One Piece: The story was spoiled for Im Saint right from the start.

When the cost is divided among the family and then passed down to the individual, it becomes even less.

As for ordinary Celestial Dragons like him, who are lazy, extravagant, and have no potential for development, the resources they can get are even fewer.

Five billion peles, heavenly gold.

It's not that he, Rozwade, can't produce it, it's just that it will be very difficult for him to produce it.

"Are you going to buy or not? If not, get out of my way. Once I take these slaves, they'll be mine!"

Seeing that Roswald Charles Saint looked troubled, Don Quixote, the Muse Garuda, rolled his eyes and deliberately provoked him.

"purchase!"

"A mere five billion Berries of heavenly gold!"

Roswald—Charlos Saint wiped away the snot that had reappeared from his nose, gritted his teeth, and glared fiercely at Kalifa and the others.

He must get the slaves he wants.

Moreover, these lowly and despicable slaves dared to disobey his orders in public.

Once we catch them, we must make them suffer a fate worse than death.

Don Quixote, the Muse Garuda, upon seeing Roswald, the Charlos Saint, had lost his mind and was truly willing to spend fifty billion Berries of heavenly gold to buy his subordinates and slaves.

He smiled slyly, waved his hand, and his personal CP0 pulled out paper and pen from somewhere, quickly writing down the loan slip.

"Charles, sign this!"

"Humph!"

Rozwader—Charles Saint—did not hesitate and signed his name in a crooked manner.

"Now your men and slaves are mine. Seize them."

"It's yours!"

"Grab them for me!"

Rozwader – Charles Saint was extremely arrogant.

At a single command, he was originally a servant and slave of Don Quixote, the Muse Garuda.

Without hesitation, they numbly pounced on Kalifa and the others.

These people are already living corpses.

They've been sold countless times and only know how to obey orders!

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Just then.

A series of heavy footsteps approached from afar, and Sumer arrived quickly, led by armored guards.

"Holy Lord Sumer!"

The onlookers on the periphery quickly made way for Van Kfried as he charged ahead.

At the same time, they were speculating about Sumer's identity.

It wasn't until Kalifa and the others knelt on one knee that the audience reacted and instinctively followed suit.

Just like before, when they knelt before Don Quixote, the Muse Garuda Saint.

"stand up!"

Sumer sat on Van Kfried's lap, his sharp eyes filled with danger as he looked at Rozwald—Charles Saint—who was snotty-nosed and looked like a mentally challenged man.

However, the memory of Don Quixote, the Muse Garuda, with his green hair, is not so vivid.

"Kaku, Gabra, get rid of all these things in the way, and then pin this slug and the green turtle to the ground."

After a cold, sweeping inspection, Sumer issued the order directly.

The new official took office three fires.

It's time for his name to resound throughout Mary Geoise.

Blame Roswald, Charles Saint, and that green-haired turtle Celestial Dragon for their bad luck in daring to cause him trouble.

This is also a good opportunity to test his true power and status.

He was subservient when facing Narona Im Saint.

But when facing other Celestial Dragons, especially useless ones like Roswald or Charlos Saint, he will definitely be domineering and arrogant.

Otherwise, why would he lick Narona Imsaur so hard?

"Yes!!!"

Kaku and his companions would absolutely obey Sumer's orders, even though Sumer was also a Celestial Dragon.

Bang bang bang!

Kaku and his men rushed forward one after another, wielding their knives with ease, like harvesting wheat, defeating the henchmen and slaves that Saint Rozwald—Charlos Saint—had purchased from Saint Don Quixote—Musegard Saint.

"Damn it, die!"

Suddenly.

Rozvard-Charles Saint pointed his gun at Sumer and fired immediately.

He didn't care at all whether Sumer was a Celestial Dragon or not.

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The bullet was fired from the gun and headed straight for Sumer's forehead.

In that split second, Sumer tilted his head, and the bullet grazed his face, striking a street lamp behind him with a loud thud.

A strand of hair fell, and Sumer's face darkened completely.

He harbored murderous intent.

I wasn't originally planning to kill Roswald—Charles Saint—but now...

He is not the kind of saint who repays evil with good.

However, he was satisfied with his reaction speed; he had already absorbed all the boosts brought by the Deep Sea Contract.

In addition, with continued diligent practice, the effects are quite noticeable.

Moreover, eating deep-sea sea monsters and various rare medicinal herbs that nourish the body can really improve one's physical condition.

He can now easily dodge bullets.

If it had happened shortly after he transmigrated, that shot might have sent him to meet his maker!

"Holy Lord Sumer!"

Seeing Sumer being attacked, Kalifa and the others turned pale and their hearts sank.

Only after confirming that Sumer was alright did they breathe a sigh of relief.

They immediately and roughly pinned Roswald (Saint Charles) and Don Quixote (Saint Muse Garuda) to the ground.

"Let me go!"

"I am a descendant of God."

"Ah~"

"Saint Charlos, Saint Musegard!"

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Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with horror and disbelief.

Especially after Roswald (Saint Charles) and Don Quixote (Saint Muse Garuda) were actually pinned to the ground.

For a moment, you could hear a pin drop.

"Let's play a game!"

Sumer jumped off Van Kefried's back expressionlessly, and the latter transformed into an elephant sword which he tucked into his left waist.

Then Sumer drew the golden revolver from his right waist.

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Sumer opened the chamber and took out five golden bullets. He then turned the remaining five golden bullets into a cylinder.

The wheel immediately emitted a very crisp and loud metallic sound.

He stood before Saint Rozwald-Charles, looking down at him with a chilling, sinister smile.

"Five bullets, corresponding to your limbs and head. Whether you're crippled or dead depends on your luck!"

“I am a Celestial Dragon. Even if you are also a Celestial Dragon, you have no right to lay a hand on me.”

Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, Rozwald panicked; it seemed the other party wasn't joking.

But he had never heard of a Celestial Dragon named Saint Gergiman (or Saint Sumer).

I've never even heard of the surname Saint Germain.