Chapter 434: Hawkins' Divination, Drake's Mission

The weight of a Great General-level combat power needs no elaboration; even the World Government is forced to take it seriously.

Judging by the combat power S-Dragon has displayed, the World Government must have obtained the genetic factor two years ago.

It was either during the battle in Water 7 or during the fight where Gao Wen faced Xia Mu Luo Ke and Big Mom together in Britannia.

However.

Such an existence now only slightly piques Gao Wen's interest.

But for those following this battle, especially those aware of the World Government's plan, S-Dragon is nothing short of a potent dose!

Within Britannia.

Drake and his group sat in a tavern, watching the projection of the World Martial Arts Tournament.

Even after S-Dragon had vanished into the corridor, his gaze did not shift by a fraction.

As a former Marine Vice Admiral, Drake naturally knew nothing of the Pacifista Project.

But to reach this extent far exceeded his expectations!

"Pacifistas... no, are they Seraphim?!"

"Before I left the Marines, this was merely a plan on paper. Has it been completed in such a short time?!"

"And..."

"To be strong enough to this degree?!"

Drake's gaze sharpened.

He had never fought a Seraphim, so naturally he could not judge what level of combat power the Seraphim had reached.

But Drake knew Qiao Qing.

The ruler of the Eight Treasure Water Army in the West Sea, Qiao Qing was once a candidate for the Warlord of the Sea program when it was first established; he was only not selected later due to the interference of the Flower Country's king.

But to appear on the Warlord of the Sea's reserve list was itself proof of combat power.

According to the combat power rating system circulating within Britannia, that was between High Gold and Low Legend; such combat power was already enough to be called a monster.

And such an existence couldn't even survive a single move from S-Dragon; in that instant, the Conqueror's Haki released by S-Dragon had even become visible to the naked eye.

Is my infiltration mission... really still necessary?!

Drake lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

Just yesterday, he received an order transmitted from the Marine side.

The mission objective had changed.

No longer the Beasts Pirates of Wano Country, but to infiltrate Britannia and do everything possible to become a member of the Round Table Knights, becoming a core figure of Britannia.

Only in this way could the actions of Gao Wen's group be kept constantly under the Marines' gaze.

Britannia has now become a colossal force capable of threatening the World Government; even the Mary Geoise side dares not act rashly.

As Drake pondered.

Hawkins lifted the tavern curtain, walked quickly toward him, sat down, and said:

"Haven't made a decision yet?! Joining Britannia brings no harm to me or to you."

"I have divined the omen of an era's shift; the next era does not belong to the World Government, nor to the Marines, nor to the Celestial Dragons."

"You should know what this means."

In his words.

Hawkins gazed at Drake, his eyes holding an expectation he could not hide.

Bringing Drake aboard Britannia, this great ship, naturally had his own calculations.

It was not hard to foresee that after this Martial Arts Tournament ended, the pirates wanting to board Gao Wen's great ship would be as numerous as fish crossing a river.

After all, anyone with a bit of insight could see that the Four Emperors had become a thing of the past; now, on this great sea, only the World Government and Britannia remained.

Under the World Government's wanted status, defecting to Britannia had become almost the only choice; at the same time, standing out under Gao Wen would become increasingly difficult.

For this reason, Hawkins needed an ally; Drake, who was far more reliable than the other Worst Generation members, was the best choice.

Seeing Drake's complete lack of reaction, Hawkins continued:

"Just now, I performed a divination for you."

Drake looked up, showing a bit of interest:

"And the result?!"

"Seven of Swords!"

"Although it symbolizes betrayal, concealment, and deception, but..."

Hawkins stared tightly at Drake, his gaze blazing as if piercing through Drake's soul in that very moment:

"Have you truly betrayed the Marines?!"

The next instant.

A white rainbow flashed; without any warning, Drake sprang up and struck, his hand-axe slashing horizontally, aiming directly for Hawkins' head.

Clang—!

Blade and axe collided in the air, sending sparks flying.

Hawkins drew his blade steadily to block Drake's axe; his gaze did not waver in the slightest, even becoming more confident.

If the previous divination result had only given him a sliver of doubt.

Then now he was certain: Drake had not truly betrayed the Marines but had another purpose; after all, spies and undercover agents were far from new on this great sea.

Ignoring Drake, whose face had become extremely grim, Hawkins continued:

"In the New World, the powers capable of making the World Government wary are none other than those few."

"After Whitebeard's death, Fire Fist Ace is no longer a force to be reckoned with."

"Red-Haired Shanks comes and goes without a trace and has no stable base; he poses no great threat to the World Government either."

"Then it can only be the remaining Hundred Beasts and Britannias."

"But judging by your earlier reaction, ruling out the Britannias means your goal is to infiltrate the Hundred Beasts Pirates."

"Am I not right!"

Roar—!

A roar suddenly erupted from Drake's mouth; Hawkins, bearing the full force of the sound wave, smashed through the bar's wall, flying backward dozens of meters before barely stabilizing his stance.

When Hawkins looked back, he saw Drake, already transformed into an Allosaurus, opening his blood-filled maw to bite down on him!

At this moment, only murderous intent filled Drake's heart!

Overwhelming murderous intent!

Hawkins' divination ability allows him to see through an opponent's hidden cards in advance, which means almost no secret can be kept from him.

If Hawkins is not killed here, once he joins the Britannias, the trouble for the Marines will be immense.

Hawkins' expression remained unchanged; he raised a hand to pat the dust off his body, the corner of his mouth curling into a confident smile:

"Do you think... I couldn't calculate this scene?!"

Drake's murderous intent did not waver:

"So what if you calculated it? In any case, today, only one of us will leave alive!"

"Is that so..."

Hawkins extended a finger, pointing at the street behind Drake:

"Then why not turn around and see what that is!"

"Stop!"

A fierce shout came from behind; Drake's breath hitched, yet his movements showed no slightest delay, instead accelerating.

He had already made his judgment: even if he were killed here, he must slay this monster; yet in the next instant, a voice exploded beside his ear.

"White Snake - Eight Branches Dragon Head!"

White smoke gushed forth, instantly covering several surrounding city blocks; countless pitch-black snake heads tore through the white smoke, biting toward Drake!

Hiss!

Hiss!

Hiss—!

Fierce fangs pierced through Drake's dragon body, tightly coiling around him.

For a moment, even Drake, one of the Worst Generation, found himself unable to move!

Struggling, he looked back, only to see an extravagantly styled motorcycle speeding toward them from the distance.

It was none other than Smoker, now serving as Beville's deputy.

After three months of cultivation, Smoker had already crossed the Silver-level barrier, truly ascending to the Gold level that symbolizes the mighty; dealing with Drake was naturally a walk in the park for him.