One Piece: Winged Dragon of the Beasts Pirates

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"very good."

Ian clapped his hands. "By the way, what about the Tontatta tribe? Where are they?"

"They were settled in the forest of Jiuli,"

"The Devil Fruit you're looking for was found with their help," Jin said.

"Oh?"

Ian was overjoyed. "Has it been found?"

"Um,"

Jin nodded. "Mr. Kaido made the royalist eat it."

Are we supporting the monarchy?

She was a young girl who had just joined the group, around ten years old, but she didn't often play with Ian and the others because she wasn't a combatant; she was Teacher Kai's secretary.

It seems that fifteen years later, that girl will also look like a little girl. Teacher Kai, I really didn't know you were this kind of person.

"Not bad."

Ian nodded slightly. As a user of the Dumpling Fruit, Baohuang indeed didn't need to go to the front lines personally; staying by Kai's side was much safer.

Have you tried it?

Jin nodded slightly. "We tested it on the native beasts of Wano Country, and the results were excellent. After being fed the dumplings made by the Emperor, they all completely obeyed the Emperor's orders."

Wano Country itself also has many ferocious beasts, but their quality is certainly not comparable to that of Ruscana Island.

"The Kuja Pirates have already started helping us capture ferocious beasts,"

Ian said, "Umit will help us transport it, but it will probably take some time. Then we'll see who the royalists are."

"I hope those beasts are really as powerful as you say."

Uncle Jin gave a soft snort.

Otherwise, providing shelter to Amazon Lily would be a complete loss; what is the Kuja Pirates anyway?

Ian just chuckled.

Even without those beasts, protecting Kuja would be incredibly lucrative; one Hancock would be more than enough.

"I'll leave the fishmen and mermaids to you, Uncle Jhin. I'm going back to Ghost Island now."

Since Teacher Kai has entrusted Uncle Jin with the responsibility of managing the fish and the fishmen, Ian is naturally happy to have some free time.

The handover was completed immediately, and the still bewildered immigrants left with Uncle Jhin before Ian led his friends back to Ghost Island.

Oh, and with them came a merman army of over a thousand people.

As is customary, the three Hancock sisters are quite amazed when they look out at Ghost Island from the sea.

"Is that the head of some giant that died?"

Hancock guessed.

After all, the shape of Ghost Island doesn't look like it was formed naturally.

"Who knows."

Ian smiled.

According to local legends in Wano Country, Onigashima was the head of a giant demon that was dropped there by a valiant samurai and eventually transformed into the island.

But the country no longer has any warriors, so no one mentions the legend anymore.

When we got close to Ghost Island, we hadn't even brought the boat close to the dock yet.

Ian heard a roaring sound.

He looked up and saw an iron bird fly over the ship, accompanied by a sharp screech.

"Oh!"

Ian exclaimed with delight, "Did it work?"

Before leaving Ghost Island, they could only circle a few times in the air before crashing.

So now they can even fly over the sea, detached from Ghost Island?

Uncle Quinn, I knew I hadn't misjudged you.

"what is that?"

Hancock was surprised again.

It's impossible not to be surprised.

This is from a completely different era than the mainstream technology on the high seas.

"It's called... Airplane, right, Ian?"

Yamato glanced at Hancock with a grin, "This is a weapon that Ian had Uncle Quinn develop."

Hancock clenched her fists immediately.

That wretched white hair!

So what if he lived with Ian for more than a decade longer than me?

You wait!

However, Ian's attention was now completely focused on the aircraft in the sky.

If this aircraft is ready for actual combat, then the Golden Dragon can immediately be transformed into an aircraft carrier.

The large ship docked, and Ian eagerly disembarked.

"Hahaha! You've come back just in time!"

At the port, Uncle Quinn laughed heartily, "Have you seen my latest masterpiece?"

"It looks really good!"

Ian gazed at the iron bird that was already returning to its flight path. "Where's the data?"

Uncle Quinn rattled off a string of data: "Fastest flight speed is 500 kilometers per hour, highest flight altitude is 8,000 meters, longest flight distance is 1,000 kilometers, and maximum payload is close to one ton."

Ian's eyes lit up as he listened; this was already close to the level of World War II fighter jets from his previous life.

"I can't think of anything else that can be improved for the time being,"

Uncle Quinn chuckled, "If we can achieve a breakthrough in energy, then perhaps we can go even further."

"Then let's prepare for mass production."

Ian said, “Build a factory specifically for producing fighter jets.”

"Hahaha! Of course!"

Uncle Quinn laughed heartily.

He finally achieved results faster than Judge!

Then Ian reminded him, "Now that the research on the aircraft has come to an end, Uncle Quinn, we can start developing underwater weapons. The fishman troops are already in place."

"You boy!"

Uncle Quinn immediately became furious, his beard bristling and eyes wide with rage. "Are you ordering me around?"

I've been so busy lately that I haven't even been to the flower market much.

Just then, the iron bird descended from the sky and slowly landed at the port.

A man flips off the iron bird.

"Oh?"

Ian was somewhat surprised.

"Lord Ian, you're back."

The man nodded to Ian in a calm and composed manner.

"Drake,"

Ian greeted him with a smile. It had been a while since he'd seen him, and the guy had grown a lot taller. He now looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man. It was truly Koby-esque abnormal growth.

"why you?"

"This kid has been very active lately."

Uncle Quinn pursed his lips, "His strength has improved very quickly too."

"Is that so?"

Ian smiled and said to Drake, "So you've completely adapted to life here?"

Drake smiled and nodded gently.

"Brother Ian!"

Cheers erupted from the entrance.

Runti and her brother ran over.

A blond kid followed behind.

"Brother Ian!"

Ian raised an eyebrow.