Sailing: Me, a Saiyan, starts by clashing with Robin.

Bitts looked at her with a half-smile, and said in a mocking tone:

"I don't know, it depends on your boss, maybe he'll come in person."

Robin pursed his lips worriedly and sighed inwardly.

"You already knew? Then why did you come?"

To tell you the truth, my boss is Crocodile, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

If you don't want to die, you'd better get out of here before the ship docks.

"Huh, are you actually worried about me?"

Beetz feigned surprise and made a witty remark, but Robin, with her indifferent expression, was clearly not buying it.

"Alright, you can just lie here. Once I've dealt with the sand crocodile, you can help me have my babies in peace."

Seeing that Robin was ignoring him, Beetz didn't want to make a fool of himself, so he left after saying those words.

Robin only put down his book and stared blankly at the doorway after hearing his footsteps fade into the distance.

"He's talking so confidently, could that guy really have the strength to defeat Crocodile...?"

Muttering to himself, Robin frowned and fell into deep thought.

If Crocodile is really defeated, what should she do? Should she really stay and have his children?

"Forget it, let's wait until they're done fighting. If it doesn't work out, we can find a chance to escape later."

With that, Robin stopped thinking about it and continued reading the history book in his hands.

Whether she can escape in the future is another matter.

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After leaving the room, Bitts relayed Robin's instructions to the crew.

The crew members were all very unhappy with Bitz, but they had no choice but to obey him and obediently complete his tasks due to their power.

While the crew was busy, Bitts also began his preparations.

Because the next opponent we'll likely face is Crocodile.

Facing a Logia-type Devil Fruit user, he didn't know if his Qi could break through their defenses.

So he prepared seawater in advance before facing Old Sha.

If all else fails, pour water on your hands and beat that guy to death with your fists.

The thought of having a good fight later made Bitts feel his blood boiling.

'Is this the Saiyan's fighting instinct? The title of "warrior race" is certainly fitting.'

Suppressing the pounding in his heart, Bitts silently admonished himself.

Enjoying the battle is fine, but you absolutely cannot be reckless!

The Saiyan's bad habit of recklessly throwing things around after gaining the upper hand in a fight must never happen to him; that's the bottom line!

"Hiss, whew~ Come on, Old Sha, let's have a good fight!"

Just as Bitz was excitedly anticipating the upcoming battle, a man and a woman were already waiting at the White Wave Port dock.

White Wave Harbor is not a large port, nor even a city; it's just an ordinary small town.

Those coming and going were all employees of the Baroque Works; this was Baroque's own territory.

The fewer people who know that the vice president has been kidnapped, the better.

In addition, Mr. 1 and Ms. Doublefinger were both very confident in their abilities, so they drove everyone in the town away early on.

Looking out to sea, Mr. 1 was the first to spot the small black dot on the horizon.

"coming."

After reminding his partner, Mr. 1 silently got up from the rock he was sitting on, ready for battle.

Mss·Double Fingers also saw the sailboat approaching in the distance after her partner.

"It finally arrived, but it took three hours longer than expected, which made my skin a little tanned."

Touching her slightly dry cheeks, she had another reason to kill him.

The two men gazed at the sea, watching the sailboats some distance away, and a sense of anticipation rose within them.

Hopefully, this opponent can bring some fun to their boring daily routine.

When they discovered the ship that Bitts and his group were on, Bitts had already sensed that there were two fairly decent auras in the port.

'Why are there two streams? And the sand crocodile's aura is much weaker than expected.'

Bitz was ultimately influenced by Saiyan blood.

Upon discovering that the enemy's strength did not meet his expectations, he felt a surge of displeasure. While he didn't completely lose his desire to fight, he found it difficult to muster the energy.

"Forget it, let's just consider it as accumulating combat experience. Having combat power alone doesn't make you a strong person."

Clenching his fist, Bitts mustered his courage again. Driven by his thirst for battle, he took to the air without a word and flew towards the direction of the two people he sensed.

"What the hell? How did it just vanish in a flash?"

One of the crew members looked up blankly at his surroundings, completely unaware that the man they hated had vanished without a trace.

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At the dock, with a whooshing sound, Bitz appeared above Mr. 1 and Ms. Doublefinger as if by teleportation.

The two women looked up when they heard the sound, and when they looked up, they saw Bitz hovering above their heads with his arms crossed and a scrutinizing gaze.

Mr. 1: 'When?! I didn't even notice.'

Ms. Two Fingers: 'He's actually flying in mid-air, is he also an ability user?'

Both were surprised, but due to their confidence in their own abilities, they did not feel fear or dread.

They just felt that the other party was probably an 'ordinary' Devil Fruit user like them.

My new book is launching, and I hope all my bosses and godfathers will give me some flowers, monthly tickets, encouragement to update, and rewards. I would be extremely grateful.

Top up now (Event period: April 5th to April 2th)

Chapter 8: Instantly defeat Mr. 1 and Ms. 2 with a double-finger combo, call for Old Sha!

Bitts slowly descended from the air with his arms crossed. The moment he saw them, he recognized them.

The bald man dressed as a martial monk should be Mr. 1, Crocodile's future loyal henchman.

As for that woman, to be honest, Beetz had almost forgotten her name, only remembering that she could turn herself into a 'hedgehog' and that she would beat Nami up badly in the future.

“Woman…”, looking at Ms. Two’s fingers, Bittz stroked his chin.

"Black leather jacket and high heels, she has a good figure, but she's so thin she's like a bamboo pole with no flesh at all."

And her hairstyle was strange too, it was a curly perm, plus those thick lips...

"No, it doesn't suit my taste at all, I can't bring myself to do it."

In front of his two fingers, Beetz gave her a thorough critique and concluded that she was an ugly woman.

Hearing this, his fists clenched instantly. Did this bastard even know what sexiness was?

Bang——

Clench your fists with your fingers, and your knuckles will crack loudly.

“Mr. 1, I’ll handle this guy. You don’t have any objections, do you?”

Sensing the murderous aura emanating from his partner beside him, Mr. 1 silently shook his head.

Having received his approval, Shuangzhi immediately pressed down on his opponent without hesitation.

Mr. 1 stopped paying attention to this side and turned to look at the sailboat that was sailing in their direction.

Their main mission was to rescue the vice president, but this man had angered his partner and was doomed.

But as soon as he turned his head, his two fingers flew back at an even faster speed than when he charged.

It flew past him and crashed into the ruins of the house with a loud bang.

Staring blankly at his partner, who was trapped under the rubble, with only his thighs showing, his fate unknown.

A bead of cold sweat suddenly trickled down Mr. 1's forehead.

He turned around abruptly and looked in the direction where the man had just been standing, but when he looked there, the place was already empty.

"Where are you looking?"

A mocking figure came from behind, and before Mr. 1 could react, Beetz swung his left arm and punched him in the back of the head.

Even though Mr. 1 ate the Quick-Cut Fruit, his body is as hard as steel.

Even after that blow, he still felt as if his brain was about to split open, and excruciating pain swept through his entire body along with waves of dizziness.

Bang!

Mr. 1 spun around three times in the air before crashing to the ground like a rag doll.

By the time Bitts got closer, his eyes had rolled back, and he was foaming at the mouth and had fainted.

He pressed his foot against the abdomen of the strange man (one) and rubbed it, and Bittz said with a mixture of surprise and speechlessness:

"Hey, you're already down? You guys are way too weak."

Both of them were ability users, and it was also the first time that Bitz had fought against an ability user, so he went all out from the start without holding back.

Who knew those two guys were so trash? I took them both down with just one punch and one kick.

"Damn it, this training hasn't had any effect at all! My combat experience hasn't increased at all!"

Despite being extremely unhappy, Mr. 1 remained unresponsive no matter how much he yelled or kicked, and it seemed unlikely he would wake up anytime soon.

"Pah, you piece of trash!"

Spitting, Bitts turned and walked toward the dock.

Because the battle ended so quickly, the ships had not yet reached the shore.

Twenty minutes later, Robin, dressed very conservatively and with a pale face, led his underlings to follow Beetz and saw the two corpses lying on the ground.

Robin tightened her coat, looked at the two men who had fallen, and gave Beetz a complicated look.

"It seems you are more capable than I thought."

What are your plans after that? Do you intend to challenge our boss and become the new owner of Baroque Works?

"Hey—Vice President, what are you saying?!"

Before Bitts could even speak, his underlings erupted in a commotion.

But looking at Mr. 1 and Ms. Double Fingers, who were lying on the ground and showed no signs of waking up for a long time.

Several of the more pragmatic ones immediately pulled their noisy companions back, shook their heads at them, and gave them a meaningful look.

Noticing their little actions, Bitz's lips curled up, and he said without any hesitation:

"I have this plan, after all, besides carrying on the family line, what interests me most right now is fighting."

"Speaking of which, why are you wearing so much in this heat?"

Beetz was puzzled as he looked at Robin, who was wearing a long shirt, trousers, and leather shoes under the blazing sun, and then wrapped in an outer coat.

Robin rolled her eyes at him seductively. Didn't he have any idea why she was wearing so much?

She was just afraid that if she showed too much skin, that bastard would get some bad ideas.

To stop this bastard from tormenting her, Robin immediately changed the subject.

"Since you have the idea of ​​replacing the BOSS, I'll help you make the contact."

But let's make this clear first, we're all spectators, only standing on the winning side.

The ordinary Baroque employees nodded frantically, echoing the vice president's words.

For these low-level lackeys, it doesn't matter who the boss is, as long as they don't cause trouble for them afterwards.