One Piece meme: Starting with eight extraordinary skills

To the surprise of the elderly man in the white robe, three-quarters of the people present raised their hands in agreement.

He originally thought that tripping up Cobra like this wouldn't let him succeed, but he didn't expect it to turn out like this.

The elderly man in the white monk's robe frowned and said:

"Six people have won more than half of the supporters present in this election for the position of Five Elders, which means that one person will inevitably be eliminated."

Lord Im's anger needs to be appeased. Cobra's rise to power is practically a done deal, meaning that one of the original Five Elders must step down.

The elderly man in the white monk's robe pondered for a moment before saying:

"Next, everyone present will vote by name to select one of our original Five Elders. Whoever receives the most votes will be the one to vote for."

The elderly man in the white monk's robe seemed very confident that he would not be thrown out.

But to everyone's surprise, Jaigorusia Satan was the first to vote, choosing to eliminate him!

There is a traitor among us!

The old man in the white robe never expected that Jaygolucia Satan would launch a merciless attack on him.

However, this is not the end of the story.

Cobra followed suit, casting his sincere vote.

The crowd, who had been hesitant, now seemed to understand who to vote for, thanks to the example set by the leader.

With the two who had taken the lead, they didn't need to worry about offending anyone and all cast their sacred votes for the old man in the white monk's robe.

The wall fell and everyone pushed it!

Seeing that the situation was becoming clear, the other three members of the Five Elders exchanged glances and, in the spirit of sacrificing their own for their friends, cast their votes.

The old man in the white monk's robe had a livid face and was trembling all over.

After all that, it turns out the clown was actually myself?

After everything settled down, everyone dispersed and left.

In the office that belonged exclusively to Jaigollucia Satan, a young general sat in the seat that had originally been Jaigollucia Satan's, holding a glass of fine wine, and chuckled softly:

"This is just a battle, and I have already won the war."

Chapter 314 The Dilemma of the Sengoku Fleet Admiral, Garp's Killing Intent

"Ding!"

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

"Yes!"

In Yang Ming's line of sight, a lottery wheel that was invisible to others gradually appeared, divided into four sections: normal skills, hero skills, equipment and items, and hero skins.

Common skills: Barrier, Cleanse, Insight, Ignite, Weakness, Blink, Ghost Step, Heal, Clarity, Guardian, Crossbow, Retribution, Mark, Teleport.

Hero Abilities: Shattering Flame, Lava Shield, Alpha Strike, Meditation, Wuju Style, Void Blade, Energy Pulse, Void Sphere...

Equipment and items: Hextech Belt, Righteous Glory, Twin Shadows, Trinity Force, Boots of Speed...

Hero Skins: Future Warrior, Steel Wings, Lu Bu (Fengxian), Champion's Blade...

[Ascend the Divine Stairs]: The illusory wings of angels will appear behind you, and you will permanently gain the "Soaring Spirit" effect, increasing your movement speed by 8%. Normal attacks will stir up waves of flame, dealing additional fire damage and granting you additional attack range.

The young general sat in the boss's chair, holding a wine glass in his hand. The crystal-clear wine reflected Yang Ming's faint smile.

Gazing at the vast, boundless sea outside the window, Yang Ming thought to himself:

"Judging by the time, Blackbeard should have taken Ace to Marine Headquarters by now, right?"

Naval Headquarters, Marinevando.

This is an epic steel fortress, its walls, constructed from massive rocks, are coated with a layer of steel that gleams under the blazing sun. The presence of patrolling warships and soldiers further enhances its impregnable appearance.

Within this steel fortress that strikes fear into the hearts of countless pirates, there is a considerable population, with a permanent resident population exceeding 10. These people are not all soldiers; many are engaged in other types of professions, including clerical and logistical roles.

Maintaining a large organization is not easy. The daily maintenance of soldiers' ordnance, the production and maintenance of bullets and shells, the manufacture and tailoring of standard military uniforms, the cooking and raw material supply of soldiers' food, the establishment and improvement of military medical and health services, and the transfer of personnel between bases—all these things come together to form a huge demand for personnel.

Therefore, within this steel fortress, one can see impregnable walls and stockpiled guns and ammunition. In addition to military-related buildings, there are also many public facilities, such as gardens, gyms, and stadiums, providing a place for many employees to relax and enjoy themselves.

Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach, holding Thatch's head in one hand and Ace in the other, was like a country bumpkin visiting a grand garden. Upon arriving at Marineford, the Marine Headquarters, everything seemed new and exciting, and he couldn't help but marvel at it, thinking to himself:

"If I were to blow this place up one day, Sengoku's expression would be quite something, wouldn't it?"

It has to be said that pirates are pirates, and Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach's thought process is particularly unique.

Others would only feel awe upon seeing such a magnificent steel fortress, but he actually wanted to blow it up.

The officer responsible for guiding Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach was none other than Smoker, who had recently been promoted to Vice Admiral of the Marine Headquarters. Although Smoker didn't understand why Yang Ming had specifically instructed him to personally receive this lecherous-looking middle-aged pirate beside him, he ultimately chose to suppress his anger for the sake of the man the pirate held in his hands, and said in a deep voice:

"Don't dawdle here. Marshal Sengoku wants to see you in person."

"Hehe, I'll stay outside and watch for a little longer, because I'm afraid I won't have a chance to watch later."

Faced with the menacing Smoker's repeated urging, Marshall D. Teach, the Blackbeard, repeated his usual disguise, adopting a simple-minded expression. Coupled with his dark and sleazy face, he gave people a sense of "sincerity," making them not doubt the meaning behind his words.

Of course, perhaps sensing Smoker's impatience, Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach didn't want to delay any longer, and muttered to himself:

"I've always been careful and cautious, and I've never given the navy any leverage in the past, so I haven't been wanted or had a bounty placed on my head. I shouldn't be in any trouble, right?"

"Damn it, if that bastard Dark Lord had given me the Dark-Dark Fruit beforehand, I wouldn't be so worried. I could have just grabbed the Dark-Dark Fruit and run away!"

Muttering to himself, Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach still wore a simple-minded expression and silently followed behind Smoker.

Ace had already awakened from his severe injuries and coma. Watching Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach's performance along the way, he understood a truth for the first time:

"Society is simple, but people's hearts are complex."

Unexpectedly, this seemingly honest middle-aged man possessed such superb acting skills that he fooled everyone.

Marshall D. Teach, the Blackbeard, was wearing a tattered white shirt and black jeans with several holes in the knees. Perhaps because he hadn't showered recently in order to escape the Whitebeard Pirates' pursuit, his clothes were filthy and he had a suffocating sour smell.

As he walked, he was practically a human biological weapon. Wherever he went, people avoided him, not only retreating three feet away but also showing disgust and contempt on their faces.

Despite the disdainful looks from outsiders, Marshall D. Teach, the Blackbeard, lived up to his reputation as a ruthless leader. His skin was thicker than the mud on his boots, and he didn't care at all. Instead, he cheerfully looked around, secretly memorizing the terrain and quickly constructing a 3D map in his mind, planning his escape route.

If the navy were to renege on its promise and prepare to arrest him, then these pre-planned routes in his mind would be of great help.

He, Marshall D. Teach (Blackbeard), never fights a battle he's not sure he can win!

Like everyone else, Smoker didn't take Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach seriously, thinking he was just an unknown nobody who, by chance, killed Thatch, the fourth division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, and captured Ace, the new second division commander.

When he reached the door of Marshal Sengoku's office, Smoker stopped and gently knocked.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Enter!"

Only after receiving a response from the Sengoku Marshal inside did Smoker open the door.

Upon entering the office, Smoker was secretly surprised.

Inside the office, not only was the main figure, Fleet Admiral Sengoku, present, but Garp, who had just been released from the deep-sea prison, had also returned from his long paid leave and was sitting side by side with Vice Admiral Tsuru.

Garp, unusually, didn't take out his favorite rice crackers and donuts, nor did he act cute or silly as usual. Instead, his brows were filled with a solemn air.

Not only him, but also the Warring States Marshal and the Vice Admiral Tsuru were the same.

Sensing the serious atmosphere permeating the office, Smoker seemed to be affected by it, and his expression immediately became serious.

Just as Smoker was about to say something, Fleet Admiral Sengoku raised his hand and said in a deep voice:

"Smoker, thank you for your hard work. We have some things to discuss now. You can leave after you drop the person off."

At this moment, even if Smoker was slow to realize, the two people he brought seemed to be very important, so important that even Fleet Admiral Sengoku, Garp, and Vice Admiral Tsuru, three veteran figures of the Navy, had to pay close attention to them.

Realizing he had become a third wheel, Smoker tactfully left the office, closing the door behind him.

Ever since Ace entered the office, Garp's gaze had been fixed on him. In the depths of his dark eyes, a complex expression flickered, a mix of entanglement, pain, disappointment, and finally, self-reproach.

Of course, Ace was destined not to see the emotions revealed deep in Garp's eyes.

Ace is currently in his rebellious teenage years. He has lived under Garp's high-pressure training since childhood and always wanted to go to sea to become the Pirate King. However, he did not get Garp's approval and has now become a prisoner. He has been sent to the Marine Headquarters. Ace felt that he had no face to face the old man and kept his head down the whole time, not daring to look Garp in the eye.

The relationship between Ace and Garp was known to only a handful of people within the Marine Headquarters.

Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach was unaware of this connection. Upon seeing the three veteran naval figures standing guard before him, he felt a chill run down his spine, his muscles tensing. His shifty eyes darted around, secretly watching the three men's movements. If he sensed anything amiss, he would immediately turn and run.

There's nothing he can do; he's still just an unknown nobody.

If you're a nobody, you should be prepared to be a nobody!

"Jie hahaha!"

Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach tossed Thatch's head and Ace to the ground. Sensing the fleeting murderous intent on Garp's face, his legs trembled, but he forced a calm laugh and said:

"Marshal of the Warring States Period, can I collect my bounty and leave now?"

Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach was mentally prepared for Fleet Admiral Sengoku to renege on his promise, but to his surprise, the Fleet Admiral immediately pulled a check from his drawer, scribbled a few lines on it with a fountain pen, stamped it with the Marine Headquarters seal, and said:

"This is the bounty for Sachi and Ace. You can go to the bank to withdraw the money directly."

Upon seeing the ten-figure sum on the check, Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach grinned from ear to ear, happily stuffing the check into his pocket. He didn't even bother to say thank you before turning and running away, not daring to linger in this den of thieves for even a moment longer.

It wasn't that he was a coward, but rather that Garp's gaze was too terrifying, as if he wanted to devour him alive!

He calls this a strategic shift!

With this money, as long as Dark Lord Li Qing fulfills his promise, he will be able to take off!

Chapter 315 I just enjoy seeing people's fearful expressions, yes, that's exactly your expression.

The office of the Warring States Marshal was nothing special. It had a desk, an executive chair, a bookcase, a coffee table, and a sofa. In addition, there was a mountain of books and documents. The documents reported from all over the country were piled up so high that they could hardly be seen at a glance, which was quite unexpected.

There's an old joke that farmers imagine the emperor using a golden hoe and favoring his concubines every day.

On this vast sea, many ordinary people had imagined that the office of the Warring States marshal would be so magnificent, but they would never have imagined that it would be so ordinary.

Fleet Admiral Sengoku and Vice Admiral Tsuru tactfully left temporarily, leaving Garp and Ace alone in the office.

Garp sat imposingly in his seat. In just a few short years, the remaining black hair on Garp's head had all turned white, and the wrinkles on his forehead were deeper than before, as if they had been carved by a knife and axe, making him look much older.

He clenched his fists together, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart, but the bulging veins on his forehead and the domineering aura that unconsciously emanated from him revealed the unease in his heart at this moment.

The Conqueror's Haki stirred up gusts of wind in the office, causing the pages of books on the desk to flutter wildly, the ceiling lights to sway violently, and the legs of the desks and chairs to creak and groan against the floor.