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

He walked up to the three of them, and his domineering aura surged up once more, making their breathing heavy.

"But I'm giving you a choice."

“Starting tomorrow, this island will be your hellish training ground.”

"Since your Devil Fruit power has reached its limit, then train your physical skills and Haki! Train until you die!"

"See those three mountains?" Kane pointed into the distance.

"You only have one goal." He held up a finger, his eyes burning with fervor, "Without using Devil Fruit abilities, just use Haki and physical skills to flatten those three mountains!"

"Either you squeeze out every last bit of your potential on this island, become real monsters, and keep up with me."

He paused, looked around at the three of them, and said, word by word:

"Either you go back to headquarters as soon as possible and become one of your comfortable officer positions."

"You can decide for yourselves how to choose."

After saying that, Kane turned and left.

The three remained, their expressions shifting, their hearts churning with turmoil.

for a long time.

"Ha..." Kuzan exhaled a long breath of white air, and the flames rekindled in his usually sleepy eyes.

"I was really... completely underestimated."

"Hmm~ What a terrifying man~" Borsalino's lips curled into a new grin, but this time with a hint of danger. "Looks like if I don't show some real skill, I'll really be treated like trash~"

Only Sakazuki remained silent.

He silently walked toward the highest peak deep within the island, his eyes filled with an unprecedented resolve.

Seeing this, Kane, who had turned to leave, could no longer suppress the smile on his face.

If we were to hire an engineering team to blast these three mountains flat, it would cost at least 500 million yuan in blasting and labor costs.

Now it's great, it's free.

Moreover, their efficiency is definitely higher than that of construction teams.

He found a shady spot to lie down, casually pulled out a glass of juice, and leisurely looked in the direction of the three people.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three figures charged toward the three mountains like mad dogs.

Listening to the distant roar, Kane took a satisfying sip of his juice.

[Ding! Detected that the host is maliciously exploiting a future naval admiral as free labor!]

[Judgment: Even capitalists would weep at this! Utterly unscrupulous!]

[Discipline Points Earned: 10,000!]

Chapter 82: No Feelings, Only Money - Kane Checks Accounts Online

Explosions echoed throughout the construction site.

The three future top naval combatants are now transforming into the most efficient free laborers, frantically channeling their energy into the three mountains.

The construction of Punk Hazard has entered an unprecedented period of rapid development.

The foundation has been laid, the outline of the hundred-meter-high alloy wall is beginning to take shape, and the huge underground space has been hollowed out. The entire island is like an awakened steel behemoth, undergoing visible changes every day.

But Kane knew that wasn't enough.

Earl Red is a top-notch debt collector, capable of solving immediate problems, but not of providing a stable cash flow.

The new world is too big, and there are too many powerful people. His efficiency is ultimately limited.

More importantly, such a commotion would easily attract the attention of headquarters. A legendary pirate suddenly starting to "visit" big shots in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, specifically targeting the wealthy, is obviously suspicious.

They've been fleecing the Marshal too much; the old man is almost turning into Ge You (a famous Chinese comedian known for his lewd behavior). If they keep fleecing him, they'll alert the Five Elders.

We must find a stable, efficient, and sufficiently discreet long-term source of income.

A heart that continuously supplies blood to his war fortress.

Stealing gold from the sky?

Kane immediately rejected the idea.

It's not that I'm afraid of the Celestial Dragons, but rather that such behavior is pointless. If he steals, the World Government will only pass the buck to the member states, and the kings will exploit the common people even more.

Although he was greedy, he wasn't greedy enough to take away ordinary people's livelihoods.

His gaze pierced through the nautical chart and finally landed on the vast network that spanned the world, thriving in the shadows and controlling endless wealth and intelligence.

The underground world of the new world.

Kane took out an exquisitely crafted token from his pocket. In the center of the token was engraved the symbol of the World Government, and around the edge was a circle of patterns representing the highest authority.

The Five Elders appointed him as their direct intelligence agent, bestowing upon him a special "CP0 transfer order."

This thing is far more useful than 10 billion pegories.

……

New World, City That Never Sleeps, Entertainment Street.

As night falls, this city built on desire is just beginning to awaken.

Neon lights flash, a scene of extravagance and debauchery.

As the most bustling den of extravagance in the underworld, this place is a melting pot of all sorts of people from the sea. Pirates, mafia members, and even disguised royalty all squander their excess hormones and money here.

In the heart of the city, the top floor of the tallest tower is the city's heart.

That was the private domain of Stussy, the Queen of Pleasure Street.

Inside the office, the luxurious crystal chandelier casts a soft glow, and the air is filled with the rich aroma of fine red wine mixed with the scent of women.

Stussy leaned back lazily on the burgundy velvet sofa, swirling the liquid in his glass.

Golden curls cascaded down her fair collarbone, her long legs were crossed, and glimpses of her figure were visible through the slit of her robe.

She appeared to be tasting wine, but in reality, she was reviewing intelligence about the latest developments in the New World.

"G-5 branch rebuilt... the mysterious Rear Admiral Kane..."

Stussy looked at the intelligence in her hand, a playful smile curving her red lips.

"That young man who defeated the Golden Lion? He even managed to repel the Red Earl... What an interesting man."

The voice just fell.

"Since you find it interesting, why not learn about it for yourself?"

A slightly mocking male voice suddenly rang out in the room.

Stussy's fingers, holding the wine glass, paused slightly, but she didn't scream or panic like an ordinary woman. As a top CP0 agent, her mental fortitude far surpassed that of ordinary people.

She slowly raised her head and looked at the floor-to-ceiling window in the office that had been pushed open at some point.

A night breeze blew in, causing the curtains to flutter.

A tall figure draped in a coat of justice stood there against the moonlight.

That's Kane.

He showed no awareness whatsoever of being an uninvited guest, striding into the room, his leather boots leaving several conspicuous mud marks on the expensive handmade carpet.

"General Kane...?"

Stussy put down his glass, a fleeting look of surprise on his face, replaced by his signature, alluring, business-like fake smile.

She stood up, her silk nightgown slipping down with her movement, outlining her stunning curves.

"Oh my, what a rare guest."

Stussy moved gracefully, leaving a fragrant breeze behind, and took the initiative to greet him.

"What wind has blown this famous naval hero to my little town?"

"What? You're not welcome?"

Kane swaggered in, his gaze direct and unabashedly appreciating the beautiful scenery before him.

"Where is it."

Stussy walked up to Kane, his breath sweet as orchids.

"The presence of this naval hero truly honors this humble abode. Is there anything special you require, sir? I have many adorable sisters here; whatever you desire, I can satisfy you!"

As she spoke, her slender fingers, with a hint of provocation, gently traced Kane's neck.

This is her weapon.

On this vast sea, few men can resist the charm of the Queen of Pleasure Street.

however.

Kane glanced down at her, his eyes as clear as a saint's—if you ignored the fact that his eyes were brazenly appraising her figure.

He took out a cigar and lit it himself.

He inhaled the thick smoke into his lungs, then turned his head and exhaled it all onto his exquisitely handsome face.

"Cough cough..." Stussy was caught off guard and choked, taking a half step back. The smile on his face froze for a moment.

"Don't keep calling me 'little sister,' it makes us sound too distant."

Kane peered through the smoke at the slightly disheveled pretty face, grinned, and revealed a set of gleaming white teeth.

"I think you're great, you take good care of yourself, and you don't look your age at all."

His gaze swept over her without restraint, finally settling on her captivating eyes.

"How about... you satisfy me yourself?"

Stussy's smile froze completely.

She took a step back, creating a safe distance, her eyes carrying a cold warning.