The most courageous pirate hunter

Burgess, Lucci, and the others went out to have some fun.

With their current combat strength, as long as they don't encounter a 2v1 situation, they won't be in any danger even if a top-tier expert comes, provided they are lucky enough.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh~"

"The first bomb has been developed."

Hermes was happy today because Caesar, Quinn, and Judge gave him a surprise: the little boy had been successfully created. Unfortunately, after testing, it fell far short of Hermes's requirements.

Its power is about one-tenth that of a Power Rock, which is undoubtedly very weak.

But then I thought, something is better than nothing.

Moreover, if the power is insufficient, quantity can be increased; one must know how to change one's thinking.

"Jie Jie~"

"Keep up the good work and try to increase its power."

Hermes tosses a metal ball the size of a table; this is the first generation of little boys!

"Of course."

After staying in the research room for a while, Hermes left.

Quinn and his two teammates are working very hard, and he is very satisfied.

"Boss, Fire Fist Ace is trying to escape again."

At this moment, Bruno emerged from the alternate dimension and looked at Hermes, who was tossing the little boy around. He didn't understand why they hadn't made a deal with the Whitebeard Pirates yet, especially since six days had passed since the Marineford War.

"Give him another beating."

Hermes didn't take it seriously at all. With Fire Fist Ace's small physique, there was no way he could escape. At most, he was just disobedient, like he had some kind of restlessness. A beating would fix it, or if that didn't work, he could keep beating him.

He likes those stubborn, unyielding individuals.

"Boss, why haven't you handed Fire Fist Ace over to the Whitebeard Pirates yet?"

"Don't panic, I have a plan for this."

Hermes didn't say much, but instead took out a Den Den Mushi from his pocket, dialed a familiar number, and within just three seconds, a fawning voice came from the other end.

"Lord Jormungandr."

"Have you found out where Ferrari, the Golden Emperor, and the Blackbeard Pirates are?"

Yesterday, Hermes had Ferrari inquire about the two men. A day has passed, and with Morgans' intelligence capabilities, he should have some news. Ever since he learned of the Golden Emperor's wealth and power, he has decided to bring him into Langzhong.

He could become the world's richest man simply by winning over the other party.

Furthermore, with the Golden Emperor's influence in both the legitimate and underworld circles, he could easily exchange the bounty money for the Navy Hunters. This matter has been dragging on for too long and must be resolved.

Once he had control of the Golden Emperor, he prepared to take action against Blackbeard.

Finding out the secret of eating two Devil Fruits, and then using Ace to attack Whitebeard, everything was so smooth and enjoyable.

"Currently, Gran Tesoro is an entertainment city on Pippi Island in the New World, but the Blackbeard Pirates do not."

Ferrari was a little uneasy.

This big shot just defeated the Sengoku period, and the war that the navy was originally going to win was lost because of it. Anyone with eyes in the world can see that.

The navy has really had the worst luck imaginable.

"Notify me immediately of any news regarding the Blackbeard Pirates' whereabouts."

"Yes!!!"

The Den Den Mushi hung up, and Ferrari wiped away a cold sweat.

I felt a little sorry for the Golden Emperor and Blackbeard. I wondered how they had offended this man. Their future days were probably going to be tough.

Despite the Golden Emperor's immense power, and even his ability to control the Celestial Dragons to some extent with money, what good is it? In the face of absolute power, it's all just fleeting smoke.

As for Blackbeard, he seems to be one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

In short, good luck to you!

"This is really putting me in a difficult position!"

in the office.

After listening to Fallaci's report, Morgans's bird-like face was full of hesitation. In fact, he also had a cooperative relationship with the Golden Emperor, and in principle, he should have reminded the other party.

He was just afraid that the Hunter King would find out later.

After much hesitation, Morgans decided it was better not to get involved.

He simply couldn't afford to offend the King of Hunters.

New world.

An island.

The bustling town was filled with shouts and cheers, presenting a thriving scene.

Burgess was dominating a casino, his pockets piled high with chips, and his grin stretched almost to his ears. He had left the organization to have some fun after the Marineford War.

He was originally traveling with Guy Ritchie, Lucci, and Hody Jones, but they parted ways halfway through the journey.

Given the current reputation of the Monarchy Organization, Burgess and others must be household names, so he disguised himself slightly by putting on a mustache, and to this day no one has recognized him.

"Hahaha~"

"That's all for today. I'm very happy, and these are all gifts for you."

Burgess casually pulled out a handful of chips and threw them out, his extravagant manner resembling that of a spoiled rich man's foolish son, which caused a great uproar and a scramble for the chips.

He preferred going to the gladiatorial arena to gambling.

After all, he is a fighting champion.

He heard that a fighting tournament is held here every five years, so he came.

"Damn it, we suffered heavy losses today."

"Boss, would you like some...?"

Watching Bages swagger away, the burly men who looked like gangsters all turned to their boss and simultaneously made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Keep your hands and feet clean."

The fat, big-eared boss waved his hand, his practiced manner clearly indicating he had done this many times before.

"Don't worry, boss!"

The henchmen were confident of victory. They had a complete solution for this kind of thing. They wouldn't let the guy die directly, but would sell him to the human market or smuggle his organs, which would also bring in a considerable sum.

There were ten people present.

Each person possesses one or two of the six styles, and two even have mastered Observation Haki, while three have mastered Armament Haki. As for that seemingly burly and unintelligent guy, he's definitely easy prey.

Here.

Bages whistled as he walked through the dimly lit alley, heading towards the underground fighting arena halfway up the mountain. To be honest, with his strength, he wouldn't be afraid of even the strongest fighters at the top of the pyramid; he was practically unmatched.

But Burgess just happens to enjoy this kind of thing. He will maintain his strength at the same level as his opponent and then win the championship. It's something that most people can't understand.

"Come out! We've been following you all this way."

After passing through three streets and two alleys, Bages stopped and leaned against the wall, looking at the empty space behind him, where his signature biceps were embroidered. The ten thugs, no longer hiding, came out and surrounded him menacingly.

"They found us so quickly."

"It should be Observation Haki."

"Even if I have Conqueror's Haki, I'll still lie here today."

"Be more efficient."

The burly man leading the group waved his hand, completely disregarding Bages.

shhhhhh! ! !

In an instant, several figures vanished from their spots using the Shave technique and launched an attack on Bages.

"Point to the gun."

"Lanjiao."

"Armed".

In Bages' eyes, these people were like slow motion, as if viewed from God's perspective.

The era of BOSS's rise has completely sped up. Even these small fry possess the Six Styles or Overlord Aura. Given the world's huge population and races, who knows what powerful figures might be hiding in various parts of the world.

Even if one genius appears out of a million, the future is still as common as dogs.

All factions anticipated this situation. If a vice admiral represents a certain level of combat power, then in the future, the number of people possessing this level of combat power will be in the tens or hundreds of millions.

The number of top-tier powerhouses like the generals and the four emperors will likely increase from a small group to hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands in the future.

The strength of these thugs shows that the world has entered a stage where experts are emerging one after another.

Definitely hellish level.