One Piece: The Cryo Doctor on the Straw Hat Ship

"First of all, these two are Roronoa Zoro, a combatant of the Straw Hat Pirates, and Mr. Sanji, the chef."

Zoro crossed his arms and nodded slightly, while Sanji exhaled a smoke ring as a greeting.

"The Straw Hat Pirates?"

Mr. 1's brow furrowed deeply, his sharp gaze sweeping past Robin and locking onto Zoro and Sanji:

"Since when has it become the business of a bunch of pirates interfering in our Baroque Works' high-level meetings?"

Robin smiled gently, crossing his arms gracefully over his chest:

"Because our boss... was originally a pirate!"

As she spoke, she took out a wanted poster from inside her coat and slowly placed it on the table.

"Everyone, let's get to know each other..."

"The founder of Baroque Works, and the one who has led it to where it is today, is 'Mr. 0,' also known as V, the mechanical engineer of the Straw Hat Pirates."

The meeting room fell into a deathly silence, with only the low hum of the ventilation system echoing in the background.

Mr.1 Daz Bonis's eyes were fixed on the bounty poster on the table.

V's face is clearly visible, with the caption "Bounty: 120 million Berries" below.

The holder of this bounty can be considered a "great pirate" in the first half of the Grand Line.

But for Baroque Works, that's far from enough!

Although they lacked experience fighting pirates with bounties exceeding 100 million, they had killed those with bounties of 70 or 80 million before.

"V?" Miss Doublefinger's sharp voice rang out, "That newcomer who has recently risen to fame in the first half of the Grand Line? You're saying he's the real 'Mr. 0'?"

The agents of Baroque Works may not be top-tier in terms of individual skills, but they are all all-rounders.

Gathering intelligence is a piece of cake for them.

Moreover, news about the Straw Hat Pirates was all over the ocean recently, so it was hard for them not to know about it.

“Exactly.” Robin nodded slightly, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable certainty.

"Are you kidding me!"

Miss Christmas suddenly stood up, her sharp claws slamming onto the table with a "snap," leaving several deep scratches.

"How is this possible!?"

"How old is this kid? Baroque Works was founded ten years ago."

Do you think we're idiots?!

Miss Christmas, her eyes behind her sunglasses were fixed on Robin.

“I remember now… Mr.0 just issued a summons order to us.”

"I was wondering why the same instruction had to be issued twice."

"I think... it's you who betrayed us, isn't it!?"

"Mr. 1!"

Miss. Christmas suddenly shouted, and her body suddenly swelled up.

Its body was covered in grayish-brown fur, and in the blink of an eye it transformed into a half-human, half-mole form, its sharp forepaws gleaming coldly.

She leaped and landed steadily on the heavy conference table, her heavy body causing the table to thud under its weight.

Almost simultaneously, the other agents who had not been modified by V also slowly stood up.

Mr.1 Daz Bonis's arms hung naturally at his sides, his forearms gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen.

He didn't show his emotions as openly as Miss Christmas, but the chill in his calm eyes was almost tangible.

“Miss. All Sunday,” his voice was low and calm, yet carried a sharp, oppressive edge, “we need an explanation.”

The air in the conference room instantly tensed up.

However, Robin showed no sign of panic in the face of the sudden escalation of hostility.

She even slightly curled the corners of her lips and elegantly crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Explain?" she repeated softly, her gaze sweeping over the tense crowd. "Why should I explain to you?"

"Baroque Works was originally a hidden move set up by Mr. V in the first half of the Grand Line. The person who needs to explain this..."

"It's you guys, isn't it!?"

"Are you planning a rebellion?"

Robin sat stylishly in the boss's chair, responding with a firm tone.

As she finished speaking, Zoro and Sanji, who were behind her, stepped forward almost simultaneously.

Zoro's Wado Ichimonji had already been drawn half an inch from its sheath, its cold light reflecting off his stern profile.

Sanji slowly exhaled a smoke ring, slightly raised his right leg, the toe of his shoe touching the ground, ready to pounce.

"Afraid to answer directly? It seems there's definitely something fishy going on here!"

Mr.1 Daz Bonis's voice was like the grinding of iron; he shook his arms, his skin turning into sharp blades, a cold glint flashing in the dimly lit conference room.

boom!!!

A crack suddenly appeared on the ornate conference table, revealing a gap that allowed Mr. 1 to attack Robin at top speed.

In an instant, the arms, transformed into blades, slashed down fiercely, aiming directly at Robin's slender neck.

Mr. 1 didn't really intend to kill Robin.

But he was prepared to teach Robin a lesson so that she would tell the whole truth.

However, just as the cold light was about to touch the strands of hair on Robin's forehead—

"You think you can hurt Miss Robin?!"

A devoted knight-errant, wanting to give every beautiful woman in the world a home, bravely sets out.

Sanji's figure flashed in front of Robin just before Mr. 1's slash landed.

His right leg rose like lightning, and jet-black Armament Haki instantly enveloped it, as if coated with a layer of cold, hard metallic luster.

"Luncheon - Black Cut!"

boom--!!!

Sanji's kick collided violently with Mr. 1's sword arm, producing a piercing, sharp sound as metal clashed.

The shockwave exploded from the two people, making the walls of the conference room vibrate.

Mr. 1's pupils suddenly contracted.

His proud arms, which had cut through countless weapons, were completely blocked by Sanji's kick, unable to advance even an inch further!

“How is this possible…?!” Mr. 1 growled, the blade on his arm cracking under the strain.

"Hmph." The cigarette dangling from Sanji's lips flickered, his eyes suddenly sharpening. "Is this all the skill you've got? You think you can act tough in front of us?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force with his right leg!

Click—!

A clear cracking sound rang out. Several fine cracks instantly appeared on the blade at Mr. 1's arm.

With tremendous force, Mr. 1 was kicked away, crashing through the thick stone wall of the conference room like a cannonball and into the outer passage, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Sanji easily retracted his attacking leg, then calmly took a drag of his cigarette.

"Miss Robin, I will protect you!"

The meeting room fell silent once again.

Miss Christmas's stiff hands trembled slightly, and her pupils behind her sunglasses contracted.

next second.

"...Attack together!" Miss Christmas roared, her half-human, half-mole body expanding to its limit, her claws tearing through the air as she pounced on Zoro.

Don't underestimate them just because they're a group of agents who do things for money. They are, after all, people who have made a name for themselves in the first half of the Grand Line, and each of them has their own set of principles and pride.

The vast majority of them were present from the early days of Baroque's founding, and they poured their hearts and souls into the organization.

Therefore, they absolutely do not want to see any random person come along and try to easily pluck the "peach" of Baroque.

However, the next second...

"One-Sword Style: Iaijutsu - Lion's Song!"

A deep, muffled voice suddenly rang out.

hum!

The blade flashed like lightning, disappearing in an instant.

No one saw what happened; all they saw was a flash of green light.

The next instant, a sharp, piercing pain shot through my chest.

Then came the pungent smell of blood.

As top-tier agents, they understood all too well what this fresh scent of blood represented.

But they never imagined that one day they would smell that familiar scent on themselves.

Bang, bang!

Two muffled thuds.

Mr. 4's heavy body collapsed to the ground, while Miss. Christmas slumped limply on the table, completely unconscious.

The slender Miss collapsed onto the chair with both fingers slumped down.

In the blink of an eye, the three senior agents were unconscious.

A decisive swift victory.

Sanji frowned as he saw the crimson blood protruding straight from Miss's chest through her two fingers.

If V hadn't intervened, he would probably have been left with a huge scar later on.