Pirates: It's not a mythical beast, it's a phantom god

After all, there is really no need for a general to take action against those small fish and shrimps in the Four Seas and the first half of the Grand Line. A lieutenant general from the headquarters is more than enough.

The only ones who really need to deploy admiral-level combat forces are the lawless sea overlords of the New World and the even more lawless group of Celestial Dragons.

This is why Marinford needs two admiral-level fighters to be in charge at all times. In the eyes of the World Government, the safety of the Celestial Dragons and the Holy Land is much more important than the chaos caused by pirates.

"Caspar, you haven't left yet?"

In a luxuriously and elegantly decorated reception room, a middle-aged man who was well-dressed and looked somewhat old wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses spoke in surprise.

"Uncle Willy, I..."

"Okay, I know everything."

"Regarding the cooperation you mentioned, I need time to carefully consider it. Please go back and wait for my news."

"Okay?"

There was not a single flaw in the man's words, as if he were a kind elder who was seriously considering the advice of his juniors.

But after visiting several families in succession and hearing the same words countless times, Caspar already understood that this was just a euphemism for rejection.

"Okay, sorry to bother you, Uncle Willy."

After forcing himself to sit up for several hours, his legs were already numb and sore. After saying goodbye politely, Caspar moved towards the door step by step.

Looking at the figure that looked like a lost dog, after the other party completely disappeared from his sight, the man named Willy laughed in his heart and immediately instructed the butler beside him:

"Next time this guy comes, just tell him I'm not here. If he refuses to leave, put something in his tea. Got it?"

"understood."

The young butler, with a neat beard and a rather honest look, said cautiously:

"But isn't this a bit too hurtful to him?"

"sunny mud toe!"

Upon hearing this, Willy became furious.

"Have you forgotten how that brat used the power of the Mediah family to show off in front of us?"

"How dare he have such inappropriate thoughts about my little Letty! She's only nine years old!"

"I'm already being merciful by not shooting him right now!"

"hu~hu~"

As one of the other underground arms families that had always been suppressed by Mediah, Willy had suffered a lot from this brainless second-generation rich man when old Mediah was still around.

The feeling of being unable to hit someone when you know the other person is an idiot and keeps dancing in your minefield has tortured Willy to the point that he has become old at such a young age.

Now seeing the other person in such a situation, it would be a lie to say that I am not happy, but that is all.

He couldn't go too far. After all, no one knew whether old Mediah had left any backup plans for his son.

Even though he had fled to the North Sea in disgrace, he couldn't help but be more cautious after being played around by old Media for so many years.

"Cash, manpower, factory machinery, and even my sister, who could be used as a bargaining chip for marriage, have all been taken away. What else does that kid have in his hand~"

After thinking it over again and again, Willy decided to give up thinking and instead instructed the butler:

"Go contact the other families and see when they have time to get together and discuss the matter of the Hundred Beasts."

Casba, a stray dog, was not worthy of much attention, but the giant dragon pressing down on Baishou's head could not be ignored in any way.

"Eh~ It seems the Navy is trying to shrink its presence in the New World. It really is like adding insult to injury..."

After confirming that his daughter was not nearby, Willy lit a cigarette, sat on the sofa and began to smoke it.

……

"Young Master, what's the matter? He, they are willing to..."

The follower who had been standing outside the mansion waiting for several hours saw Caspar finally come out, and hurried forward to ask with some stuttering.

He is the son of the former butler of the Mediah family, and is a playmate who grew up with Caspar.

Because of his stutter, he was bullied a lot since childhood, but Caspar would help him fight back every time.

Perhaps it was not out of the intention of helping, but simply because of his inner arrogance that he did not allow his things to be commented on by others, but the image of the other party standing up for him was still firmly imprinted in the little follower's heart.

Now almost all the servants and thugs of the Mediah family have been taken to the North Sea, leaving only him and a handful of others who chose to stay because they were taken care of by Casba since childhood.

However, before the little follower could finish his words, he saw the gloomy expression on his master's face, so he tactfully stopped asking any further questions.

"Tsk!"

Caspar kicked a toad that was blocking the road away and asked unhappily:

"Have those families responded during this period?"

"..."

"say!"

Seeing that the other party seemed to be hesitant to speak, Caspar suppressed his annoyance and urged him.

"Well... well, the head of the Ku, Kuge family did respond."

"Um?!"

"How to say?"

When Caspar heard the reply, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"She, she, she said if, if..."

"Hey! If what?! Tell me now!"

"She said that if the young master is willing to be her tenth, tenth, or thirteenth husband, she will help us rebuild the Mediah family!"

The little follower closed his eyes and stated the other party's conditions in one breath.

"..."

"..."

Caspar was stunned for a moment, then...

"what?!"

"You, you mean husband?"

"That old woman is old enough to be my aunt! How dare she open her mouth like that?!"

As a pervert whose strike zone was under fourteen years old, any woman over this age would basically be classified as an "old woman" in Caspar's eyes, not to mention the other party who was about the same age as his father.

Suppressing the nausea in his heart, Caspar covered his mouth, his eyes cold as he made a decision in his heart.

"Let's go back to the mansion first."

After taking a few deep breaths, he continued walking and motioned his follower to follow.

But after taking a few steps, he suddenly shook all over, and immediately turned right and hid in the grass by the roadside.

"Eh? Young Master, there's no way over there."

"I need to go to the bathroom!"

"Oh~"

"Well, let me come too."

"..."

"Hey! Stand aside! It's all over my pants!"

"Huh?! Yeah, I'm sorry."

Chapter 218 Traitor

"We have a traitor in our midst."

At a round table, Willy rested his chin on his hands, his face gloomy.

In front of him, sitting on other seats at the round table were the patriarchs of several other underground arms families.

These people include men and women, old and young.

Some look sanctimonious, while others have shifty eyes.

But no matter what, after hearing Willy's words, the faces of everyone present immediately became gloomy, and they began to look at everyone except themselves with undisguised suspicion.

It seems that as long as you suspect others quickly enough, you will be innocent.

The flickering flames from the candlesticks reflected on Willy's gold-rimmed glasses, hiding his gaze perfectly and making it impossible to tell what he was really thinking.

"Kuge, it's you, woman!"

A thin man with obviously insufficient yang energy was the first to stand up and slam the table.

"Oh? Sen Doug, don't spit bloody words without evidence~"

The woman named Kuge looked at her newly done nails and said nonchalantly.

Although she looks only in her forties or fifties, she is actually the oldest among the people at the round table.

"Slander? Everyone knows you've been eyeing that pretty boy from the Mediah family lately. I'm afraid you've already used him to get in touch with the Beasts and sold us all out, right?"

"Heh~ What? Are you jealous that I'm looking for him? Or are you holding a grudge because I dumped you back then, and now you're trying to take revenge?"

"Bah! You old woman, you still dare to talk about the past! If it weren't for you..."

"Alright! Stop rambling!"

An elderly householder struck his cane, forcibly ending the emotional dispute.

"What's important now is not to discuss that brat from the Mediah family, but how we face the behemoth that is the Hundred Beasts!"

As the second and third arsenals were built on the side of Baishou, the large market share that was originally vacated by old Media was eaten up in an instant.

The other party obviously had no intention of stopping and was still expanding wantonly.

Everyone seemed to feel a pair of scarlet vertical pupils staring at them, as if a huge mouth of the abyss would swallow them whole, skin and flesh, in the next moment.

"Willie, you called us here. What do you say?"

Looking at Willy who had been silent above, the old man spoke.

"Ah~"

"What I mean is...we should put aside our previous disagreements for the time being and unite."

"By then, whether it's war or peace, a bigger company will have more bargaining chips."

"..."

"Well, that's all we can do for now."

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

……

"Seconded."

With the nod of the last family leader, a huge underground military-industrial complex was born under strong external pressure.

No one mentioned the traitor again, as if the traitor had never existed in the first place.

"So what do we do next?"

"Let's test their attitude first. Go capture that kid from the Mediah family and send him to the Beasts."

Willy, who temporarily serves as the leader of the consortium, said so.

Now everyone in the underground world knows that Caspar caused trouble at Big Mom's ceremony, tried to tease the leaders of the Beasts, and then thoughtlessly exposed the shortcomings of all the big guys.

To be honest, the reason this kid can jump around until now is purely because the beasts haven't made a move yet, which makes others dare not move first. After all, no one has the courage to compete with that behemoth for the prey.

The reason why the beasts have not taken action yet is... they forgot.

To be more precise, they didn't even remember Caspar.