One Piece meme: Starting with eight extraordinary skills

Caesar Clown's face turned pale and then red, clearly having picked up on some hidden meaning in Yang Ming's words. He secretly regretted not having been greedy for Vegapunk's offer and offending this Shura General in front of him.

However, it seems a bit too late to regret it now.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, host, for reciting a classic line from Marvel. You have been awarded one chance to draw a prize. Would you like to start the prize wheel?"

The dazzling array of prizes in the lottery wheel reappeared before Yang Ming's eyes, mainly falling into two categories: treasures and miscellaneous items.

Treasures: Infinity Gauntlet, Heart of the Universe, Ancient Winter Coffin...

Miscellaneous items: Iron Man suit, Spider-Man cells, Hulk bloodline...

【Iron Man Suit - Mark 1 Iron Can Armor】: Iron Man's original heavy armor suit, equipped with a flamethrower, weighing approximately 700 kilograms, and composed of bulletproof iron, copper, magnesium alloy and some leather.

The Iron Man suit was directly stored in the spatial ring.

This Iron Man suit doesn't have a nuclear fusion reactor and is quite heavy and cumbersome, making it difficult to use effectively. However, if it could be mass-produced, it would be a significant boost to the capabilities of ordinary soldiers.

Yang Ming smiled and looked at Vegapunk and Caesar Clown, saying:

"You don't need to worry about the basalt development project. Even if the World Government cuts off the funding, I will personally contribute funds to support your continued research and development. I can invest 20 billion Berries in you in the early stages."

20 billion beli?

Just to invest in a research project?

Sentomaru, standing to the side, couldn't help but widen his pupils, secretly astonished by the wealth of this Asura General.

Being able to casually throw out 20 billion Berries, his net worth is probably far more than that!

He is young and strong.

Now, the advantage of being a highly eligible bachelor has been added.

Sentomaru looked down at the fat on his stomach, then at the handsome young man chatting and laughing with the two scientists, and instantly felt inferior.

"I'm stupid, really."

"Before I met General Shura, I actually thought I would challenge him."

"Only now do I realize that the Joker is actually myself!"

Sentomaru stood alone in the wind, bewildered and falling into a state of self-doubt and self-loathing.

Before anyone could speak, Yang Ming raised an index finger and continued:

"However, I have a personal request: if I sponsor you, the project must be shifted towards a private sector and people's livelihood."

The new material developed from basalt will be a fundamental material for the construction of battlecruisers.

If Carrera had access to a large amount of new materials, it would be able to develop a revolutionary warship like the battlecruiser, which would be dozens of times more powerful than current steamships.

Vegapunk and Caesar Clown were immediately intrigued. They hadn't expected that this young general was not only a leader who had been parachuted in, but also their benefactor!

For these scientists, in truth, they are not interested in money and have never touched it.

However, without financial support, many of their research projects cannot proceed smoothly, which is worse than killing them.

What is there to say?

In the face of money, even the most innocent and pure-hearted girl will become a target of public condemnation.

Seeing Vegapunk and Caesar Clown take the bait one after another, Yang Ming's lips curled into a subtle smile, and he thought to himself:

"I'm not afraid that you have no desires or wants, I'm afraid that you won't be moved."

Vegapunk and Caesar Courland changed their attitude and became extremely enthusiastic, taking Yang Ming on tours of the institute's various research projects, hoping that he could add more funding.

Yang Ming resolutely refuses to be a sucker for research projects that are not very practical or have no future prospects.

But if someone catches his eye, Yang Ming treats money like dirt, readily spending hundreds of millions of yuan—he's incredibly extravagant.

At this moment, Yang Ming was radiating an aura of wealth.

As for where the money comes from?

Besides the legitimate profits from business operations, there were also the ill-gotten gains Yang Ming had made from raiding the homes of nobles and dragons.

Could this be considered a different way of giving back to society?

Yang Ming didn't care about the amount of money; as long as the money was spent wisely, bringing him the expected returns and strengthening his power, it was all worthwhile.

Along the way, Vegapunk and Caesar Clown were almost numb.

It's not that they haven't seen rich people before.

In fact, Vegapunk also had a close personal relationship with Du Feld, the king of the underworld, nicknamed the King of Loans. They had frequent interactions and many research projects were secretly funded by Du Feld.

But Vegapunk had never seen anyone as generous as Yang Ming, who simply didn't care about money.

Vegapunk and Caesar Courland exchanged a glance. They were colleagues under the same roof and fierce rivals, and they both clearly recognized the importance of the young general before them.

Whoever can win Yang Ming's favor will have another sugar daddy in the future.

At this moment, Caesar Clown wished he could pounce on Vegapunk and bite him hard. It was all his fault for being blinded by greed and failing to perform well in front of Yang Ming. Now, the difficulty of gaining Yang Ming's favor had increased exponentially.

"That old coin, Vegapunk!"

Caesar Courland was seething with hatred, but he couldn't express his bitterness.

In this research institute, Caesar Clown is nominally the second-in-command, but he is not valued by the World Government and receives far fewer resources than Vegapunk, causing many of his research projects to stagnate.

This is why this exceptionally intelligent middle-aged scientist fell for Vegapunk's wicked scheme.

The exchange of glances between the two seemed subtle, but Yang Ming saw it all, making him secretly chuckle to himself.

In terms of research ability, Caesar Courland was not much different from Vegapunk.

But when it comes to cunning and shrewdness, ten Caesar Clowns combined are no match for one Vegapunk.

This can be glimpsed from Stusi alone.

Stussy is both a member of CP0 and the king of the underworld, known as the Queen of the Pleasure District.

On the other hand, Stussy is also Vegapunk's masterpiece, a clone created by extracting bloodline factors from R. Bakkin, a member of the Rocks Pirates.

The relationship between Vegapunk and Stussy is extremely secretive, and the truth remains unknown to this day.

Seeing that Yang Ming was mostly investing in Vegapunk's research projects and paying little attention to his own, Caesar Courant felt his heart bleed.

However, Caesar Courant was an arrogant scientist, and the thought of him humbling himself to please a young boy made him feel ashamed and uncomfortable.

For Caesar Courant, Yang Ming's visit to the research institute was a marathon of mental torture.

Time passed slowly, and Yang Ming was about to finish his visit. He bid farewell to Vegapunk and prepared to return to the steel warship to rest.

"If you miss this opportunity, you'll never have another chance!"

After a period of complex internal struggle, Caesar Clown finally realized that it was unacceptable for him to always be overshadowed by Vegapunk. He gritted his teeth, ran away from the research institute alone, and sprinted towards Yang Ming's departing figure.

"General, please wait!"

Yang Ming's lips curled up, but he seemed to still harbor resentment towards Caesar Courland. He ignored Courland's words and walked straight ahead.

Caesar Cullen was shocked and quickly transformed into his elemental form, drifting over and kneeling down in front of Yang Ming with a "plop".

"General, please let me explain..."

Yang Ming paused slightly, looking down at Caesar Clown. His expression, a stark contrast to the gentle demeanor he displayed when interacting with Vegapunk, deliberately betrayed a hint of disgust and resistance. He coldly said:

I don't want to hear any of your explanations.

Yang Ming lifted his leg, intending to pass by Caesar Courland.

Caesar Courland, far from letting go of this wealthy patron, shamelessly clung to Yang Ming's legs with both hands, hanging on like a burden, refusing to let go, saying:

"General, Vegapunk is an upright man, and his research projects are mostly aboveboard."

"But I'm different!"

"If you, General, have any orders, I am willing to serve you, no matter what forbidden things I research!" (Shula)

Upon hearing this, Yang Ming's expression turned serious.

He kicked Caesar Courland to the ground and said righteously:

"I am an upright and honest general, not the kind of person you imagine!"

Caesar Courren fell to the ground with a thud, looking up at the young general.

The sky was darkening, and the sun was setting in the west.

As dusk fell, the twilight deepened.

The dim light and darkness intertwined on the young general, making his entire face appear exceptionally hazy, obscuring his true appearance.

Just as Caesar Courland was in despair, thinking he had no chance at all, a huge suit of steel armor suddenly landed beside Yang Ming, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"This is……"

Before Caesar Courland could ask a question, Yang Ming's elusive voice drifted in and out of his ears.

"For the sake of our common cause of justice, I entrust this Hextech belt and this Mark 1 Iron Man suit to you for study and research."

"At the same time, I admire your research on SILE and will entrust you with 150 billion peggs for the development of related scientific research projects."

Caesar Courland got up from the ground and looked ahead.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the young admiral's shadow stretched long and long, forming a stark contrast with his pure white naval uniform.

Chapter 213 Wherever leaves dance, fire will burn.

Volcanic activity on Punk Hazard Island is primarily characterized by the eruption and overflow of acidic magma. As magma continuously overflows, large amounts of toxic gases and fine particles drift into the clouds, filling the air with an unpleasant sulfurous odor.

A volcano that has fallen into a period of dormancy, with black rocks eroded by magma into fractured structures, presenting regular hexagonal vertical columns. These volcanic rock columns are everywhere, and occasionally some tenacious weeds grow out of the cracks, bringing a little bit of life to this barren land.

Looking out, the volcanic rock pillars are of various shapes, some standing upright, some lying at an angle, layer upon layer, forming a forest of ten thousand pillars, a spectacular sight that ordinary people dare not climb.

Along a fence carved out by nature's hand, there is a narrow path clinging to the edge of the volcano, barely wide enough for one person to pass through. There are no railings at all, and the bottom of the mountain is visible right next to it, at least 500 meters below the ground. If you accidentally slip, you will inevitably tumble down the mountainside and be smashed to pieces.

Today, a group of unexpected guests arrived on this usually deserted path.

The group of people were dressed in dark robes, with wide hoods that covered most of their faces, making it difficult to discern their appearance.

A wave of heat, carrying the smell of sulfur, swept over us, slightly lifting a corner of the leader's hood to reveal a face with red square tattoos, no eyebrows, a fierce expression, tightly pursed lips, and stubble on his chin. At first glance, it was clear that this person was not a good person.