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

"Yes... Master."

Chapter 85 Since you're a secretary, you should act like one!

Stussy silently got up and walked into the break room behind the office like a puppet.

Kane, meanwhile, leaned back comfortably on the priceless leather sofa, casually picking up a half-finished document from the table. It was a list of arms smuggling activities in the underworld, the numbers on it shocking.

"Tsk, these shady characters are really lucrative." Kane scoffed.

A few minutes later, the door to the break room opened.

When Stussy reappeared, Kane raised an eyebrow, his admiration undisguised.

The sexy silk nightgown she was wearing was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, she wore a well-tailored black women's suit skirt.

The tight fabric perfectly hugged her breathtakingly mature curves, and the top two buttons of her white V-neck shirt were undone, revealing just the right amount of her snow-white neck and delicate collarbone.

To cover up the traces of her earlier crying, she even put on a pair of frameless glasses, adding a touch of ascetic intellectual beauty.

This woman is very sensible.

She knew that Kane didn't need a stunner who could only please men in bed, but rather a shrewd secretary who could manage his billions in assets.

Stussy walked to the messy wine cabinet and gracefully picked out the only top-quality red wine that had survived the wreckage from the pile of shards.

She picked up a crystal glass, carefully wiped it clean with her handkerchief, and then walked up to Kane.

She didn't bend over, but instinctively tried to pour the wine at eye level.

"and many more."

Kane's languid voice rang out, yet it carried an undeniable authority.

Stussy froze.

A hint of humiliation flashed in her beautiful eyes behind the glasses, but it was quickly suppressed by reason.

"Since you're a secretary, you should act like one."

Kane pointed to the wool carpet on the floor, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Kneel down."

"Til your head back and pour it down."

Stussy's knuckles, gripping the bottle, turned white instantly.

As the queen of the underworld and an elite member of CP0, she had never been treated like this before.

But when she met Kane's deep eyes, which held no desire but only a pure thirst for control, she understood one thing.

This is not humiliation; it is a test of obedience.

If even this step cannot be accomplished, all the cooperation discussed before, and even her life, will be null and void.

Three seconds of deathly silence.

Stussy gritted his teeth and slowly, inch by inch, bent his noble knees.

The carpet was soft, but this moment felt like kneeling on a knife's edge, piercing through all her self-esteem.

"Yes... Lord Kane."

She tilted her head back, revealing her delicate throat, and steadily raised the wine bottle with both hands. The crimson wine, like blood, poured into the glass, exactly one-third full.

[Ding! Detected that the host has completely privatized a CP0 senior agent!]

[Discipline Points Earned: 20,000!]

"very good."

Kane listened to the system notification with satisfaction, picked up his glass, but didn't drink.

He reached out his other hand, his rough fingertips gently caressing Stussy's delicate face, feeling the smoothness and trembling of the skin beneath his palm.

"I like obedient tools, understand?"

Stussy closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and whispered in response, "Understood."

"Alright, stop with that bitter and resentful look."

Kane took a sip of his drink, instantly switching back to work mode. "Let's get down to business. The situation in the New World, especially Roger."

When intelligence was mentioned, Stussy's expression finally regained some of its competence.

She remained kneeling on the ground, her voice steady and clear:

"Gol D. Roger encountered the Whitebeard Pirates on an island a week ago. A fierce battle broke out between the two sides, lasting for three days and three nights."

Kane raised an eyebrow: "And then?"

"It was a draw. But after the battle, something unbelievable happened."

Stussy's voice carried a hint of bewilderment, "Roger bowed his head and pleaded with Whitebeard, and in the end, he successfully borrowed the Second Division Commander—Kozuki Oden—from Whitebeard."

"You mean, that samurai from Wano Country boarded Roger's ship?"

The playfulness in Kane's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a sharp glint.

“Yes,” Stussy said with certainty. “Information confirms that Kozuki Oden has boarded the ‘Auro Jackson’.”

"Heh... he borrowed a key."

Kane chuckled softly and downed his drink in one gulp.

Stussy asked, puzzled: "The key?"

"That's why I'm your superior, and you can only be an information broker."

Kane didn't explain the Poneglyphs, but instead gave her a meaningful look. "Roger obtaining Oden means he's completed the final piece of the puzzle to the 'Final Island.' The countdown to the birth of the Pirate King has begun."

Stussy's pupils constricted slightly.

Although she had a vague idea of ​​Roger's purpose, she did not expect Kane to be so certain.

"Do we need to report this...?"

"Report what? Report it to those pig-headed Celestial Dragons?"

Kane chuckled, interrupting her, "By the time they realize what's happening, it'll be too late. Let's keep this to ourselves and use this time to do something else."

Roger's ascension to the throne was a foregone conclusion; it was a celebration for the pirates.

What Kane needs to do is build himself the strongest dam before this revelry destroys the world order.

“Continue. Besides Roger, who else is there?”

Stussy quickly adjusted his approach and continued his report:

"BIG MOM Charlotte Linlin is frantically expanding 'Tales of Treasures'. She's recently become obsessed with giants, seemingly searching for technology that can enlarge humans. In addition, she's scouring the world for rare races and forcing marriages between them."

"Kaido of the Beasts still occupies Wano Country. It's worth noting..."

Stussy paused, then lowered his voice, "Kaido has recently been acquiring large quantities of a special weapon material called 'gas' through underground channels. The sellers seem to be connected to a scientific unit within the World Government."

Kane narrowed his eyes.

A science corps? Vegapunk, or... Caesar Clown?

Punk Hazard itself is a future testing ground for poison gas, so it seems there's still a lot of money to be made from it.

The intelligence briefing lasted for a full hour.

Stussy demonstrated her professional competence as a "queen," meticulously organizing the distribution of power, the flow of funds, and even the private lives and quirks of certain important figures in the New World.

That 70 billion was well spent! No, it was well seized!

By the time the report ended, it was already late at night.

The atmosphere in the room became ambiguous once again.

Kane put down his empty wine glass and looked at Stusi, who was still kneeling beside him, looking slightly tired but still trying to hold on.

He stood up, stretched, and his bones cracked all over.

"I'm tired."

Kane didn't head towards the door, but went straight to the large, luxurious bed behind the office.

As he walked, he unbuttoned his Justice Coat and tossed it to the ground.

He walked to the bedside, turned around, and looked at Stusi, who was still kneeling in the same spot, with a playful look in his eyes.

"As a personal secretary, do I need my master to tell me what to do?"

Stussy bit her lower lip, but finally stood up slowly and walked towards the domineering man.

This time, it's not just about survival.

After witnessing Kane's terrifyingly all-seeing gaze and his arrogance that completely disregarded the World Government, the seed of "ambition" in her heart began to quietly sprout.

Following a man like this, perhaps... it really can break free from fate?

"Yes, Master."

If daytime is a battle of wits, then nighttime is a physical crushing.

That night, the queen of Pleasure Street finally understood one thing—this man was a true monster.

……

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the broken French windows.

Kane looked refreshed and dressed neatly, his Justice Coat draped over his shoulders again, the word "Justice" on the back appearing particularly ironic in the morning light.

On the bed, Stusi huddled under the covers, her exposed shoulders covered in purplish-blue marks. She looked completely exhausted and didn't want to move a single finger.

But upon hearing Kane's departing footsteps, she forced herself to sit up, the blanket slipping off to reveal a patch of snow-white skin.

"You...you're leaving already?"

Her voice was hoarse, carrying a complex sense of dependence.