One Piece: New Century Hextech Warriors

Chapter 70 Justice may be delayed, but it will never be absent.

"I remember now, I remember everything."

Looking at the three sisters surrounding him, the philanthropist's memories of his death began to overwhelm him.

That year, he was an honest businessman who never thought of getting involved in the slave trade. Unfortunately, a storm destroyed his cargo ship, leaving him penniless and unable to repay the huge amount of high-interest loans he owed.

Worse still, the loan sharks have the support of the Celestial Dragons, and if he can't repay the money on time, the consequences will be quite severe.

Left with no other choice, he abandoned everything he had worked so hard to build and fled overseas.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, he encountered three little girls who were lost at sea, who took the initiative to approach him in a small sailboat to ask for directions.

The gears of fate began to turn.

After talking with them, he discovered that the three of them had secretly run away from the Amazon Kingdom and were quite good-looking, especially the older sister, who was a beauty in the making and would surely be stunning in the future!

Good and evil are separated by a fine line, and unfortunately, the philanthropist chose the evil side at that time.

He knew that many nobles coveted the legendary Kingdom of Women, but unfortunately, it was isolated from the world, and few people had ever seen them, let alone captured them as slaves.

He quickly realized that this was his only chance to change his fate!

So he coaxed the girls to an island with a few words, found a middleman, and notified the Celestial Dragons to come and find "goods".

The Celestial Dragons were very satisfied and gave him a large sum of money, which allowed him to turn his life around and also established channels for doing business with the Celestial Dragons.

As for the fate of those three girls afterward, that's not something the philanthropist cares about.

In fact, after so many years, he had even forgotten the names of the three girls. It wasn't until he saw Hancock and the other two that he finally vaguely remembered this past event.

"Scraps."

Hancock slowly approached the philanthropist who was surrounded in the center, her stunningly beautiful face already burning with rage.

Because she trusted this guy back then, her two younger sisters suffered several hellish years with her.

Although the Celestial Dragon who bought them liked men and wasn't interested in women, he was quite fond of violence. He forcibly fed them Devil Fruits and then forced them to fight against all sorts of slaves.

They were even branded on the backs of animals!

This is a pain that will never go away for Hancock; even now, she feels fear whenever she thinks of those Celestial Dragons.

After becoming the Empress of the Amazon Kingdom, she searched everywhere for the whereabouts of the human trafficker from years ago, and finally located the philanthropist.

After making inquiries, she finally confirmed that this was the philanthropist's lair. She also learned that the philanthropist might invite generous guests to look for higher-end goods. So she pretended to buy slaves and spent a fortune at the auction, eventually gaining the opportunity to get close to the philanthropist.

Now, it's time to punish this scumbag!

"I'm going to petrify your lower body, and then let you watch as I slowly crush your skin, legs, and organs!"

Hancock raised her long, muscular right leg high, then slammed it down on the philanthropist: "Fragrant Kick!"

This move can petrify parts of an enemy's body; once the philanthropist is touched by her thigh, there is absolutely no chance of escape.

Unexpectedly, the philanthropist suddenly gave a cold laugh, and with a swift movement, vanished.

boom-

Hancock kicked the spot where he had just been standing, cracking the floor, but missed her target.

"What ability?!"

She was startled, and her two younger sisters looked at each other in surprise.

"Hehehe, don't think you can catch me with that little skill."

The three looked up and saw that the philanthropist had taken off his shoes, his limbs were pressed against the ceiling, and his head was tilted back 180 degrees, staring at them in a strange posture.

Slurp—

He stuck out his ridiculously long tongue and licked his lips, looking at the Hancock sisters with a mocking expression.

Zoan-type Chameleon Fruit – that's the philanthropist's ability.

He has rarely used his Devil Fruit powers in recent years, precisely to save them for life-saving in critical moments like this, and it seems to be working quite well now.

Just now, at the moment Hancock kicked him, he stuck his tongue out and stuck it to the ceiling, narrowly managing to rise up and barely avoid Hancock's attack.

Furthermore, the Chameleon Fruit allows him to firmly stick his limbs to the wall, easily escaping the attack range.

"Damn it, I was careless again."

Hancock cursed under her breath.

She thought she had done sufficient intelligence preparation, but she didn't expect this guy to be so good at hiding, and that he was actually a superhuman.

"Hehehe, today looks like my lucky day! If I could sell this handsome pirate to that lord, I can't even imagine how much I could earn!"

The philanthropist laughed heartily. His most important client was in a bad mood and desperately needed a top-tier slave to vent his anger on.

Here it is!

"Don't even think about it."

Hancock was not angered by his words. She calmly touched her lips with her index finger and then exhaled a small pink heart.

"Kiss Gun!"

She extended her love to philanthropists.

Don't let its cute appearance fool you; once it hits, even Armament Haki will struggle to defend against it.

Philanthropists are prepared, moving their bodies before their love strikes them.

Boom!

With a loud bang, a large hole was punched in the ceiling, but the philanthropist had vanished.

"Disappeared again?"

Hancock searched anxiously for the enemy, only to discover that this time the philanthropist hadn't simply hidden himself; he had completely vanished from sight.

"This guy can turn invisible, quick, find him!"

Hancock guessed the philanthropist's abilities.

Sandasonia and Marigold immediately began searching frantically, but the second basement level was too large and filled with cells. Combined with the chameleon's abilities, it was impossible to find a way to proceed.

"Sweet and refreshing!"

Hancock panicked and began attacking aimlessly in every corner.

This is their best chance for revenge; once missed, there will never be a second opportunity.

While they were moving around, the philanthropist was also observing them in secret.

"Hehehe, take your time looking."

He had changed the color of his skin to blend completely into his surroundings. Now, taking advantage of the three sisters' inattention, he quietly climbed the stairs leading to the underground level.

Once he leaves this place, he can immediately close the door, trapping Hancock and her two companions, and then wait for the arrival of that distinguished guest.

At that time, no matter how strong Hancock and her two companions are, they will not be able to escape their destined tragic fate!

"Sandarsonia, go and block the door!"

Hancock clearly realized this as well, and immediately sent her sister to guard the gate.

Unfortunately, the Chameleon Fruit granted the philanthropist super speed. Sandersonia heard a whooshing sound as a man with a blurry figure climbed the stairs, and he couldn't catch up at all.

"Oh no, he's getting away!"

She chased after him desperately, only to see that the philanthropist had already climbed two-thirds of the stairs and was about to rush out.

"Hehehe, you guys just stay here and wait, I'll come pick you up soon."

The philanthropist turned and gave Sandasonia a disgusting smile.

Suddenly he realized something was wrong.

There seems to be a wall in front of us?

No, that's not a wall, it's an unusually tall man!

"Who are you?!"

The philanthropist was shocked; he hadn't noticed anyone else there at all—this couldn't be!

Unfortunately, Sith had no interest in answering his question.

Justice may be delayed, but it will never be denied.

"

Sith whispered, and his jet-black fist was already unleashed.