Chapter 468

'But Whitebeard, once I find that thing, I will definitely make you old thing taste the bitterness of failure too!'

Crocodile casually threw the intelligence in his hand into the crocodile pool below, which was filled with banana crocodiles,

and picked up the Den Den Mushi on his desk: "Hello, is this Miss All Sunday?

I hope you can speed up the work in your hands; remember, my patience is limited."

The "Heavenly Yaksha" Doflamingo, who was entrenched in Dressrosa.

Wearing a pink feather coat and sunglasses, his mouth split into an arc that an ordinary person could absolutely never achieve:

"Ho-ho-ho, another monster like Mihawk?"

The eyes beneath his sunglasses were filled with shrewd glints:

"What kind of turmoil will such a monster bring to the world?"

"Ho-ho-ho, it would be best if he destroyed the whole world, along with those high-and-mighty Celestial Dragons!"

Since ancient times, most of those who wanted to conquer the world were ambitious heroes,

and a small portion were great men who wanted to make the "world a better place";

but those who wanted to destroy the world were, without exception, madmen,

the kind so mad that even mental hospitals would not dare to take them in.

On the day he killed his own father with his own hands at the age of ten,

and cut off his head, he had already gone mad!

In the Florian Triangle, inside a gloomy and terrifying castle that never saw the sun, a man with devil horns,

light blue skin, and an appearance resembling a devil, but with a fat, otaku physique that completely contradicted it,

who had once challenged Kaido of the Beasts but returned in a miserable defeat,

and was now hiding in the Florian Triangle, obsessed with making figurines, Gecko Moria pinched the intelligence,

looking obsessively at Zhang Jie's sunny and cheerful avatar on it, muttering to himself:

"Such a powerhouse, if I could extract his shadow, I would definitely be able to create a very strong zombie, right?"

"Partner, as long as they are dead, they won't have to suffer the pain of losing partners again, right?"

On an island hidden in the Calm Belt, the residents coming and going included people of all heights, weights, ages, and genders,

the only thing that made people wonder was that they were all female, not a single male.

This was the legendary kingdom composed entirely of women—the Amazon Lily.

And because its characteristic means of transportation was a wooden sailing ship pulled by giant sea snakes, it was also known as the "Kuja Tribe."

"Snake Princess, such a powerhouse has appeared on the ocean again, and he has even joined the Seven Warlords of the Sea;

you must make good use of this opportunity to build a good relationship with him."

In the center of the island, inside a tall, beautiful, and magnificent palace, an old woman with white hair and a hunched back,

who was short in stature, was earnestly teaching a beauty who was stunningly beautiful, as if she were the condensation of the world's spiritual energy.

This beauty, who had long, jet-black hair, deep blue eyes like obsidian,

exquisite features that fit the golden ratio, a tall figure with perfect curves, and an extremely exaggerated nine-head-to-body ratio,

wearing a high-slit cheongsam and snake-shaped earrings, possessed both the classical beauty of Chinese style

and the wildness of an Amazon warrior, and was widely recognized as the "World's Most Beautiful Woman,"

the current ruler of the Amazon Lily, the "Pirate Empress," Boa Hancock.

"Hmph!"

Hancock gave a coquettish snort and casually threw the intelligence the old woman gave her out the window:

"What kind of powerhouse requires me to build a good relationship with him?

In my opinion, it should be him falling at my feet."

"Everything in the world should revolve around me; after all, I am just too beautiful."

Looking at the peerless beauty displayed in the mirror, Hancock rested her chin on her hand, unable to extricate herself.

"Yes, yes, everything in the world should revolve around the stunningly beautiful Snake Princess."

The old woman who had just been earnestly teaching her instantly turned into a yes-man, nodding repeatedly,

her face full of obsession, and pink peach hearts seemed to be flickering in her eyes.

"Snake Princess, how many times have I told you not to use the Mero Mero no Mi's ability on me!"

After a good while, a piercing roar resounded throughout the entire Amazon Lily.

At the Navy Science Unit located on a secret island somewhere in the ocean that was not on the nautical charts.

"Ma-ma, Aokiji-san's work is as outstanding as ever."

Wearing a poop-yellow... bright yellow striped suit, the extremely sleazy-looking Navy Admiral,

Kizaru, looked at the intelligence from headquarters in his hand and sighed in admiration.

"Kuma-san, congratulations on having another powerful colleague."

While admiring, he did not forget to share the news with the man beside him who was wearing a trapezoidal white hat,

which had scattered brown spots and two protrusions on top like bear ears,

and was an extremely tall and burly man, taller than two of him combined.

This burly man was none other than one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, the former king of the Sorbet Kingdom,

Bartholomew Kuma, known as the "Tyrant" because of his "brutal rule."

Unfortunately, to Borsalino's words, Kuma's expression remained as cold as ever, his eyes empty,

without a hint of spirit, as if what was standing here was no longer a person,

but an empty shell that had been drained of its spirit.

"Ma-ma, I forgot; after undergoing modifications by Dr. Vegapunk,

you have become a cold fighting machine, having lost human emotions."

Kizaru's words seemed to be an explanation, mixed with a trace of pity.

Any person with a conscience, when faced with the fact that Kuma had been transformed from a living person into a fighting machine with no human emotions

that only knew how to execute orders, would subconsciously feel pity.

Nothing else, just empathy for one's own kind.

In the first half of the Grand Line, Paradise, a man sitting in a small boat resembling a coffin,

exuding a sharpness like a Great Grade sword,

received a newspaper published by the World Government from a passing News Coo.

"This newcomer seems to be a great swordsman too~"

"Damn brat, instead of having a good fight with me, you joined the so-called Seven Warlords of the Sea!

When I find an opportunity, I will definitely smash you flat!"

In Wano Country, the headquarters of the Beasts Pirates, Onigashima, Kaido roared at the sky,

and the kanabo he was waving wildly gave the nearby flowers and grass a center part

—everything swept by the wind of the kanabo, whether it was a hundred-year-old tree

or a one-year-old flower or grass, was smashed to pieces.

"Wuu-wuu!"

"I challenged Whitebeard and lost again!"

Suddenly, Kaido burst into loud sobs, and soccer-ball-sized teardrops, like a faucet that had been turned on,

dripped continuously from his eyes, wetting the nearby ground.

"The Governor/Boss is going crazy again."

On Onigashima, listening to Kaido's crying and laughing, the members of the Beasts Pirates shook their heads,

and continued to finish what they were doing, going about their business.

Being moody and unpredictable was the underlying personality of their Governor,

and if one day the Governor could hide his joy and anger and be deep in thought, that would be the time to worry.