Pirate: I was just slacking off, do you really think I'm bad?

"Why isn't the captain back yet?"

Inside a domed building in the capital, several people were standing or sitting in the hall.

Although they didn't have uniforms, each of them wore a symbol representing the CP organization.

"The captain went to the palace; he should be back soon."

Those lowly people won't break through Coal and Iron City so quickly; we still have time.

Did you call the Navy? What did they say?

A tall man spoke to the beautiful woman sitting on the sofa.

I just contacted the navy; most of their personnel have been transferred to search for Bondiwald.

"The navy of the Kingdom of Eryoko is currently very weak and has no ability to suppress the rebellious miners."

The tall man slammed his palm hard against the wall, creating a large hole.

"Damn it, what should we do?"

He didn't care about the rebel army; that was the captain's business.

He still has so many Pele trophies left to spend, he doesn't want to die in a place like this.

"Couldn't they send a warship to pick us up?"

The beautiful woman showed a helpless expression:

"They said the naval base could only send one ship, which was sent to pick up the king of the Kingdom of Eryokobu. The others would have to figure it out themselves."

The tall man scratched his head in frustration and paced back and forth in the room. The other men were also very anxious, smoking one cigarette after another, filling the room with smoke.

"Cough cough cough, why are you all smoking so much?"

In the quiet environment, a boy's voice suddenly rang out.

Everyone was startled and looked out from the hole that the tall man had blasted open.

A boy wearing black riding breeches and a black short-sleeved shirt came into their view.

"Kid, this isn't a place for you. Do you even know where you are?"

A man with a rooster-comb hairstyle, smoking a cigarette, stepped forward to shoo them away.

The boy dodged his outstretched hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"This must be the CP organization's base."

The boy's words sent a chill down the spines of the initially dismissive crowd, and their eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent.

The man with the rooster-like hair closest to him stared intently at him and asked,

"How did you know!"

The murderous aura coming at him did not affect the boy in the slightest!

My name is Miles, and Admiral Christian Rowley is my mentor; he told me this.

Upon hearing Miles's words, the CP organization, which had been ready to launch an attack at any moment, relaxed their movements.

When they heard that Miles was a Marine, their first instinct was that he was there to help them. "So you're here to help us?"

"That's wonderful, young man. Thank you very much, Admiral Raleigh."

"Where is the navy ship anchored? Please take us there quickly."

The people in the hall were very excited. They had thought it was an insurmountable crisis, but now that the navy had appeared, they felt nothing.

Miles smiled:

"I'm sorry everyone, Master did not send any warships."

The man with the rooster-like haircut looked at Miles in confusion.

"Admiral Raleigh sent you here without providing any warships. Are you here to die?"

Miles shook his head and said very seriously;

"It is not me who is dying, but you."

After hearing Miles's words, everyone was a little confused.

"What—what do you mean by that?"

Just as the tall man was about to ask a question, the circular dome on the roof was suddenly stomped on and shattered.

A tall figure appeared.

At that moment, a dozen or so enemies poured into the house from all directions.

Jumping down from above was Marine Captain Rat, wearing a cloak of justice; blocking the entrance were Bellemere and others who had infiltrated the rebel army; and at the cave entrance were the new generation Miles and Belo Betty, who was hiding not far behind him.

"Navy, what do you mean? Are you going against the World Government?"

The tall man roared.

It's strange, they're both organizations under the World Government's control.

However, the CP organization and the Navy have always disliked each other, with the Navy feeling that the members of the CP organization are too much of a lackey!

They have absolutely no will of their own.

The CP organization, on the other hand, felt that the Navy was too rebellious and often disobeyed the World Government's orders.

The differing ideologies of the two organizations make their relationship complex, sometimes cooperating and sometimes sabotaging each other.

However, it is still very rare for the Navy to openly attack members of the CP organization like today.

So much so that they couldn't believe it.

However, the members of the CP organization are not to be underestimated; they have survived the brutal training and faced life-or-death challenges.

Seeing the stares around him as if he were already dead, the tall man felt a surge of anger rising from his heart to the top of his head.

"Damn it, you bastard navy! Killing us won't be an easy task for you!"

The rat's eyes held a coldness and a hint of disgust as it uttered a chilling sentence:

"The battle was over from the very beginning."

As soon as the words were spoken, the CP organization members who had picked up weapons all spat out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone's complexion turned very bad, and a green line quickly climbed up their faces.

"What the hell is this thing? What have you done?!"

The man with the rooster-like head lay on the ground, shouting hoarsely.

The mouse casually grabbed a wisp of mist, held it in its hand, and said:

"I am a user of the Mist-Mist Fruit. Just now, while you were smoking, I used the power of the Mist-Mist Fruit to deliver poison into your bodies."

"Speaking of which, it's all thanks to you guys smoking, otherwise my plan wouldn't have been completed so easily."

After being thrashed by Raleigh and Zeff, Rat's fighting style and methods changed significantly. In Raleigh's absence, Rat no longer simply charged and attacked recklessly.

He would think about how to win with the least cost, which was something that made Zephyr happy in the East Blue.

When the rat crept onto the roof, he noticed where his abilities could be put to use.

After giving Miles a meaningful look, Miles started chatting with the people inside to buy time.

Meanwhile, the rat secretly activated its Mist-Mist Fruit power, mixing poisonous smoke into the smoke being inhaled by the CP organization, causing them to inhale it.

Only after confirming that they had inhaled enough toxins did the rats suddenly scramble down from the roof.

Honestly, Colonel Rat's actions rendered us completely useless.

Hans and Beck complained.

They had suffered a lot in the coal and iron city, and after receiving the order, they thought they could finally vent their frustrations.

As a result, after the rats arrived, they didn't even have a chance to make a move.

Bellemere didn't feel anything, except that the rats seemed more dangerous than before.

Colonel Rat, you are many times more dangerous now than you were before.

Bellemere exclaimed.

She had a good impression of the rat and was happy for it when she saw its improved strength.

Brother Rat's strength is indeed extraordinary, but it's a pity we didn't see him unleash his Child Cutter.

Miles stared longingly at the boy-like figure on the rat's waist.

He knew, of course, that the knife was given to Rat by Raleigh, but he still longed to have a great sword of his own.

Belo Betty emerged from the corner hidden behind Miles, holding a brand-new naval ensign in her hand.

Besides the words "Naval Justice" and the naval emblem on the top, the back of the flag features a sleeping lion.

Brother Mouse, you didn't even give him a chance to make a move.

The mouse patted Belo Betty's little head and said:

"Little Betty, it's not time for your generation to step up yet. You still have a lot of practice to do."

The mouse's eyes were filled with satisfaction.

To be honest, although he hadn't met Belo Betty in between, he had met Miles.

It's hard to imagine that in less than six months, Miles has undergone a complete transformation. This isn't to say that Miles has exceptional talent or that his skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

Rather, Miles's character and will have been reshaped by Raleigh, and the current Miles, Raleigh believes, has the opportunity to see even higher peaks.

Miles said with a displeased look on his face;

It's that same excuse again. Our master said the same thing to us, even though we're clearly not weak anymore!

Miles patted his chest!

This caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Hans and Beck discussed their work as they piled up the CP organization's bodies.

"Baker, I've made up my mind. After this is over, I will definitely apply to stay under Commander Raleigh's command."

"Hans, aren't you afraid Colonel Rat will get angry?"

Baker glanced at the rats who hadn't noticed him and whispered:

"Actually, I'm still a little afraid of Colonel Rat."

Hans looked understanding and replied in a low voice, "If you're scared, stay under Colonel Rat. I'm not scared; I want to stay with Commander Raleigh."

"You bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"

Beck angrily reached out and grabbed Hans by the neck.

"Alright, stop arguing. We still have a big show to watch."

Shudu glanced at his two old subordinates and began to reprimand them.

Hans and Beck shrank back at the sound of the rat's reprimand and hurriedly poured gasoline on the body.

"Sigh, what a pity for such a beautiful girl."

The beautiful woman was no different from the others; they all died with blood streaming from their mouths and noses, their faces filled with resentment. Hans lit a cigarette and then threw the match onto the gasoline that had just been poured on.

A sudden fire erupted, engulfing everything in its path and destroying all the evidence they had left behind.

The rat led everyone away from there, because in the direction of the palace, a show was about to begin.

Inside the palace, Grover, holding a greatsword, stared blankly at the body on the ground.

He wasn't unfamiliar with Carroll Barlow, and he was well aware of Carroll Barlow's abilities.

But if the subordinates of this mysterious figure in front of us are all this powerful.

How powerful must this mysterious person be? In other words, is there no point in them resisting at all in the current situation?

Grover didn't know, but he still raised his greatsword and aimed it at the dragon.

Long was also quite surprised by the strong captain of the guard before him:

Mr. Grover, you have no reason to resist, and as far as I know, you have never been involved in those matters.

Grover nodded seriously, then shook his head.

I wasn't involved in those things, but protecting this palace is a mission ingrained in my bones since birth. I'm ashamed that you've barged in today."

"The only thing I can do is launch an attack on you."

Dragon nodded. He admired Grover's character, but unfortunately, the two had different positions.

"I've arrived, sir!"

Grover leaped high into the air, raising his greatsword with both hands and slashing fiercely at the dragon's head.

clang!

Grover's greatsword was firmly gripped by three fingers.

The dragon's right hand was covered in Armament Haki, and he unleashed his signature Dragon Claw technique.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

Grover was unwilling to accept defeat, but he still wanted to know what kind of move he had lost to. "This is Dragon Claw, a move I created myself. It was created to eliminate tyranny in the world."

Having said that, the dragon suddenly exerted force with its right hand.

Originally a wide blade, cracks rapidly spread across its surface from the dragon's right hand.

Kama!

Grover's greatsword, which he had spent a fortune on and used his entire life, was easily destroyed by the dragon.

His expression was ashen as he calmly looked at the dragon before him, then closed his eyes.

"Let's get started."

A subtle, enigmatic smile played on the dragon's lips.

"No rush, there are still people who haven't arrived yet."

Grover was naturally very curious, but now that the dragon had defeated him, he was quite bored. After waiting for half an hour, the men he had sent out finally returned after the dragon finished writing the summary of the uprising.

'Chief, we've brought them back.'

The crow cawed loudly. (Although many still couldn't hear it.)

A glint of light appeared in the dragon's eyes; after waiting for so long, it had finally arrived.

Grover, who was standing nearby, also stood up. He didn't know who it was.

When they walked from the side hall to the main hall, Grover suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The crowd before him was none other than the team he had sent to protect the king. He even saw his son and the high-ranking nobles of the Kingdom of Eryokobu among the team.

"What's going on?"

Grover asked Longlong a question with great emotion, but Longlong didn't answer him. Instead, he continued to wait.

Finally, just as Grover was losing his composure, Edward III emerged wearing a magnificent royal crown.

"Down!"

Grover rushed to Edward III's side and examined his body.

Edward III patted Grover on the shoulder, indicating that he was alright.

"Alright, Grover, I have more important things to do."

Edward III pushed Grover aside, walked to the highest point of the palace, and called out to the people in front of him:

"I am Edward III Croft, who served as King of the Kingdom of Eryoko for a long period of time in the past."

I confess that I have done a poor job and neglected the workers below. I will voluntarily abdicate my throne and hand it over to Princess Belo Betty.

One sentence shocked Grover.

Where did Princess Belo Betty come from? How come he's lived his whole life without ever knowing her?

Why is the abdication of a king being treated so lightly these days?!

Sorry, dear readers. I don't have time to finish the manuscript today, boohoo. I'll try my best to finish it tomorrow at noon!