Pirate King: I'm determined to be the King of Sons-in-Law!

Chapter 200 Snow Maiden: I'm sorry, Young Master

Upper level of the King of Gold, in a luxurious king-class suite.

Loya stood on the balcony, looking down at the bustling golden city below, where countless sins were hidden beneath the dazzling lights and clamor.

And these crimes are permitted!

"Smlie!"

Loya's eyes were filled with gloom.

When he was weak, those big shots wouldn't even give him a second glance. Now, as his strength has grown, even Tesoro has to treat him as an honored guest.

But it also means the time has come to choose sides.

Today's dinner is undoubtedly an invitation to take sides; if you accept, you'll be on the same side in the future.

To achieve his goal, the Navy alone is not enough. Not to mention that the Navy's own strength is limited, those who benefit from being tied to the Celestial Dragons are unlikely to listen to him.

justice?

How much is it worth?

It wasn't that he underestimated the Navy's sense of justice, but rather that it was the truth: even a Navy admiral had to go against his conscience to do things for the Celestial Dragons.

To survive within the system, one has no choice but to compromise.

The only exception is Garp, but even Garp cannot break the system and can only play his own game of catching pirates, out of sight, out of mind.

Such righteous officers as Smoker are extremely rare in the Navy. Before following him, Smoker had faced the problem of being ostracized by his colleagues.

It can only be said that the higher one's position, the easier it is to be assimilated by the system and become an accomplice to the evil system.

Therefore, he needs political allies like Tesoro, and he also needs external support like the Beasts Pirates. His efforts to make Ace a Shichibukai were precisely to increase his allies.

When you rise up in rebellion, you should at least have a decent army behind you.

Loya knew very well that pure idealism wouldn't work; to defeat the evil party, he had to become an even more evil party than them!

Not long after, Baccarat escorted Monet to his room.

"Lieutenant General with black hair, the man has been brought."

"Um."

Loya turned around and looked at Monet.

"Uncuff her hands."

"Huh?"

Bakara paused for a moment, then whispered a reminder: "Black-haired Lieutenant General, Monet is a Logia-type Devil Fruit user. It took a lot of effort to capture her. Once she's free, she could easily escape!"

"It's okay, untie it."

Loya waved his hand dismissively.

"Yes."

Baccarat said no more, and after removing Monet's sea stone, she respectfully left the room.

Monet clenched her fists. Without the restraint of the seastone, her body gradually regained its strength, and her abilities began to respond to her call.

She raised her head, her eyes filled with hatred as she looked at Loya, a sharp ice blade slowly forming in her palm.

As a user of the Snow-Snow Fruit, she cannot freeze things quickly, but she can still slowly create ice.

Loya's gaze shifted slightly downwards, looking at the ice blade in Monet's hand and the woman's slightly trembling body, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Despite being terrified, she still wanted to take revenge on him.

"I'll give you a chance to get revenge."

Loya stood motionless and said calmly, "I'll stand right here, neither running away nor hiding. If you can hurt me, I'll give you your freedom. Of course, you can also take this opportunity to kill me and avenge your young master."

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Beneath his disheveled hair, Monet's eyes widened slightly.

She knew perfectly well that she had no chance of winning against the black-haired man; he could kill her easily.

But if the black-haired girl doesn't dodge or evade, she might have a chance to kill her!

Monet slowly stood up, gripping the ice blades in both hands, his gaze fixed on the black-haired man's heart. If he could plunge the ice blades into the heart, even the black-haired man would surely die.

That should be correct!

But, but!

Why can't I move my body?

Get moving!

Monet trembled as he lifted his foot and took a half-step back, the ice blade in his hand falling to the ground and shattering into ice shards.

Looking at the broken ice on the ground, Monet's eyes lost their color, his strength quickly vanished, and he slumped to the ground.

She backed down.

Even if Black Hair doesn't dodge or evade, it's an indisputable fact that one cannot kill Black Hair with their own strength.

"Aren't you going to seek revenge?"

Loya approached Monet, bent down, reached out and hooked Monet's chin, looking directly into the woman's eyes.

"If you're not planning on revenge, then go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. You disguised yourself as a singer back in Hawaii, so you should know how to please a man, right?"

"I"

Monet bit his lip.

Back in Hawaii, the black-haired man humiliated her in the same way, but that time it was in a nightclub in the entertainment district, and there was limited physical contact.

And this time...

How could she take refuge with her enemy!

"Monet."

Monet stared blankly at his naked reflection in the mirror. His body had been washed clean by warm water, and his skin was as white as snow.

Like a snow woman.

In a daze, she finished taking a shower.

The trembling body gradually calmed down as the warm water rinsed it.

The fear vanished.

"Monet."

Monet wrapped himself in a towel and murmured to himself in front of the mirror again.

The mirror gradually reflected the turmoil of the past few months. Having lost her family, she had been hiding alone, spending her days and nights in loneliness and fear.

It wasn't until Tesoro betrayed her that she realized how ridiculous her revenge was and how cheap she was.

The weak have no right to choose.

Her slender hand rested on the bathroom door.

Once she opens this door, her life will be completely changed.

"Squeak~~"

The door opened.

Loya stood by the window, turned around at the sound, and looked at the snow woman wrapped in a thin white bath towel, her hair still a little wet, a hint of amazement flashing in her eyes.

Perhaps due to her abilities, the woman's skin was as white as snow, and it became even whiter and more tender after a bath, creating a visually striking effect.

"Lord Black Hair".

Feeling Loya's gaze, Monet lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes. She trembled as she released her grip, letting the towel fall to her feet.

I'm sorry, young master.

Memories of family shattered in my mind at that moment.

She lacked the power to seek revenge.

"Splash!"

The hem of her clothes covered her body.

"Put your clothes on."

Loya walked onto the balcony.

He needed to confirm whether Monet would obey him. If Monet was still overestimating herself and wanted revenge, then he would have no choice but to kill her.

If this woman comes to terms with reality, he wouldn't mind keeping her around to handle some of the dirty work that he doesn't want to do.

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Three days later, the warships left Golden City.

Compared to before, there were a few more outsiders on the ship, and Caesar and Monet were also discreetly placed in the cabin.

Inside the lounge.

"Huh, who is she?"

Loya looked at the woman next to Yamato, somewhat puzzled.

The woman stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Black-haired lady, I am Speed, the True Fighter of the Beasts Pirates. I have come to serve you on the orders of Lord Kaido."

"To serve."

Loya was speechless.

Do you think he's stupid? He's more like a spy.

If it were before, he would have thrown the woman into the sea, but now that he's Kaido's son-in-law, he can't clear his name even if he falls into the river, so he doesn't care about a little dirty water.

It's good to have someone take care of Yamato.

"From now on, you are Yamato's direct subordinate and have absolutely no connection with the Beasts Pirates. Understand?"

"Understood, Lord Black Hair!"

Call me Lieutenant General!

"Yes, Lieutenant General Black Hair!"

(End of this chapter)