I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

His subordinate opened a briefcase, which was filled with stacks of Pele banknotes.

The navy personnel were all taken aback.

Their sense of justice made them want to rebuke him, but Tesoro offered so much money that it stunned them.

“Everything has a price; as long as you have enough money, you can buy it.” Tesoro smiled calmly, exuding confidence.

"If you can't buy it, it means you don't have enough money."

Tesoro's gaze swept across the faces of the marines one by one.

He is a business tycoon and a master manipulator, and he has used the tactic of offering to buy people many times.

The Celestial Dragons, whom he once hated, became his honored guests, and Doflamingo, the protector of slave traders, became his business partner.

He personally built the world's number one seaside entertainment city, Golden City, and became known as the Golden Emperor, making the entire city work for him.

With just a few casual glances, he already noticed that some of the navy personnel were beginning to waver.

However, Sieg's face remained expressionless, and Tesoro couldn't discern his inner thoughts.

"You devil..." The blonde woman in the slave group trembled slightly, and with a surge of courage from who-knows-where, she angrily rebuked Tesoro:

"They definitely want to buy us at a high price, then abandon us. They're giving us a glimmer of hope first, then destroying it with their own hands, just toying with us, right?"

“BINGO.” Tesoro snapped his fingers, unmoved, a faint smile still on his face.

"One billion."

A commotion arose among the navy men. Sieg remained silent.

Tezzolo clapped his hands a few times, his face still bearing that same smile.

"Higuma, you are very patient. You are worthy of being a Marine Admiral."

"Three billion."

Tezzolo smiled confidently, but his hands, clasped behind his back, were trembling slightly, and his palms were sweaty.

Perhaps it was because he suddenly saw two faces that resembled Stella that reopened the wounds deep in his heart, making him gradually unable to remain calm.

"This is a small matter. As long as we negotiate as usual, we can definitely buy it," Tesoro thought to himself.

He is no longer the boy he once was.

He's very rich now, even richer than the Celestial Dragons.

Although it's just a similar face.

But this time... I'm sure I can buy it.

Chapter 1119 The Execution of Justice 1-2

Tezzolo's hands, which were behind his back, began to be covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Seeing that familiar face again, facing a similar situation once more, it was as if he had returned to the nightmare of his childhood.

Even my back felt like it was aching slightly.

The mark of the Sky Dragon's Hoof had been covered up with a star-shaped mark many years ago, but now an unbearable heat seemed to surge up on his back again.

Snap, snap...

The accompanying subordinates slammed open the suitcases filled with Pele banknotes and gold artifacts one by one. The gold inside reflected the setting sun, dazzling the navy to the point of blinding them.

“Quite an appetite,” Tesoro remarked casually.

"Then I'll offer five billion."

The indignant sailors fell silent.

"No one in the world but me would spend so much money to buy a few slaves. But that doesn't mean I'm a sucker, Black Dragon General, that's enough." Tesoro grinned.

"The heads of the two most wanted criminals in the world, Whitebeard and Siegfried, are actually only worth five billion."

"The Op-Op Fruit, known as the ultimate Devil Fruit, originally cost five billion."

“This is more money than an average person could spend in ten lifetimes.” Tesoro shrugged.

"General Black Dragon, have you thought this through? If I turn around and leave now, you won't get anything."

He snapped his fingers lightly, a cold smile appearing on his face:

"What will your expressions be when the hope brought by 5 billion turns into despair?"

"Enough!" a young naval officer couldn't help but speak up.

"You rich bastard, so what if you have a little bit of money?"

Tezzolo stared intently at the young man and smiled.

"Would you sell your mother into a brothel?" he suddenly asked.

"Huh? What are you talking about-----" The young navy officer was furious.

"What if I put up five billion?"

The young navy man was stunned for a moment, his pupils dilating in shock.

Tesoro chuckled and shook his head:

"It seems that your navy's justice has a price, and it's quite cheap."

He shook his head, his gaze finally settling on Sieg.

"Have you finished speaking?" Sig looked up at him, his face still expressionless.

What a rich bastard... Sig thought to himself.

"Fortunately, I'm also a big dog owner."

Fifty billion is a lot of money, but he doesn't want to earn it.

Sigurd still has 5 billion Berries in cash on hand. With his previous savings and the sale of Wahlboa alloy, the 10 billion Berry shortfall for the psychic enhancement serum has now been basically covered.

Next, as long as he relies on the newspaper industry on the Isle of Everything, the business dealings run by Kro, and selling some Walbourne, although he won't be as rich as Tezoro, it will be enough to live a monotonous life for a while.

Is Tezzolo richer than him?

At worst, we can find an opportunity later to raid the Golden City in a warship... or a bandit group's ship.

"Tezzolo, you are too arrogant."

Sieg said calmly:

"You want to go to jail for buying and selling slaves in front of me, a naval admiral?"

Tesoro frowned and said:

"Human trafficking is not a high-end business, but at most it can be said to be a gray business. It is not illegal, and even the Celestial Dragons are doing it."

Sig paused for a moment, then turned to look at Ain beside him. Ain nodded silently, indicating that Tesoro was right.

Fine.

This sounds a bit surreal, but considering that drugs can be legalized, it's not so bad.

Sieg pondered for a moment and changed his story:

"That's not the problem."

"There are no slaves in the prison, only prisoners."

He strode up to the blonde woman and placed one hand on the collar around her neck.

The explosive collar will explode immediately if it is damaged by external force. But there are ways to prevent it.

Suddenly, jet-black flames erupted, engulfing the entire collar and instantly destroying it. Taking advantage of the collar's momentary lapse in attention, the flames were grabbed and tossed into the air.

boom!

The damaged collar exploded in mid-air, like a small firework.

Rayleigh's Armament Haki can destroy the collar instantly, and Sigurd's black flames can be discarded before the explosion.

"You are no longer a slave, but you still have to come with our navy. If your background is clean, you will be free."

Sieg said that.

The blonde woman's eyes widened slightly, and hope filled them once again.

The slaves nearby watched this scene with a collective tremor.

However, after the blow Tezzolo had dealt her, she was no longer so naive.

"Sir, could you give me two minutes... no, one minute will do."

The blonde woman brushed aside her blonde hair, revealing her snow-white neck, which was flushed red from the tight collar. She adjusted her collar, allowing her neck, which had been hidden for years, to see the light of day again, and rubbed her neck, which ached from the tight collar.

After doing all this, she took the initiative to stretch out her hands together and extend them in front of Sig.

"What are you doing?" Sig frowned.

"Aren't prisoners supposed to be handcuffed?" The blonde woman lowered her head, her blonde hair obscuring her face, making her expression unreadable.

Collar.

Handcuffs.

What's the difference? It's just a change of position.

These slaves didn't trust the navy much. They figured they would be tortured and deprived of their freedom in the navy's prison anyway, so how much better would it be than being a slave?

The sailors were slightly moved.

Behind Sieg, Violet watched this scene silently.

Although she was not a slave, she could understand the thoughts of these slaves.

As a former princess of the kingdom, her country was overthrown and ruled by Doflamingo... The Navy not only couldn't touch Doflamingo, but often had to lend a hand.

Neither the slaves nor Violet, the former princess, had any trust in the navy.

“It seems the shackles on your neck are gone, but the shackles on your heart remain.” Sig glanced at the slave and waved for the navy men beside him to come forward and handcuff him.

Tesoro watched this scene in silence, then suddenly clapped again.