I have the Flame-Flame Fruit, I'm invincible!

Within days, the Sea Train was fully completed, and the entire Water Seven was abuzz with the claim that the fishman Tom could be spared death because of his contribution.

At this moment, Spandam, dressed in a suit and strutting with an air of arrogance, who clearly wasn't a good person, arrogantly approached Tom and demanded the Hades blueprints.

"Hahaha, the Hades blueprints, hurry up and bring them out," Spandam fully demonstrated what it means for a petty person to be triumphant.

"Otherwise, Tom, you know the price of angering me."

A predictable defeat, and he was so scared by Franky that he wet himself.

“Bastard, bastard!” Spandam roared in fury.

When has he ever suffered such a huge loss?

Moreover, how can he make progress without obtaining the blueprints for Hades?

How can we contribute to the world government and the world's nobility?

Looking at the brand-new sea train, Spandam had a brilliant idea.

It's not that Spandam is bragging, framing, slandering, plotting, or using underhanded tactics to harm people; Spandam is a professional at it.

"Hey hey hey."

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Chapter 59 I am irreconcilably opposed to evil

Spandam, who was pondering his schemes, couldn't help but burst into laughter at the thought of his triumphant idea.

He wanted that pervert dead.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Spandam suddenly spotted the figure blocking his way.

"Get lost." Spandam kicked him.

shoot.

Spandam covered his face, his teeth had fallen out, and his mind was blank for a moment.

After a few seconds, Spandam flew into a rage.

"Kill him."

Bump.

Spandam looked around and saw that two CP5 agents had already collapsed to the ground.

Look at the young people in front of you, and then look at yourself.

"Wait, I am the CP5 commander."

shoot.

"You dare to attack government officials."

shoot.

"You're finished, you're dead, you'll regret it."

shoot.

Pat.

"No, no, brother, please stop hitting me. Let's talk this out if there's a misunderstanding," Spandam pleaded hastily. His cheeks were swollen and his face was black and blue.

He had already made up his mind that when he got back, he would kill the other party's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Dick slowly drew his gun.

Spandam was so startled that he wet himself.

"Big brother, don't get agitated. Name your terms, just don't kill me."

Spandam raised his hands and bent his knees, quickly kneeling down with an extremely skillful movement.

His face wore a fawning expression, his buttocks were raised high, and his face was pressed directly against the ground.

Spandam, this is how he usually deals with the Celestial Dragons.

It's become second nature.

"What a good dog."

"Yes, yes, I am a dog, woof woof."

If I kill you, I will definitely tear you to pieces.

Spandam roared inwardly.

“Still a mangy dog,” Dick said slowly.

"Looked up."

Spandam lowered his gaze, cautiously raising his head, and immediately saw a pair of pale white flames.

"I am your master, I am your master..."

Spandam's eyes glazed over instantly, and he muttered to himself.

"Master, master, master..."

Afterwards, Dick hypnotized and controlled two CP5 agents.

Two days later, Spandam's father, the current commander of CP9, and Spandam himself, who also ranked high on the list of the most disgusting characters in the pirate world, rushed to Water 2.

I have no choice but to come.

My own son kept calling and urging me to hurry up.

Something big must have happened.

Could it be about the design blueprints for Hades?

Soon after, Spandam saw his son.

Contrary to expectations of anxiety and restlessness, they stood respectfully behind a young man.

So the question is, what kind of person would have their son, the CP5 commander, serve them with such care?

Spandam didn't know, but he knew he definitely couldn't afford to offend them.

Moreover, judging from his age, he must be a second-generation rich kid.

“My lord,” Spandam bowed, lowering his posture with unparalleled grace.

"Bold."

Spandam roared and took a step forward.

Take pictures.

Three slaps in a row.

Spandam froze, looking at his son who had just started the fight, then at Dick.

He immediately knelt down.

"I acknowledge my guilt."

Spandain prostrated himself in reverence.

Earth seat.

If one dogeza (a deep bowing gesture) isn't enough, then do it again, and weep bitterly.

Spandam quickly thought to himself.

The son's "hint".

Even bowing down doesn't express respect, you second-generation rich kid.

Could it be...

Spandam's heart skipped a beat, and a certain possibility inexplicably came to mind.

Legend has it that they are elite Celestial Dragons who do not usually wear hoods.

They were truly among the upper echelons of the world's nobility.

Suddenly, Spandain bent even lower and knelt even more perfectly.

At the same time, Spandam had only one thought in his mind.

That means, if it's true, he'll be rich. He absolutely has to latch onto that powerful figure.

Dick found it somewhat amusing.

The more I look at Pandayin and his son, the funnier they become.

Spandam, seeing Dick's happiness, was even more motivated, feeling as if he had received a great honor.

“Not enough,” Dick said calmly.