One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

Kaido imagined the scene of the Beasts Pirates unleashing their blue dragons, and his breathing became heavy, like that of a real wild beast.

He paced back and forth in his office a couple of times, then burst into laughter.

The laughter was so loud it made the ceiling lights sway. Stella downstairs frowned, glanced at the ceiling, and then continued reviewing documents.

"Hehehe—Roy!"

The best thing I ever did in my life was forming an alliance with you back then!

Jin stood silently in the corner, but Roy noticed that his fingers tightened around the hilt of the Flame Blade.

This taciturn second-in-command of the Beasts Pirates is not easily moved, but the fact that "everyone has the Blue Dragon Fruit" clearly touched a chord deep within him.

After Roy and Kaido's initial excitement subsided, they continued to arrange the operations:

"We'll depart tomorrow. Ark Proverbs is the fastest and is expected to arrive at Bullet Island that afternoon."

I have finalized the list of personnel for the operation:

Me, Barrett, Hawkeye, Tesoro, Cyrus, Kuma, Katakuri, and the two of you, that makes nine of us.

Kaido counted on his fingers and nodded:

Nine top-tier combatants against a single warhead island?

Isn't that giving Kizaru too much face?

"It's not about giving Kizaru face, it's about ensuring that nothing goes wrong."

"Vegapunk's laboratory contains a batch of equipment that the World Government has spent decades accumulating. If Kizaru were to resort to desperate measures and blow up the island, all that equipment would be destroyed."

I must crush him with overwhelming superiority, leaving him no chance to even bomb the island.

That makes sense.

Kaido stood up and stretched his neck.

"Then I'll go with you to have some fun."

It's been a long time since I've encountered a worthy opponent; this is a good opportunity to stretch my muscles.

That evening, the training ground on Beehive Island was unusually quiet for a while.

It's not that everyone's taking a break; it's that Kaido and Bullet are fighting.

The cause is very simple.

Barrett boasted that his White Tiger Gundam couldn't even stop Roy, which Kaido found unacceptable.

The two argued for less than three minutes before heading straight to the training field.

Then the entire Beehive Island felt the tremor.

Roy stood by the office window, watching the dark red lightning and orange flames exploding in the direction of the training field. He rubbed his temples, sighed, and walked towards the training field with his coffee cup in hand.

Hopefully, Warhead Island can withstand the chaos caused by these lunatics.

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On the morning of the third day, before dawn, Ark Proverbs slowly sailed away from the port of Beehive Island.

The fog on the sea surface was cleaved by the bow of the ship, creating white waves on both sides.

Tesoro stood in the cockpit, his hands on the engine control panel, golden arcs of electricity flowing continuously from his palms into the power core.

The hull of the Ark's Proverb trembled slightly under the force of the lightning, and the needle on the speedometer had already soared into the red zone—

Three times the speed of a naval warship, at this speed, they can reach Warhead Island before noon.

On the deck, Kaido leaned against the ship's railing, drinking, while Eighth Prince leaned against him.

Barrett was doing push-ups to warm up, one finger supporting him on the deck, his body rising and falling, each movement accompanied by a dull whistling sound.

Hawkeye leaned against the mast, closing his eyes to rest, while Black Knife Night lay across his lap.

Ember hovered in mid-air, scouting, its pteranodon wings gleaming with a dark red luster in the dawn light.

Katakuri stood at the stern of the ship, arms crossed, his scarf fluttering slightly in the sea breeze.

He looked at Roy's back in the direction of the bow of the ship, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Beehive Island shocked him far more than he had anticipated—multi-Fruit technology, lunar technology, and a group of monsters whose strength rivaled that of Governor Kaido.

When Roy killed Big Mom, he thought Beehive Island was just another Yonko-level power, but now it seems that its ambitions are far more than that.

Kaido finished his gourd of wine, casually tossed the empty gourd into the sea, and roared at Barrett:

"Little tiger, let's see who takes down the most people when we get to Bullet Island!"

Barrett sprang up from the deck, clenched his fist, and made a series of cracking sounds:

"Afraid of you? One White Tiger Gundam from me could crush half of you!"

Hawkeye opened his eyes and coldly interrupted their argument:

"You two, don't smash up the lab."

Roy said the equipment inside is very important.

Kaido snorted and said nothing more.

Barrett also pursed his lips, then squatted down again to continue doing push-ups.

Ember descended from the sky, folded its wings, and landed on the ship's side, reporting to Roy:

There are no patrol boats within three nautical miles of the island.

The World Government was confident that no one would dare touch the island guarded by Kizaru.

"Then make them pay the price."

Roy turned around, his gaze sweeping over everyone on the deck.

"We'll arrive in an hour. Get everything ready."

Barrett stretched his limbs, the tiger stripes throbbing excitedly beneath his skin:

"Finally, I can move around a bit."

"I'm practically going crazy from all this training these past few days."

Kaido slung the Eight Guardians over his shoulder, still slightly drunk, but his eyes already burning with fighting spirit:

"I'm so frustrated too."

The last time we fought the Navy was many years ago; I wonder if that old bastard Kizaru has improved in the last two years.

Half an hour's flight from Warhead Island, Roy dialed Vegapunk's encrypted Den Den Mushi.

The phone was answered in less than two rings.

Vegapunk's voice was very low, and in the background, faint mechanical sounds and footsteps could be heard:

"Have you arrived?"

"The attack will commence in half an hour. Are you ready?"

"All the data has been packed, and the core equipment has also been boxed."

The laboratory's defense system is activated; the shield's energy reserves are sufficient to withstand Kizaru's full-force attack for at least half an hour.

"We don't need to hold out for that long," Roy said. "We'll finish this in ten minutes."

Vegapunk paused for a second, then asked a question he had been holding back for days:

"Who exactly did you bring?"

Roy truthfully reported the list of those to be taken into account:

"Kaido, Bullet, Mihawk, Tesoro, King, Kyros, Kuma, Katakuri, and me, that makes nine in total."

There was a full three seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then Vegapunk said in a voice that was a mixture of shock and wry smile:

"This is quite a grand display!"

"For your safety, Doctor, no matter how serious the reasoning, it's perfectly justified!"

Vegapunk took a deep breath, and Roy could imagine him rubbing his temples right now:

"Okay, I believe you."

You know where the laboratory is located—the white domed building in the center of the island.

I'll lock the door and wait for your signal.

The call has ended.

Roy turned around and nodded to Tesoro in the cockpit.

Tezzolo understood and pushed the power output to its limit.

The ship of Ark Proverb suddenly accelerated, leaving a long white trail in its wake on the sea.