One Piece: Nobody has more Devil Fruits than me.

The missions they organize are varied, ranging from hunting pirates as bounty hunters to assassinating certain individuals.

“I’d rather spend this time on some performance art. My latest wax figure design isn’t finished yet; it’s a masterpiece that can freeze a person into an eternal work of art at the moment of death…” Mr. 3 said.

The purpose of this gathering seems to be related to that mysterious company president.

That's what Miss. All Sunday said.

He wasn't interested.

"Something's not right here."

Daz Bonis, who was walking in the middle of the group, stopped, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, ready to switch into blades that could cut through iron like mud at any moment.

Having been an assassin for so many years, my subconscious is constantly sending warning signals.

"Huh? Don't make a fuss over nothing. I don't see anything wrong with it."

Mr. 2 Funker swayed over from the side, drawing out his voice. He naturally knew what Daz Bonis was talking about.

It's just too quiet.

"Tch, you're way too tense for an assassin. What's so strange about it being so quiet this early in the morning? Don't you sleep in when you have nothing to do?"

Bon Clay is so strong that he doesn't need a partner.

However, Paula had been working with Daz Bonis for some time and knew the man's keen sense of danger, so she stopped.

Funcray, who loves to contradict Daz Bones the most, doesn't care about all that.

Even though they were partners, they didn't treat each other as partners.

"If you have any questions, just call Miss All Sunday out and ask her."

Feng Kelei walked forward. "Miss All Sunday never calls people without a reason. Maybe the president wants to see us in person? Just thinking about it is exciting! I've never seen the president's face before..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

The light mist ahead slowly parted to the sides, revealing a straight passage.

At the end of the passage, a figure was slowly walking towards them.

"We've been waiting for you for a long time. The timing is just right. You can set sail as soon as you're done."

As the fog slowly dissipated, the people at the Baroque Studio saw a figure slowly approaching from not far away.

"who are you?"

Fung Clay instinctively felt that the person in front of him posed a great threat.

"It can't be the company president, can it?"

Mr. 3 pushed up his glasses. "Where's Miss All Sunday? She's the one who sent us. Why isn't she out yet? Did you kill her?"

Despite this, neither of them showed any sign of panic.

How could one person possibly take on the entire Baroque Works' chief commanders?

They are all Devil Fruit users!

Without a word, Funker rushed out, and Daz Bonis couldn't stop him.

Unlike these guys who don't pay much attention to news on the high seas, Daz Bones, as an assassin, is quite sensitive to intelligence and is very clear about the recent appearance of a supernova pirate on the high seas.

In particular, regarding the information about the other party hunting ability users, he came to a conclusion based on the current situation.

“We were betrayed by Miss All Sunday.”

"Daz Bonis said in a deep voice."

Betrayal is common, and those present were not surprised.

After all, they didn't consider each other as partners.

Seeing that Feng Kelei had rushed over first, they were about to retreat when a white mist enveloped them.

Russell grinned, "One at a time, don't rush."

Miss. Merry Christmas, the user of the Mole-Mole Fruit, had just transformed when she was blown up upon touching the white mist.

"This is Mr. 5's ability?!"

Everyone at Baroque Works was startled.

"Is this your ability?"

"Transvestite Fist Technique: Magnificent Swan Dance!"

Funker's body spun in the air, his signature ballet pose combined with an explosive kick that whistled through the air as it aimed straight for Russell's head.

He was quite confident in his transvestite boxing style, believing that no one could defeat him in close combat.

This move is powerful enough to send even a tough guy like Daz Bones flying!

However, Russell remained unhurried.

White mist erupted from his palm, instantly coalescing in front of him as if it were alive.

The moment Feng Kelei's leg struck, a dull thud was heard.

Then,

Zzz!

Feng Kelei felt the white mist not only dissipate his strength, but also wrap around his ankle like countless invisible tentacles, pulling him down sharply!

"what?!"

The raised foot was forcefully pulled down to the ground, creating a large crater.

There seems to be immense power within this white mist!

Feng Kelei struggled to pull his foot out, but found that the oppressive feeling was getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that he could not even move an inch, let alone lift his foot.

"Hey, hey, hey, this is too much of a cheat! Could this be Michita's Float-Float Fruit?"

Bon Clay was quite familiar with the abilities of his fellow Baroque Works colleagues.

As they were talking, Feng Kelei noticed that the fog in front of him could actually be blown away.

The white mist was not heavy!

"I've found your weakness!"

Feng Kelei took a deep breath, and as the smoke rose from his legs, he suddenly exerted force in his waist, spinning like a top!

"The Transvestite Fist: Memories of That Summer!"

The top spun on its own, dispersing the smoke as it flew straight at Russell!

"You want to fight head-on, huh?"

Russell lifted his right leg, bent his knee slightly, and then took a step forward.

A layer of jet-black Armament Haki quickly enveloped his right leg, and then he stepped into his human-beast form.

Those legs were terrifyingly strong!

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With a snap,

The two legs collided in mid-air.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! What is this? My bones are all broken!"

Feng Kelei's face twisted instantly. He had practiced the transvestite boxing style for more than ten years, and his leg bones were many times harder than those of ordinary people. It was common for him to kick and shatter boulders.

As a result, after colliding with Russell's leg, he felt like his thigh no longer belonged to him.

"That's Haki, a power that only pirates in the New World can master."

Daz Bonis spread his arms at his sides, his ten fingers transforming into sharp blades. "There's no escape now, everyone attack!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already moved.

Daz Bones was incredibly fast; his arms, which had transformed into blades, drew several silver-white arcs in the air, and the trajectory of his slashes precisely blocked all possible movement routes for Russell in all directions.

Spiral Slash!

He let out a low shout, crossed his arms and swung them out, two blades of light spiraling out to sever the enemy!

The Quick-Cut Fruit, that's a pretty good ability.

Russell dodged to the side, and the two blades grazed his clothes, leaving two intersecting cracks half a meter deep on the wall behind him.

"Wax Fruit & Wax Wall!"

Mr. 3 pressed his hands to the ground, and molten wax gushed from his palms, instantly solidifying into a smooth wax surface under Russell's feet. At the same time, a wall of wax rose from behind him, blocking his escape route.

"Just be my work of art."

Third Brother is quite confident about this; in the short time just now, he has already made a perfect plan!

Mr. 4 and the gun in his hand, which is made from the Dog-Dog Fruit and has eaten a dachshund, can deliver a baseball-like blow with tremendous power.

"Thorn Fruit - Thorn Spikes!"