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

The soldiers erupted in even louder cheers, many of them flushed with excitement.

Thirteen billion!

This is a number they never dared to even imagine before!

"Before, people called you trash, called you scoundrels, and sent you to your deaths in this godforsaken place!"

Kane kicked a gold brick, which rolled away with a dull thud.

"But I think you guys are all fucking geniuses!"

"According to our agreed-upon rules!" Kane waved his hand. "I'll take seven, you two, and the common accounts one!"

"Your share, which is 260 million Berries! Now, distribute it on the spot!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

The cheers nearly lifted the roof off the entire base.

Soon, each soldier received over 700,000 Berries. Holding the thick wad of banknotes, their hands trembled, and some even cried with excitement.

"Sir... Waaaaah..."

"Long live Commander Kane!"

An old soldier with a face full of scars, carrying a wine bowl, staggered up to Kane and knelt down with a thud.

“Boss Kane! I’ve served under three base commanders before! They all just called us trash and treated us like animals! Only you! Only you treat us like human beings! Like brothers!”

"From this day forward, my wretched life belongs to you! Even if you make me bite Whitebeard's balls, I won't even flinch!"

"Yes! We'll all listen to the boss!"

"Anyone who dares to disrespect the boss, I'll be the first to twist their head off!"

"I'm willing to die for Major General Kane!!"

The soldiers' emotions were completely ignited; they were all filled with fervor, and their eyes were filled with unwavering loyalty as they looked at Kane.

On a high platform not far away.

Borsalino, watching the chaotic scene of demons dancing below, grinned lewdly: "Oh dear... now, G-5 is going to be quite a place~"

“Compared to this…” Kuzan looked at the check he had just received, unusually energetic, “How should I spend this money? Should I add a solid gold bell to my ‘Polar Walker’? And a top-of-the-line sound system?”

Only Sakazuki.

The future admiral was staring at the enormous check in his hand, his brow furrowed.

"What, you think it's not enough?"

Kane walked over unnoticed, reeking of alcohol, and placed his hand on Sakazuki's stiff shoulder.

Sakazuki gritted his teeth, his voice low and menacing, "We are the Navy, not pirates."

"So?" Kane chuckled and asked in return.

"Are we supposed to take our meager salaries and fight those billionaire, ruthless pirates? And then let our fallen brothers not even be able to afford a decent tombstone?"

Kane's tone suddenly turned sharp.

"Sakazuki, don't be naive."

"True justice requires money to uphold. Stronger warships, better weapons, and more generous treatment are needed to enable soldiers to carry out 'justice' without any worries."

"You can't even feed your own people, how can you talk about purifying the world? As long as our hearts are red, what does it matter if the money in our hands is black?"

Those last words struck Sakazuki hard in the heart.

His pupils contracted sharply.

Kane shoved the check into Sakassky's suit pocket.

"Take it, don't turn down money."

Sakazuki's body stiffened, but eventually, his clenched fist slowly loosened, and he did not take out the check again.

[Ding! Detected that the host has used money as a bond to completely corrupt all officers and soldiers of the G-5 branch, turning them into a profit-driven private army!]

[Ding! Detected that the host has successfully corrupted the "absolute justice" values ​​of future Fleet Admiral Sakazuki, causing him to accept the depraved ideology of "using darkness to nurture light"!]

[Disciplinary Value +50,000!]

[Current disciplinary violation balance: 431,300!]

"Cool!"

Kane roared inwardly.

He turned around, raised his glass again, and shouted to all the fanatical soldiers below: "To our justice!"

"Honor justice!" everyone roared in unison, as if they were doing the most glorious thing in the world.

……

After the revelry, Kane returned to his office.

Looking at the long string of numbers on the system panel, the corners of his mouth curled up even higher.

His recent rampant violations have brought his total violation value to over 400,000!

"System, raise my [Physique] to 90!"

Previously, his physique was 85 points, comparable to Kaido in his youth. But 90 points is the true "monster" level.

[Ding! The host's current physique is 85 points. To increase it to 90 points, 80,000 disciplinary points will be required.]

[Confirm?]

"confirm!"

boom--!

Even though Kane was prepared, this enhancement still made him groan and fall to his knees.

He could clearly feel that every bone in his body was becoming denser, every muscle fiber was being infused with explosive energy, and even the beat of his heart was becoming as heavy and powerful as a war drum.

Life is undergoing a leap to a higher level!

Ten minutes later.

"Huh...ha..."

Kane was panting heavily, his whole body soaked in sweat.

But he could feel that his body had undergone tremendous changes.

The muscle lines are smoother, and beneath the skin, there is a subtle, indestructible texture.

He could clearly sense the vast physical strength and vitality within his body, like a boundless ocean.

"90 points in physique..."

Kane grinned.

He now had absolute confidence that even if he stood still and took a direct hit from Kaido's "Thunder Bagua," the worst that would happen was that he'd spit out some blood. He could definitely stand up on the spot and retort, "That's it? Didn't you eat?"

He planned to save the remaining 300,000-plus disciplinary points.

Once I've collected 600,000, I'll immediately exchange it for the coveted [Advanced Conqueror's Haki]!

Just as Kane was savoring the thrill of his sudden surge in power...

"Reporting, boss!"

The lookout post's emergency communications rang urgently via a Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scooter).

"An unidentified vessel has been spotted in the waters ahead, heading straight towards our checkpoint!"

Chapter 71 The Solitary Red? Thirty Billion, Not a Single Cent Less!

Kane raised an eyebrow, walked to the window, picked up the binoculars, and focused on the distant sea.

Under the bright moonlight, a lone boat, without any flags, wandered into the "tax zone" designated by the G-5 branch like a ghost.

"Hmm? Didn't you see what kind of ship it was?" Kane's voice came through the Den Den Mushi, carrying a hint of ordinary doubt.

"Reporting, sir! It's too small, and there are no distinguishing features on it. It looks like... like a private boat." The lookout's voice was filled with confusion.

The G-5 patrol ship quickly spotted the uninvited guest, and a warship turned around and approached the target.

At the bow of the ship, several veteran soldiers from G-5, holding Den Den Mushi (snail phone), were loudly chanting Kane's newly composed "Tollbooth Manifesto."

"Listen up, ships ahead! This is the Justice Maintenance Tax Collection Office of the Navy G-5 Branch! Please stop immediately, cooperate with the inspection, and pay the tax!"

"To reiterate! Those who refuse to pay will be subject to physical exorcism!"

The marines shouted deafeningly, displaying the arrogant demeanor of gangsters collecting protection money.

On the small boat, a man dressed in a gorgeous burgundy outfit, leaning on an elegant red umbrella, slowly walked out of the cabin.

He stood quietly at the bow of the ship, his face pale, his smooth silver hair cascading over his shoulders.

His expression showed some weariness from the journey, but it could not conceal the majesty that was ingrained in his very being.

The man slowly raised his head.

A pair of scarlet eyes gleamed with a captivating light in the deep night.

The shouting from the loudspeaker was instantly stuck in the throat of the G-5 marine.

"This...this person is..."

"That monster... how could he be here!?"

"Red...Count Red!!!"

The sailor who was swaggering just a moment ago was now trembling like a leaf, and his Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scoop) slammed onto the deck with a "thud".

The lookout's stammering report came through the Den Den Mushi: "Boss! It's...it's the Red Earl! Barrolick Redfield!!"

Kane snapped the binoculars back into place with a click and tossed them back onto the table. Deep within his pupils, two bloodthirsty flames ignited.

Baron Ryderfield.

That aloof monster who was on par with Roger, Whitebeard, and Shiki, yet refused to become "King".