder floating in the air scattered and formed a huge iron cage, imprisoning the unfortunate people nearby.

The World Government has a special agency that takes in a group of orphans and places them on Guanhao Island for secret training. They undergo training that pushes the limits of the human body, enabling them to master the Six Powers of the Navy. However, not everyone can fully master them; some can only master one or two.

These people were no match for Tina. She managed to intercept more than a dozen CP9 agents all by herself.

"How, how could..."

Spandam braced himself on the railing of the platform, watching in disbelief as agents were knocked to the ground one by one.

Suddenly, Yang Ming vanished from Spandam's sight, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.

Yang Ming suddenly appeared in front of Spandam, slapped him to the ground, and then stepped on his lewd face.

Spandam struggled to his feet, when he heard a devilish whisper in his ear:

"You ant crawling on the ground, who gave you permission to raise your head?"

"You don't see my qualifications. Ants should just lie on the ground with their heads down and die like ants."

Hit people without slapping their faces, and curse people without revealing shortcomings.

But Yang Ming did the opposite.

Like his father Spandam, Spandam couldn't handle such a provocation. His face turned as red as a pig's liver. Feeling his dignity and face being trampled underfoot by Yang Ming, he no longer cared about anything else and immediately shouted into the crowd:

"Rob Lucci, save me!"

A barely audible sigh rose from the crowd, and a young man in a suit stepped forward, his hands in his pockets, his deadpan eyes fixed on his former nemesis.

Two former mortal enemies meet again after a year.

Will Rob Lucci be able to redeem himself this time?

Chapter 132 Rob Lucci Subdued! Akatsuki Gains Another Member

People always see the bright side of things and rarely notice the darkness in the corners of the world.

On this vast sea, places like the Lamb's Home founded by Sister Carmel are everywhere, taking in homeless orphans and selling them to those in need.

Without buying and selling, there is no harm.

Whether it's mad scientists conducting experiments on giants, people researching lineage factors, or the World Government planning to train agents for the CP organization, they all have an inextinguishable passion for children as a commodity.

All CP9 agents were housed on Crown Island and subjected to extremely brutal training.

Rob Lucci still remembers that there were thousands of children who came to Crown Island with him back then. These children came from the East Blue, West Blue, South Blue, North Blue and the Grand Line.

The daily training was far more brutal than that of the naval academy. Every day, they had to start training before dawn. If anyone was late, the instructors would not give them a second chance and would shoot them on the spot.

Each quarter consists of three months, and a bottom-ranking elimination system is implemented. After completing the training courses in each quarter, an assessment will be conducted. Orphans who rank in the bottom 10% will be buried in the ground on the spot as fertilizer. There is no other possibility. Then the training will continue for the next quarter. This cycle will continue until they successfully learn a single move of the Six Styles of the Navy, and only then will they be considered to have successfully graduated.

This brutal elimination system was euphemistically called "wolf culture" by all the instructors.

In that episode, Rob Lucci was undoubtedly the strongest.

Since joining CP9, Rob Lucci has never failed.

The defeat on Enies Lobby that day remains unforgettable for Rob Lucci.

fire!

Scorching flames!

Whenever Rob Lucci closes his eyes, he can always recall the seemingly endless crimson flames and the young man who is like a king of flames, standing in the raging fire, staring at him with a disdainful gaze.

Now, Rob Lucci stood before Yang Ming once more, every cell in his body trembling with excitement, yearning to tear the boy before him to shreds!

Spandam, the CP9 commander who was being brutally trampled under Yang Ming's feet, saw Rob Lucci's image reflected in his pupils and immediately showed a look of wild joy, exclaiming:

"Rob Lucci, kill this guy!"

Yang Ming looked up and saw Rob Lucci still the same as before, wearing an old-fashioned black suit, a top black hat, a white tie, and a black cape. A pigeon named Hadori was perched on his shoulder.

Seemingly sensing Yang Ming's gaze, Hadori, the pigeon, was as if it were being watched by a predator at the top of the food chain. An aura that made it tremble enveloped it, causing it to go limp and fall off Rob Lucci's shoulder. Fortunately, Rob Lucci caught it with quick reflexes, otherwise it would have taken a tumble.

"Hadori, why don't you rest for a while?"

Rob Lucci raised his right hand, and a white dove took flight, its eyes revealing a human-like look of worry.

Animals have more acute senses than humans and can always detect things that ordinary people cannot.

Hadori sensed an aura from Yang Ming that was far more terrifying than it had been a year ago. It was a terrifying aura that could only be found in the presence of a vice admiral or even an admiral in the Navy Headquarters!

But faced with hatred, Rob Lucci ignored Hadori's incessant warnings, and the moment his right hand, with its five fingers forming a claw, touched his own shoulder, he suddenly tore it apart with force.