I collect everything in the One Piece world.

Bruno's tall figure stepped out from the doorway, carrying a tightly bound, unconscious man on his shoulder—it was Franky.

The modified parts on Franky's body were faintly sparking with electricity, indicating that he had experienced a fierce resistance, but was ultimately no match for Bruno, was subdued, and brought here.

Bruno tossed the unconscious Franky against the wall, then looked at Gabra, who was preparing to leave, and said in a deep voice, "Gabra, although Nico Robin seems to have given in, she is, after all, the 'Child of the Devil,' and she's not that simple."

"Moreover, Blackmosen's strength is extraordinary. You must be careful and not be careless. Once you have her under control, return immediately and do not cause any further trouble."

Jabra put on his mask, adjusted the hood of his cloak, and walked towards the warehouse door without looking back, his tone full of confidence: "Tch. What trouble can a woman terrified by the Buster Call cause? Just wait, I'll bring her back soon. You just keep an eye on this guy and don't let him wake up and cause any trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed open the small door of the warehouse and strode quickly toward the bookstore where he had arranged to meet Robin.

Bruno looked in the direction where Gabra had disappeared, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly, but he didn't say anything more.

A moment later, on the second floor of that quiet secondhand bookstore, Robin stood quietly by the bookshelf by the window, his figure appearing somewhat thin in the dim light.

It was in a similar location to last night, the air thick with the smell of old books, paper, and dust.

Unlike last night, she didn't pretend to read. She just stood there quietly, gazing at the deep night sky outside the window, her profile outlined in soft lines by the dim light.

Light footsteps came from the stairs. Jabra stepped onto the second floor and his eyes instantly locked onto Robin by the window.

Seeing that Robin had indeed arrived as promised, and that he was all alone, a smug smile curled at the corner of his mouth beneath his mask.

“It seems you’ve made a wise choice, Miss Nico Robin.” Jabra’s deliberately lowered voice broke the silence in the bookstore.

He slowly approached, maintaining a certain distance, but a chilling sense of oppression already permeated the air.

“You were smart not to bring your ‘companions’ with you. This gave you, them, and the city a chance to survive.”

Robin slowly turned to face him, her face expressionless, seemingly neither fearful nor angry, and even the deep sorrow and resolve she had felt the night before had vanished, leaving only an almost indifferent calm.

Her gaze fell on Gabra's mask, her eyes clear yet empty as if she were looking at an inanimate object, or rather... at a dying person.

This look made the previously smug Jabra feel a sudden unease, a sense of foreboding rising within him.

Something was wrong. This was completely different from the reaction he had expected. There was no trembling, no pleading, not even a hateful glare. There was only a stagnant calm, and beneath that calm, there was a faint hint of... mockery.

Just as Gabrain's unexpected look triggered alarm bells in his mind...

A mocking young male voice suddenly came from not far behind him: "Tsk tsk tsk, are all CP9 lackeys like you, who like to hide their faces and play these clumsy tricks to scare young girls?"

Chapter 141, Morsen's Iron Fist, Franky's Choice

The mocking words from behind made Gabra's muscles tense up instantly, and his fighting instincts, honed by years of life and death, were on high alert.

He didn't have time to think further, nor did he care to look at Robin's expression. In that split second, Jabra made his most instinctive reaction!

Thick gray hair sprouted from under his skin, instantly covering his entire body. His bones also made a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound, and his body suddenly grew taller and swelled.

In the blink of an eye, the mysterious masked man disappeared, replaced by a half-human werewolf full of wildness and power—the werewolf form of the Dog-Dog Fruit of the Zoan type!

Jabra immediately entered his orc form, pushing his speed, strength, and wild instincts to their limits!

"Iron Block Wolf Fang!"

As Gabra turned to face the source of the sound, the muscles in his right arm tightened like steel wire, his five fingers forming claws, the sharp nails reflecting a cold metallic luster, as he viciously slashed at the figure that had suddenly appeared in his perception.

This attack combines the hardness of an "iron block," the penetrating power of a "finger gun," and the strength and explosiveness of a human-beast form, making it powerful enough to easily pierce through steel!

However, faced with this sudden beast-like transformation and fierce attack, Mosen remained standing in place, even with a faint smile on his face, as if what was coming towards him was not a deadly wolf claw, but just a gentle breeze.

Just as Gabra's wolf claws were about to touch Morsen's clothes, they seemed to crash into an invisible, intangible yet incredibly tough gel.

Both the force of its forward momentum and the sharpness of its tearing motion were absorbed instantly, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, turning into specks of light.

Then, to Gabra's astonishment, the faint light quickly gathered and solidified, eventually turning into a sticker with an abstract wolf claw pattern, which floated gently into Morsen's palm.

"That's it? The attack power is so weak, it's a waste of paper to even make it into a collectible. Did your CP9 training focus solely on how to act strangely and scare people?"

Mosen picked up the "wolf claw sticker," examined it closely, and then pursed his lips, muttering with disdain:

"Wh...what?!" Jabra couldn't believe it. His all-out attack had been so easily blocked! This was completely beyond his comprehension!

Danger! Extreme danger! We must create distance immediately!

"shave!"

Without any hesitation, Gabra suddenly exerted force with his feet, trying to instantly escape Morsen's attack range and reassess the situation.

However, Mosen would not give him that opportunity.

Whoosh!

Countless golden, dry grains of sand suddenly surged out from the cracks in the floor beneath his feet, instantly wrapping around his legs and rapidly spreading upwards!

These grains of sand carried a heavy binding force and amazing stickiness, making him feel as if his legs were sinking into a quicksand swamp!

"Lone Wolf with Storm Legs!"

Jabra was a seasoned fighter. Although his legs were bound, he suddenly exerted force in his waist and abdomen, swinging his legs, which were entangled in sand, to unleash a crescent-shaped vacuum slash, attempting to cut through the sand and break free of his restraints.

laugh!

When Lan's foot slashed into the surging sand flow, it did indeed scatter some of the sand, and the sand flow loosened for a moment.

But before he could even rejoice, the sand grains recombine at an even faster rate, becoming even more tightly intertwined than before.

Moreover, a strange and strong suction force came from the skin that was in contact with the sand, and he could clearly feel the moisture under the skin of his legs being rapidly drawn away.

"Iron block!" Gabra roared, instantly hardening his leg muscles in an attempt to resist the binding and suction of the sand, but the effect was minimal.

The iron block's defensive capabilities were limited, rendering it useless against the sand; the suction and binding forces continued to erode and tighten.

"This...how is this possible?!" Jabra was horrified. The intelligence report hadn't mentioned that Morsen possessed such bizarre and troublesome binding techniques! How could he use the Sand Crocodile's abilities so skillfully!

Mosen had no interest in giving him time to think. He raised his hand and made a grasping motion towards Gabra, causing the yellow sand wrapped around Gabra's legs to flow even more violently, rapidly climbing up Gabra's body and instantly wrapping around his waist and chest.

Gabra felt as if he were being encased in a sand coffin that was constantly tightening. The immense pressure came from all directions, making it almost impossible for him to breathe, let alone break free!

Mosen clenched his other hand into a fist, and his jet-black Armament Haki quickly covered it, the dense black exuding a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.

The mocking smile on Mosen's face vanished, replaced by a chilling anger.

Without any frills, the jet-black fist, like a cannonball, slammed into Gabra's ferocious wolf head.

"You fucking charlatan! Trying to threaten my crew, huh?!"

boom! ! !

Click!

With a dull thud, Gabra even heard the sound of his cheekbone shattering.

The immense force jerked his head to one side, making a buzzing sound, and blood and several bloody fangs spurted from his mouth and nose.

If it weren't for the powerful life force and defense granted by the Zoan-type Devil Fruit, this punch would probably have blown his head off!

But this is not over yet!

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

Mosen gave Gabra no chance to react or catch his breath, followed by a barrage of heavy punches.

Each punch landed squarely on Gabra's wolf head, each blow hitting flesh with a dull thud like the beating of a drum.

"I've heard that Zoan-type Devil Fruit users have strong regenerative abilities and are very durable? Perfect, let me see just how tough you really are!"

Gabra was beaten without any chance to fight back. His body was trapped by the yellow sand, and his head swayed violently from side to side with Morsen's iron fist. Blood mixed with saliva kept spilling from the corner of his mouth. His once fierce wolf eyes were now bloodshot, his gaze was unfocused, and his consciousness was beginning to fade.

His pride in speed, strength, and Six Styles seemed like a joke in the face of Morsen's tyrannical and unreasonable absolute power and bizarre abilities.

"Cough... Pfft!" Jabra coughed up a mouthful of blood. The excruciating pain and humiliation drove him almost mad. He knew that today was probably the end for him, but the pride of CP9 made him unwilling to completely submit even in such a state.

He struggled to gather his scattered consciousness, and growled in a hoarse, lisping voice, "Collector... Blackmoreson... I admit you're strong... but can you be stronger than the Buster Call?!"

"Just wait! When Water Seven is engulfed in gunfire... let's see if you're still as arrogant as you are now!!"

However, before he could finish his threatening words, Mosen suddenly reached out, grabbed his head, and slammed it into the floor.

"boom!!!"

Gabra's head slammed into the floor like a wooden stake, sending splinters and dust flying everywhere.

The violent shock made his vision go completely black, and he almost fainted, all the threatening words stuck in his throat.

Mosen pressed him firmly to the floor, leaned down and said coldly, "The Demon-Slaying Order? Ha. Whether I continue to be arrogant is none of your concern. But you probably won't have the time to see it."

Gabra was dizzy and could only utter muffled groans.

“Now, tell me. Where is your CP9 base in Water Seven? Where are Lucci, Kalifa, Kaku, and the others hiding? Tell me!”

Upon hearing that Mosen even knew about these things, Gabra barely regained a sliver of consciousness from the excruciating pain and dizziness.

He struggled to turn his nearly shattered jaw, forcing out a cold snort mixed with blood and foam from his throat: "Ha! Dream on... CP9... has no traitors..."

“Very good, that’s backbone.” Mo Sen nodded, his face revealing neither joy nor anger.

The next moment, the yellow sand wrapped around Gabra's right hand suddenly began to rub and crush his beast-like finger, like the finest sandpaper.

"Ughhhhh!!!"

A piercing scream suddenly rang out as the tips of Gabra's fingers were being ground and peeled away bit by bit by the sand. His nails shattered and fell off, revealing the bloody, mangled nail bed beneath, which was then ground away again.

The ten fingers are connected to the heart, let alone this slow and cruel peeling. The excruciating pain surged like a tide, constantly impacting Gabra's nerves, causing his already fragile consciousness to suffer another blow, and his body began to convulse uncontrollably.

Even more cruelly, the powerful vitality brought about by the beast transformation continues to exert its effects, causing Jabra to constantly go through a cycle of healing and then aggravating its injuries.

Mosen looked at Gabra with an indifferent expression, his voice eerily calm: "I hope your bones are as hard as your mouth. I have many more tricks up my sleeve to play with you."

"You're a tough guy in CP9, you should be able to hold out for a long time, right?"

The torture continued, and Gabra's screams gradually turned into suppressed groans.

Downstairs, the old shop owner couldn't help but shudder when he heard the voice.

But seeing the thick stack of Pele in front of him, he also took out a pair of earplugs and put them on, pretending that he hadn't heard anything.

……

The backstreet bar in Water Seven, a secret CP9 hideout.

As a bucket of ice water was splashed hard on his face, Franky shuddered and woke up from his coma.

He struggled to get up, only to find that his whole body was bound by strong chains and he could not move at all.

"Cough cough... Damn it..." Franky shook his slightly dizzy head, his eyes gradually focusing as he saw the surrounding scenery clearly.