One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

Pittman's fear intensified, causing him to retreat.

But Rorschach no longer wanted to give him a chance to speak.

"Wind Finger Spear - A Thousand Strikes in an Instant!"

Rorschach tapped his index finger lightly.

"Puff puff!"

In mid-air, fingers formed from condensed air currents flew out with a whoosh, piercing the foreheads of the pirates standing in the street.

Before the pirates could even react, a series of translucent finger holes appeared in the center of their foreheads.

A string of red and white liquid and bone fragments flew out from the back of his head, shooting a great distance before finally landing on the bluestone slabs of the street.

Pittman was the first to be hit; the golden headband on his head was broken by the wind blade finger gun, and the part above his eyes exploded.

Hundreds of menacing pirates stood there motionless.

Old Tommy's eyes widened to their limit, then suddenly rolled over and he promptly fainted.

"Leaving corpses here will only filth this street. You pirates are only fit to be fertilizer for the Yargiman mangroves."

Luo Xia slowly stood up and pushed forward with his right hand.

The howling winds gathered and twisted into solid ropes, strangling the dead pirates one by one and flying them toward the roots of mangrove tree number 42, hundreds of meters away.

At the base of the mangroves, the soil on the ground cracks open automatically, revealing pits.

Then, one by one, the pirate corpses fell from the sky, landing in the cracked pits and being buried.

But it exposed the faces of the dead, their eyes wide open, to the earth.

Hundreds of pirates formed a circle around mangrove tree number 42, like a protective ring.

"Ah, ah!"

The pirate Gene, whom he had trampled underfoot, was trembling with fear from the nightmarish scene he had just witnessed, and he was too terrified to speak.

He didn't even have the strength to get up; he just hugged himself and tried to move under Old Tommy's stall, wanting to get away from Rorschach, that devil.

Rorschach looked down at him, his eyes icy cold, as if he had returned to Thousand Rock Island in the North Sea, to the sea outside Prince City, and looked at the pirates who usually bullied and preyed on the common people, their faces filled with fear and despair.

"Aren't pirates all prepared to die? Let me see."

With a wave of his hand, Rorschach summoned an invisible current that grabbed Gene, who was trying to shrink back, and pulled him out from under Old Tommy's stall.

Amidst Gene's terrified scream, he was lifted up by an invisible current and pulled hundreds of meters into the air.

Then, he landed on a branch of mangrove tree number 42.

"Jump down, and if you survive, I'll spare you."

Luo Xia tilted his head back and spoke softly.

Gene lay sprawled on the thin tree trunk, fear flooding his heart.

At the base of the tree roots below, hundreds of heads, including Pittman's, looked like demons crawling out of hell, silently watching him.

Gene closed his eyes in despair, trembling all over, but he still didn't dare to jump.

"So, that so-called resolve isn't something every pirate possesses?"

Rorschach clenched his right hand.

An invisible current of air transformed into a giant hand, which gripped Gene along with the tree trunk he was hugging.

Squeeze with force!

"Oh!"

Spots of crimson roses were scattered on the massive trunk of the Yarlung mangrove, like a child's playful graffiti.

Rorschach crouched down, picked up the scattered Baileys from the ground, and put them back into old Tommy's arms before looking up at Lark who was looking up at him.

"Lark, let's go check out the naval base on the island."

Chapter 111 Corruption

Mangrove area, No. 66, Chambord.

Not far from the giant mangrove tree No. 66, there is a group of bright silver buildings that are said to be a naval base, but in reality, their luxury is comparable to that of a royal palace in a typical kingdom.

This naval base exudes luxury and grandeur in every aspect.

Even the two open doors were coated with gold paint, making them look incredibly grand.

If someone who's never seen the world saw this, they'd probably mistake it for the real Marine Headquarters.

At the main gate of the base, two burly marines stood loosely.

His overly bulky figure caused his navy uniform to crease in several layers.

Soldiers carrying boxes could be seen coming and going from time to time in the wide passageway between the open, gold-lacquered gates.

Occasionally, you can see a few ornate horse-drawn carriages entering the base.

Upstairs in the three-story building of the base, in the branch secretary's office, came a hearty laugh that was full of energy.

"Hahaha, Lord Tenyasha is too kind. It's an honor for me, Lawrence, to remember someone as insignificant as me."

Behind the desk, in a leather chair, Vice Admiral Lawrence, a burly man with a full beard and a gold-inlaid expensive cigar dangling from his mouth, was chatting and laughing with Berkeley, the host from a luxury auction house.

The bright smiles on both sides showed that the conversation went very well.

Berkeley was a middle-aged man wearing a floral shirt and heart-shaped glasses.

At that moment, he was showing Lawrence the gift he had brought.

Five boxes of large peso coins were neatly stacked.

"Vice Admiral Lawrence is too kind. If high-ranking naval officers like you are considered insignificant, then someone like me would truly feel ashamed."

Berkeley pointed to the box in front of him, "The young master knows that Lieutenant General Lawrence doesn't like dirty Bailey, so he always specifically instructs our Famous Goods Auction House to prepare brand new banknotes for you."

"Look, these Berries, I exchanged them at the bank first thing this morning, a full 500 million Berries."

"Hahaha, that's thoughtful of you. A dirty Pele definitely makes me feel bad."

Lawrence stood up, walked to the box containing the pewter, picked up a stack of pewter, smelled it, and immediately showed a look of ecstasy on his face.

"Yes, the kind of money that still smells of ink is the most likely to impress those adults."

With a satisfied smile, he pointed to a box of cigars on the table. "However, compared to this money, I much prefer the cigars Lord Tenyasha sent, high-grade royal special-supply from Dressrosa. Even if you have the money, it's hard to get one."

"If Lieutenant General Lawrence likes them, I'll have some more sent over from Dressrosa."

Berkeley smiled, stood up, and extended his hand to shake Lawrence's large hand.

"Then, Lord Lawrence, I'll trouble you to have the navy maintain order during the upcoming slave auction to prevent any troublemakers from causing a disturbance. This auction is no ordinary event; there may be world nobles participating. Security must be flawless."

Lawrence's expression immediately turned solemn. "Of course. Our Navy and the Seven Warlords of the Sea are very good allies. Not to mention, protecting the World Nobles is the Navy's duty."

Then he grinned again, "But Berkeley, this isn't a slave auction, it's a job placement agency."

Berkeley paused for a moment, then threw his head back and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, that's right, that's right, I misspoke. It's not a slave auction, it's a professional referral agency."

Lawrence smiled as he saw Berkeley off, but the smile vanished as he shouted, "Someone come here!"

"Lieutenant General Lawrence!"

Four strong and sturdy soldiers ran in.

Lawrence pointed to five large boxes placed in the office.

"Take three of the boxes to World Government Building No. 69. Move one of them to my vault. Take the remaining one and let the brothers divide it among themselves. These next few days, you'll have to work hard to maintain order on Sabaody Archipelago. We absolutely cannot allow any problems to arise with the World Nobles within my jurisdiction."

"Yes, sir! Thank you, Lieutenant General!"

The four lieutenants from headquarters beamed with joy.

"Also, what are those supernovas who have already landed in Sabaody doing? Are they causing any trouble for me?"

Lawrence frowned.

"We haven't seen them causing any trouble yet, just some minor skirmishes between pirates."

"The Dekalb brothers stayed in Bubble Park eating, drinking, and having fun; they didn't go anywhere else."

"Pamel was building ships at the shipyard, and it seems that because he was a giant, he attracted attacks from some slave-hunting gangs."

"Avenger Aristotle is in the first mangrove area, probably waiting for the auction to start this week."

"His brother, Dafirons, seems to be looking for a suitable weapon."

"Keep a close eye on them! Don't let these damned pirates have a chance to mess with the nobles of the world. If you discover anything unexpected, contact Marine Headquarters immediately."

Lawrence picked up a wanted poster from the table and pointed to a man with a scar on his forehead.

"Especially Aristotle the Avenger and his brother Daffylons. These two are the pirate supernovas with the highest bounties in recent years."

"Since setting sail, the two have attacked eleven naval branch bases, killing thousands of sailors and civilians, and seem to harbor extreme resentment towards the navy."

The four lieutenants looked frightened upon hearing this.

Lieutenant General Lawrence chuckled and waved his hand. "There's no need to worry too much. When Aristotle and his men landed on Sabaody Archipelago, I already notified Marineford. They've probably sent some strong men to deal with them. All you need to do is keep an eye on him."

Watching the four leave, Lawrence picked up the cigar box that had been served, puffed on a cigarette, and walked out of the office into the next room.

As soon as he opened the door, a carefree smile appeared on his face.

"My darlings, did you miss me after just one hour?"

Inside the room was a steaming hot spring pool.

A dozen or so scantily clad girls were soaking in the swimming pool.

Upon seeing Lawrence appear, the girls of various races, whose expressions had been somewhat numb, immediately changed, revealing charming smiles as they surrounded him.

"Lieutenant General, why have you been gone for so long? We're all getting swollen from soaking in the hot springs."

Lawrence's breathing became heavy, and he grabbed a long-legged girl with his large hand. "Really? Let me see, where is it swollen?"

Four or five kilometers away from Base 66, under Mangrove Tree No. 39, Rorschach suddenly stopped in his tracks.