One Piece: Trying 200 times harder, but being too overbearing.

Looking at the woman's smooth, shiny back, he couldn't help but have wicked thoughts.

"Tina, shall I give you cupping therapy?"

Cupping therapy? What's that?

"Cupping is a special physiotherapy method originating from the land of flowers, which is very beneficial for relieving physical fatigue."

"Give it a try, Tina is very interested."

On the other side of the beach.

Invited to Hawaii Island for a vacation, Caesar relaxed comfortably on a beach chair, surrounded by several "Girls' Ship" girls from the island's largest nightclub.

"Whoosh, whoosh, beach, beautiful women, this is paradise!"

"I'd be so glad you like it."

Monet sat on a chair next to her, his snow-white legs crossed, holding a glass of iced drink in his hand.

"You guys go play over there first."

Monet chased away Girls' Ship and said to Caesar, "Mr. Caesar, as long as you are willing to hand over the technology for artificial Devil Fruits to us, price is not a problem."

"Whoosh, as I've already said, creating artificial Devil Fruits requires my scientific knowledge and abilities."

Caesar's smile was sinister. Selling the technology to Doflamingo would be a one-off deal, and he wouldn't be that foolish.

The best way is to use your unique skills to continuously extract money for your own enjoyment.

No matter how much money you have, it will eventually run out!

"I never imagined that the singer from Girls' Ship was actually a member of the Don Quixote family."

"This is to get closer to your disguise."

Monet had no choice; the young master was pressuring her, so she had to confront Caesar. However, through their interactions, she had come to understand Caesar's personality.

This guy is an arrogant, stupid, insidious, and greedy scumbag. As long as the conditions are right, it won't be a problem to win him over.

The only problem is that Caesar is now a member of the government, and if he wants to create artificial Devil Fruits for his family, he must first leave the World Government.

But doing that would not benefit Caesar at all, and might even lead to him being wanted by the authorities, so she had to find a way to make Caesar break with the World Government!

“Mr. Caesar, I have a question.”

A cold glint appeared in Monet's eyes: "Which of your terrifying weapons, the ones you invented, is stronger, Vegapunk's or yours?"

"Of course it's me, you idiot!"

Caesar's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. The person he envied most was Vegapunk, who was the world's number one when it came to creating weapons of mass destruction!

Monet laughed.

"Oh, how do you prove that?"

"This"

Caesar was speechless.

The simplest way to prove his weapon is stronger is to use it and see the effect, but his most powerful invention, "Slime," is kept in Punk Hazard's research facility and has nowhere to be used.

“Hey, Mr. Caesar.”

Monet revealed his true colors.

"Our Don Quixote family is involved in the arms trade. If you sell us the weapons you've invented, you'll not only receive a large sum of money, but you'll also get to witness their power on the battlefield!"

"what."

Caesar's eyes lit up.

That makes sense!

He created those terrifying weapons precisely to deploy them on the battlefield, observe their actual effects, and further enhance their power.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Chapter 140 Monet and Caesar

Night falls.

The island of Hawaii remains brightly lit.

The sun-drenched beaches are the liveliest spots on the island during the day, but at night, the brightly lit commercial streets are the main places for tourists to spend their money.

The most famous street is called Fun Street, where the island's largest nightclub, "Girls' Ship," is located.

"Get out of the way!"

In the middle of the street, Barto and his gang swaggered ahead, clearing the way with an arrogant, pigeon-toed gait, giving off a feeling reminiscent of his days of terrorizing Loguetown.

Soon, the destination was reached.

Girls' Ship!

Barto led three hundred marines, a dark mass, into the store, immediately attracting the attention of all the customers.

Ignoring the store clerk's attempts to stop him, Barto went to the band's playing area and snatched the microphone directly from the lead singer's hand.

"Hehehe, listen up, all of you!"

"We are the 11th Fleet Navy from Branch G-1!"

We've booked the entire restaurant tonight!

"You all need to get out of here right now!"

The hall immediately fell silent.

The guests looked at Barto and frowned.

G-1 Branch, Squadron 11?

I've never heard of that before. By the way, are these thugs really from the Navy, or are they just pretending?

and also.

The owner of this shop, or rather, the owner behind this street, is none other than the legendary "Queen of Pleasure Street," Lady Stussy!

Besides, even if it really is the navy, they can't just cause trouble recklessly.

When Loya arrived at the store, he saw Barto chasing people away on the stage, and his face darkened considerably. After all, he was a Marine; couldn't he at least pay attention to his image?

Moreover, such a large store doesn't need to be booked out entirely.

Loya reluctantly went up on stage and took the microphone from Barto: "Sorry, this guy is my subordinate. I'm sorry for the trouble. Please have fun as you like and don't worry about us."

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The guests looked at Loya and the more they looked, the more familiar he seemed.

"It's a navy captain with black hair!"

It wasn't until someone called out Loya's identity that the other guests snapped out of their daze; the black-haired guy's reputation had been quite widespread lately.

It is said that even "Iron Skin," who had a bounty of over 100 million, was defeated by Black Hair!

Second floor, private seating area.

Caesar sat on the sofa, surrounded by women on either side, quite drunk. Hearing the commotion in the hall, he curiously peeked out.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh, it seems a formidable opponent has arrived."

He had also heard of Loya's reputation. Recently, the research institute sent over a rhinoceros-man, who was considered a very good experimental subject. He was the one with the black hair.

"It's him!"

Monet's expression suddenly turned cold.

Navy Captain "Black Hair" Loya, it was he who severely damaged the family!

"They're coming up."

"Mr. Caesar, excuse me for a moment."

Monet got up and quickly left.

A moment later, with the help of the staff, Loya and several of his men went to a private room on the second floor and sat down comfortably to drink.

Loya picked up a glass of juice and handed it to the adjutant beside her. Noticing her frowning, he asked in confusion, "Lu Yun, don't you like it here?"

"No."

Lu Yun shook his head.

She came out specifically to have fun, and she wouldn't do anything to spoil the fun; what made her unhappy was something else entirely.

The girl took the juice, biting the straw as she explained unhappily, "I just saw a really annoying guy!"

"Super annoying?"

Loya became interested. This was the first time he had ever seen Lu Yun so unhappy. Even when he was a marine in the G-5 branch, Lu Yun had never shown such emotions.

"Where is it? Show me."

"Just across the way."