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

"Alpha, you almost got punished because you failed in your mission and were not properly guarding Joelie Bonney, right?"

"Yeah, that brat actually ran away when I wasn't paying attention. When I chased after her, she defeated me with a really weird move."

Alpha wasn't surprised that Bitz knew about this; she herself had later confessed to it.

But whenever she thought about it, she felt a dull ache in her left cheek, the very spot where Bonnie had hit her.

Noticing her small gesture of touching her cheek, Beetz no longer hid the fact that he had made Bonnie his captive.

“I ran into her before, Joelie Bonney.”

She's a guest on our ship now, on the lowest deck.

"What?! That little girl came to Chambord too? And you captured her and threw her into the lowest dungeon!"

Alpha exclaimed excitedly, causing the stylist to turn his head and secretly sense that something was amiss.

"Stop, stop, stop. Don't put it so harshly. I said 'please,' not 'arrest.' Don't let people misunderstand me."

Alpha had no time to dwell on those details. She jumped up from the sofa and hurried away.

But she stopped just as her hand touched the doorknob and stormed back.

Bitz was utterly puzzled. "Why don't you teach her a lesson and avenge yourself?"

Alpha snorted coldly, crossed his arms, and a wicked smile appeared on his face.

"Of course, it's not that easy to let her go, but thinking about it carefully, just beating that brat isn't enough to vent my anger."

Let's let her starve for a while first. When that gluttonous woman is starving, I'll bring the food and make my appearance. That'll be the most satisfying feeling."

After saying that, Alpha couldn't help but sneer, fantasizing about what methods he would use to torment the hungry Bonnie.

This classic villainous style made Beetz nod repeatedly in approval.

"Not bad, as expected of my woman, her methods are just as despicable as mine."

"In that case, the task of taming her is entrusted to you. Good luck!"

"No problem, I'll take care of it."

The stylist trembled as she listened to their conversation; she was now certain that these people were definitely not good people.

Meanwhile, Bonnie, inside the prison cell, was unaware that an old enemy was plotting against her.

With her Devil Fruit powers sealed by the Seastone bracelet, she couldn't use her abilities to age the prison door. In her frustration, she kicked the bars violently while shouting Beetz's name loudly in an attempt to attract attention.

But apart from her and the two prisoners in the cell opposite hers, only the maids who came to work on the upper deck remained on the ship.

Bits had specifically instructed that the maids were not allowed to enter the lowest level without his permission.

"Bang! Bang!"

After kicking the iron bars a few more times, Bonnie had no strength left and sat down, panting, on the narrow single bed in the cell.

"Damn it, if it weren't for this thing in my hand, I would have escaped by now."

Looking at the sea stone bracelet on her wrist that restricted her abilities, Bonnie angrily punched the bed board twice more.

Whether it was because she had made too much noise or because the time had come, Charlize and Dolores, who were locked in the same cell opposite her, woke up one after the other.

"Where am I?" Charlia, who had just woken up, hadn't yet realized what had happened.

It wasn't until she stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling above her head for a few seconds that she suddenly remembered what had happened earlier, and quickly rolled over and got out of her small bed.

"Hiss~ It hurts."

On the other bed, Dolores was also clutching the back of her head where Bitz had stepped on her foot, looking around blankly.

"Sister Charlia, where are we? It looks like the old prison where we used to keep slaves."

It's not just similar, it's clearly it!

Looking at this cramped cell, reinforced on three sides and enclosed by iron bars on one side, it could only accommodate two beds, a toilet, and a bathtub.

Charlia nearly lost her mind; this was exactly like the slave cell in the basement of her house!

It was an utter disgrace that a Celestial Dragon like her was imprisoned in a cell inhabited by slaves!

"Outrageous! Utterly outrageous! You damned commoner, come out here right now!"

Do you know that we are the descendants of the Creator, the undisputed gods of this world?

I'm going to report this to the Five Elders and have a Marine Admiral kill you lowly ants!

As Charlia roared in exasperation, Dolores behind her also cried out in alarm, clutching her head, which was not covered by bubbles, and wailed:

"Bubble, my bubble is gone!"

CP0, come out here right now! Gods can't breathe the lowly air of the mortal realm! I'll die if this continues!!!

Hearing Dolores's cries behind her, Charlia was furious. She, too, had lost her bubble and was forced to breathe the same air as the commoners.

But she wasn't as brain-dead as Dolores, who thought she was going to die.

He was just furious that this brainless idiot had angered the pirates and caused him to suffer such humiliation!

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Chapter 95 Charlia, a bully at home, and the admiral who slacks off.

Charlize grew angrier the more she thought about it. She turned around and looked at Dolores, who was writhing restlessly on the ground like a maggot. Her eyes were bloodshot as she walked forward and kicked her hard.

"You tall but brainless thing, it's all your fault! You're the one who caused me to be captured by those lowly commoners."

When I get back to the holy land, I'll definitely become a laughing stock and get scolded by my father.

No wonder everyone in the Holy Land looks down on you, because your entire Don Quixote family are born idiots.

The Homingu family, who left the holy land in their early years, were like that; your brother, Musgarud, was too; and even you are like them!

Despite having demonstrated considerable strength in his previous battle with Bits.

But at this moment, Dolores was like a fish out of water, lying on the ground and letting Charlia kick and stomp on her, crying out in pain, her face covered in tears and snot.

"Ah—! Stop hitting me! Sister Charlia, I was wrong! Please forgive me! Help me! I can't breathe!"

Dolores cried out in anguish, completely unaware that despite shouting that she couldn't breathe, she could still cry and speak so loudly.

But Charlia had no intention of letting her go. She even went further, straddling her and swinging her fists to smash her head.

"Shut up, you piece of trash, you have no right to call me 'sister'!"

Not only will I kill you, but when we return to the Holy Land, I will also ask my father and the other families to expel the Donquixote Family from the Celestial Dragons' family list!

"Waaaaah~ No! I was wrong, I'll never do it again. Please don't remove me from the list, I don't want to be a lowly person."

Dolores wailed and begged for mercy, but she couldn't stop Charlia from continuing to assault her.

Bonnie, in the cell opposite theirs, witnessed the farce firsthand.

Is that green-haired guy an idiot? She believes everything he says. How could Celestial Dragon families possibly expel each other?

Bonnie thought to herself, completely defeated by this woman whose intelligence was questionable.

But hearing Dolores's screams, she frowned in confusion.

She had personally witnessed this tall, green-haired Celestial Dragon display astonishing strength in battle.

She couldn't understand why she, with such great strength, was beaten to the point of begging for mercy by Charlia, who was a head shorter than her and had no strength in her punches and kicks.

Bonnie, who had been thinking for a long time without figuring it out, looked at Charlia who was showing no mercy, and still couldn't bear it, so she spoke up to remind her:

"Hey, you green-haired guy, what are you doing? Get up and fight back!"

Upon hearing a voice other than theirs, Charlia, who was hitting, and Dolores, who was being hit, were both startled. They stopped beating and crying and turned to look in the direction from which the voice came.

When they saw that there were other people present, Charlia immediately forgot about the idiot beneath her and quickly got up, grabbing the railing and ordering Bonnie:

"Great, you lowly commoner, the young lady orders you to release me immediately!"

Despite her bloodied and mangled cheeks, Dolores acted as if nothing had happened, excitedly getting up and revealing her identity to Bonnie:

“You lowly commoner, do you know who I am? I am a descendant of the gods, Dolores of the Don Quixote family.”

"Hurry up and let me out. Once I'm out, I promise you'll become my most beloved slave."

"Shut up, you idiot." Charlize glared fiercely at Dolores, not understanding how she could have ended up with such a stupid compatriot.

If you want someone to save you, these few conditions are not enough.

"Don't listen to this idiot. As long as you let me out, I'll make you my slave butler, how about that?"

That was the highest-ranking position among all my slaves.

"You two are hopeless." Bonnie slapped herself across the face, speechless, and truly regretted her loose tongue.

Even at a time like this, these two idiots are still spouting nonsense about being lowly people and slaves; they don't even have the most basic common sense.

"Hey, did you hear me, you lowly commoner?! The Creator is speaking to you!"

"Hey you, come and let us out!"

Annoyed by the two shouting and yelling, Bonnie lay down on the bed, covered her head with the blanket, and retorted irritably:

"Shut up, you two idiots. If I could get out, I would have already. Who would stay here?"

"You, you, you dare call me an idiot?! Don't you want to live anymore?!"

After her initial shock, Charlia was so angry that her chest heaved and she gasped for breath.

What kind of day is this? How dare anyone defy the Celestial Dragons? They are descendants of the Creator. Don't these lowly people know how to be grateful?

While Charlize was angrily questioning her existence, Dolores seemed to have noticed something and suddenly turned to point at Bonney's cell, shouting:

“Sister Charlia, look, she’s in the slave quarters just like us.”

"Shut up! This isn't a slave quarters! Any place where a Celestial Dragon lives, no matter how ugly, is still a palace!!"

It seemed that Dolores had reignited her anger, or perhaps it was the disappointment of seeing that Bonnie couldn't help her.

Charlia, who had just stopped, pushed Dolores to the ground again and straddled her, hitting and cursing her.

Having been pampered since childhood, Dolores had never been treated like this before. The waves of pain from her wounds caused her to cry out in agony once again.

But despite being a bit dim-witted, she always remembered the Celestial Dragons' rule against private fights, and never fought back no matter how much she was hit.

This emboldened Charlia to vent all her humiliation, fear, and anger on her.

Lying on the bed, Bonnie listened to the incessant insults, beatings, and pitiful cries from the opposite cell, and her heart was completely broken.

Who can separate these two idiots?!

Admirals, where are you?! If you don't come soon, your Celestial Dragon master will be killed by another master!

Inside Xiaqi's Bar on Island 13.

Aokiji Kuzan and Kizaru Borsalino, who were drinking together with their arms around each other's shoulders, suddenly sneezed twice at the same time.

Achoo! Achoo! Sneeze~

Kuzan sniffed and looked around blankly.

"Alright~ What happened? I wasn't even passed out drunk on the street, how did I catch a cold?"

Borsalino also sniffed with a lewd expression, and said in a strange tone:

"I can understand if I catch a cold, but Kuzan, you're such an ice block, how can you catch a cold? That's so strange."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Ice people are still people, of course they can catch a cold."

Kuzan slammed the bottle on the table in dissatisfaction, retorting.

Borsalino nodded with an "I see" expression, then picked up the bottle and lightly clinked it against Kuzan's.

"Stop talking, drink up. A bottle of wine will keep you from catching a cold."

"Haha, you're right, Borsalino, you're quite the talker."

Looking at these two good-for-nothing drunkards who had suddenly barged into his bar.

The tavern owner, Xia Qi, frowned, picked up a cigarette, tapped it on the bar, and then put it in her mouth and lit it with a lighter.

After exhaling a puff of smoke, she glanced at the two of them and finally couldn't help but speak.