One Piece: New Century Hextech Warriors

Sith sized up the arrogant girl in front of him, recalling information about her in his mind.

Boa Hancock, Empress of the Amazon Lily Kingdom in the Calm Belt of the New World, and captain of the Kuja Pirates, is considered the most beautiful woman in the world at present.

I wonder who would be prettier if she, the strongest in modern times, and Xia Qi, the strongest in history, clashed?

Behind her followed a green-haired, round-faced woman and an orange-haired woman with a figure resembling Yu Jie; they were her second sister, Boa Sandasonia, and her third sister, Boa Marigold.

This was the first time the Kuja Pirates had come to the first half of the Grand Line, "Paradise," so many pirates didn't recognize them.

Before Sith could speak, Hancock spoke first:

"Hey, why didn't I petrify you?"

Sith shrugged:

"I'm not infatuated with you, so why am I petrified?"

Hancock's abilities are indeed exceptionally dangerous, which is why the Sith chose to come alone without any subordinates.

But he wasn't particularly fond of Hancock. He had already read enough of Hancock's doujinshi in his previous life, so meeting her in person didn't really evoke any feelings.

Besides, he has top-notch beauties like Robin and Tina around him, and he's not the repressed Xiao Chunan, so there's no need for him to be infatuated with Hancock.

Sith was telling the truth, but Hancock was furious.

The fact that the Sweet-Sweet Fruit couldn't petrify this man was as shameful to her as losing a battle!

Swah——

Hancock's slender waist suddenly bent backward like a snake, her head was raised high, and her long right arm pointed straight at the Sith, striking a pose of a queen who looked down upon the world.

"I understand now. The reason you're not infatuated with me must be because you prefer men!"

Sith: "...Has anyone ever told you that your nostrils look huge from that pose?"

You want to hurt each other, huh? Come on!

As expected, Hancock broke down instantly, quickly regaining her normal stance, and a faint aura of power emanated from her body.

That's Conqueror's Haki!

Just as she was about to fight the Sith, her sister Sandersonia gently tugged at her sleeve.

"Sister, don't forget the important matter!"

Sandasonia whispered a reminder.

Hancock then suppressed her anger and gave the Sith a cold snort:

"Hey, so you came here to arrest me?"

Sith shook his head:

"Although you are a pirate, you don't seem to have committed any crimes yet, so my superiors haven't ordered me to arrest you."

"However, I won't let you run around freely, so please have your crew stay on the ship. I will also be by your side at all times, so I suggest you don't do anything rash."

He chuckled softly as he spoke:

"Also, my name isn't Hey, it's Uriel Sith."

Upon hearing this name, the three Hancock sisters exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of apprehension in the other's eyes.

This guy is actually that Sith?

The Sith had never been to the New World, but the story of a young Marine defeating Katakuri and beating up the Donquixote Family had been widely circulated, and they had naturally heard about it.

The Amazonian kingdom has always been closed off, and this country, which is entirely populated by women, has little interest in men's affairs. Therefore, Hancock and the others had never collected any photos of Sith and assumed he was some kind of old man.

I didn't expect her to be so young, and quite good-looking too.

Hancock paused for a moment, then tossed her hair:

"I'm not afraid of you. Follow me if you want."

"Anyway, I didn't plan to bring any crew, but if I really want to do something, you can't stop me!"

She threw out those harsh words with a fierce tone, but secretly she was cursing her bad luck.

Hancock's Observation Haki was quite strong; she could sense the terrifying power within Sith at first glance.

She was brave, but not a brainless fool; she knew very well that it was best not to make enemies of the Sith.

Fortunately, what he was doing was very secretive, and he figured it wouldn't be thwarted by the Sith.

Sith nodded slightly and smiled:

"As long as you don't do anything against justice, we can talk things over."

He followed the three sisters at a distance, neither too close nor too far, as they entered the Sabaody Archipelago.

"So, what exactly do you want from here?"

Sith asked curiously.

Hancock walked ahead, saying without turning her head:

"It won't hurt to tell you."

"I'm going to buy slaves!"

Sith was taken aback; this answer was completely unexpected.

The three Hancock sisters were once slaves of the Celestial Dragons, so they should hate the slave trade the most. Why did they come all this way to buy slaves?

With these questions in mind, he followed the three men into the largest slave auction center in the Sabaody Archipelago.

A few hours later.

"140 million per time!"

"140 million twice!"

"140 million three times!"

"make a deal!"

On the auction stage, the auctioneer, dressed in a white suit, excitedly slammed down his gavel, drawing all eyes to Hancock.

Those who came to participate in the auction were all wealthy and powerful, but they were nothing compared to Hancock.

This girl has been making frequent purchases, spending nearly 10 billion Berries in just a few hours. She has practically bought up all the slaves in today's auction!

Sith sat next to Hancock, observing the man with great interest.

Hancock just bought all sorts of slaves, from precious mermaid girls to neglected old women. It's like she's addicted to buying slaves, completely disregarding the value of these "goods".

Her two younger sisters were also very calm and did not try to dissuade their older sister at all.

Unlike others, Sith knew about the three sisters' past, so he knew this was very unusual.

"What are they up to?"

Just as Sith was pondering this, the auctioneer announced the end of the auction, and people whispered among themselves about Hancock's extravagant purchase, leaving with a sense of unfinished business.

As Hancock was preparing to receive the slaves she had purchased, the auctioneer suddenly stepped forward and said to her humbly:

"Lady Hancock, my master just informed me that there are some even better goods in the back. Would you be interested in taking a look?"

Snapped!

Hancock slapped him hard across the face and said arrogantly:

"Why didn't you say so sooner if you had something good?"

The auctioneer covered his swollen face, bowed, and smiled:

"I apologize, guests need to spend a certain amount to have a chance to receive an invitation from my host. We were negligent just now."

Hancock snorted coldly:

"Then hurry up and lead the way!"

As she spoke, she headed backstage. The auctioneer glanced at Sith, his smile unchanged.

"Sir, you are not our guest. Please make yourself at home."

The meaning is clear: the Sith are not allowed to participate in what follows.

Sith had anticipated this and nodded, saying:

"No problem."

He walked toward the door, smiling at Hancock as he did so.

"Don't take too long, I'll wait for you at the door!"

Hancock completely ignored his reminder and went backstage on her own.

The place was decorated like a church, with dozens of seats on both sides and a tall white wall in front, on which was painted a huge image of the Virgin Mary.

The Virgin Mary's face is compassionate, and her pure white wings radiate light, making her appear incredibly holy.

The auctioneer went behind the altar, reached under the altar and fiddled with it a few times. The three Hancock sisters heard a cracking sound, and then a crack appeared in the wall with the image of the Virgin Mary, slowly parting to reveal a staircase leading deep underground.

"please."

The auctioneer smiled and pointed the way ahead.

Hancock composed herself and stepped inside slowly, followed by her two younger sisters.

The steps were long, but fortunately, many burning candles hung on both sides, illuminating the area brightly.

After walking down for a while, the auctioneer finally stopped.

"The master will personally lead the way from here on out, so please allow me to take my leave."

He said this and turned to leave.

"It's huge."

Hancock looked around and muttered to herself.

What I saw was a circular reception hall with an area of ​​over a thousand square meters, luxuriously decorated, and equipped with all kinds of facilities and rooms.

The most striking feature is the center of the reception room, where the floor is covered by two heavy iron doors that are tightly shut, suggesting a passageway beneath them.

Just as they were stunned, the iron gate made a rumbling sound and slowly opened to both sides.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting, I was checking the goods."

A gentle, deep voice came from inside the iron gate, and they soon saw the owner of the voice.

He was a tall, thin, fair-skinned middle-aged man with a kind face. His clothes and hairstyle were impeccable, making him look like a refined scholar.

"I am the owner here, please just call me the philanthropist."

The men politely introduced themselves to them.

Hancock raised an eyebrow:

"So you're that famous philanthropist?"

She had long heard of a wealthy merchant in the Sabaody Archipelago who was fond of doing good deeds, donating a lot of money to support orphanages and hospitals, and even spending his own money to rescue many slaves.

But this philanthropist seems to dislike being in the public eye, so very few people have seen him in person.

She silently observed the other person, then asked suspiciously:

"You're the owner of the slave auction house? And you have even better goods? Don't try to fool me."

The philanthropist, unperturbed by her questioning, gently adjusted his glasses and smiled:

"Don't worry, it's definitely a shipment you won't believe."