Pirate: I'm an admiral now, what's wrong with taking a little extra money?

Countless people gaped in astonishment.

They treat the four emperors who dominate the sea as laborers in a quarry and workers on an assembly line.

Not paying wages, and constantly cutting off food and supplies?

Upon hearing the figure of "ten thousand tons" while lying on the ice, Kaido's eyes bulged out.

That's ten times the quota from twenty years ago! This isn't labor reform; they're trying to squeeze him dry!

Charlotte Linlin had just climbed halfway out of the pit when she heard the words "give up sweets," her eyes rolled back, and she fainted again.

After dealing with these two top laborers, Kane put his cigar back in his mouth.

He turned around, leaving his back to Yamato and the 100,000-strong G-5 army.

With the crunching sound of his leather shoes breaking the ice, Kane walked slowly forward.

Fifty meters ahead were the remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates and the Red-Haired Pirates, who were on high alert.

Marco, covered in blood, stood in front of the wrecked Moby Dick. The blue flames flickered dimly in the wind.

Ben Beckman, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the veins on the back of his hand gripping his rifle bulging, stood silently behind him. The red-haired officers, having just recovered from the oppressive aura of a god, were filled with despair.

Shanks remains embedded in the ice wall a hundred meters away, his fate unknown.

Whitebeard's remains stood at the edge of the abyss.

Finally, Kane stopped ten meters away from them.

A gust of cold wind blew by, lifting the hem of Kane's white suit.

He took off his cigar and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

"The matter between Kaido and Big Mom has been resolved."

Kane's gaze swept over Marco, over Ben Beckman, and over the trembling remaining pirates.

"Now, it's your turn, you bunch of old-fashioned trash."

Marco bit his lip until it bled, and covered his arm, which he was holding in front of him, with Armament Haki.

Ben Beckman raised his rifle and pointed it at Kane.

They knew that resistance meant death, and so did not resistance.

Kane looked at their ridiculous wariness, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"I'm a person who values ​​efficiency in everything I do."

"You have ten seconds left."

Kane's voice was cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Either lay down your weapons, accept G-5's indefinite labor reform, and go to the mines to create surplus value for me."

"Either."

"I'll just wipe you all out here."

"ten."

Chapter 293 Marshal, who really calls the shots in the Navy?!

"Nine."

Kane's voice remained completely calm.

"Eight."

Every number that landed sent shivers down the spines of the remaining pirates.

Ben Beckman's hand, holding the spear, froze in mid-air.

He turned and glanced at Shanks, who had fainted deep inside the ice wall.

If Shanks doesn't receive immediate medical attention, he won't make it through the day.

The eyes of the people behind him, including Yasopp and Raki Lu, were bloodshot, but their bodies trembled uncontrollably under the pressure of a god-like being.

The power gap is too great.

Even mutual destruction has become a luxury.

"Four."

The countdown suddenly skipped the middle numbers.

Kane's voice remained calm, but a hint of impatience, as if plunging one into an icy abyss, surfaced in his eyes.

Clang.

A musket with exquisite carvings fell onto the ice.

Ben Beckman released his grip, bent his knees, and slammed them heavily onto the blood-stained ice.

He lowered his proud head and closed his eyes.

"The Red-Haired Pirates...accept your terms."

These words drained all the strength from this top-ranking royal deputy.

Raki Lu, panting heavily, knelt down.

Yasopp unloaded his sniper rifle and braced himself with his hands on the ground.

Hundreds of remnants of the Red-Haired Pirates laid down their weapons and knelt down in unison.

"three."

Kane turned his gaze to the other side.

Marco raised his head and looked at the towering figure that stood firm at the edge of the abyss.

To cover their retreat, the old man burned his last drop of blood.

If they go up there to their deaths now, Dad will have died for nothing.

“Joz, Vista.” Marco’s voice was extremely hoarse.

Several team leaders turned around and looked at him with bloodshot eyes.

"Put the knife down." Marco closed his eyes, the blue flames on his body completely dissipating. "We can't let the life that Father traded for be lost here."

Marco took two steps forward and then knelt down with a thud.

"The remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates, surrender."

“We…accept G-5’s labor reform arrangements.”

A silent shock spread across the battlefield.

The two top-tier Yonko pirate crews on this sea, terrifying scourges that had plagued the World Government for decades, had their dignity utterly shattered by one person in less than ten seconds!

Kane took off his cigar and slowly exhaled a thick puff of smoke.

His face was expressionless.

Deep down, the capitalists' calculations are already going off like a whirlwind.

'Cool!!!'

"They've snagged tens of thousands of hardworking, highly skilled, and dedicated laborers for free! No wages paid, and even accommodation arranged right there in the mines—this is fucking an easy win!"

On the surface, Kane remains the same cold and ruthless god.

He raised his hand and casually snapped his fingers.

"Kuzan".

Kuzan immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully, saying, "Yes, sir!"

"Put them all in sea stone handcuffs and pack them up for the ship," Kane ordered calmly. "Register them and kill anyone who dares to resist on the spot."

"Understood!" Kuzan felt a chill run down his spine and immediately turned to direct his men to begin taking custody of this most valuable labor force on the high seas.

Just as 100,000 G-5 marines excitedly rushed toward the two royal regiments to begin handcuffing them.

On the ruins of the execution platform stood a dozen figures draped in the coats of justice.

The current Fleet Admiral Zephyr has a clear view of everything happening below.

He looked at his once proud student, and at the man who, with just a few words and a show of force, ended the Marineford War without bloodshed.

Zefa's aged heart pounded violently.

He felt an unparalleled sense of pride. This was the student he had taught! The most perfect monster in the entire history of the navy!

However, Zephyr's gaze fell on Sakazuki, Kuzan, and Borsalino.

These three admirals, representing the highest combat power in the navy, stood behind Kane at this moment, more docile than the most loyal house dogs.

Their words, "Welcome back, Marshal," still echoed in Zefa's ears.

Zefa frowned.

Kane's actions at G-5, his dictatorial style of forcibly recruiting pirates and completely disregarding the laws of the World Government, have crossed the line of "justice".

Moreover, who ultimately decides the position of Fleet Admiral?

A hint of anger rose in Zefa's heart.

But just seconds later, that anger turned into a long sigh.

How did he become a marshal? Back then, the three generals, in order to protect the G-5 legacy left by Kane, refused to go to Mary Geoise for reassignment and instead joined forces to push this old man into the position of marshal.

Zefa knew very well that he was just a transitional figure used to stabilize the overall situation.

For the past twenty years, the three generals have outwardly obeyed but inwardly defied him, and G-5 has become a state within a state, with all resources and troops being secretly transferred to Punk Hazard.

Now that the real boss is back, this bunch of mad dogs who have been holding back for twenty years have finally found their king.

The transfer of power is a matter of course.

Zefa felt relieved.

He even considered taking off his heavy marshal's coat and throwing it directly to Kane.