Ghost Shark, but in the world of One Piece

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As soon as he finished speaking, Ghost Shark's Den Den Mushi rang. He answered the phone, and a strange man's urgent voice came through.

"I am the World Government's special envoy to Dressrosa. Navy, what are you doing?! Dressrosa is a member state of the World Government! Doflamingo is also a Shichibukai legally authorized by the government! What right do you have to cause trouble here? Believe me, the government will revoke your rank..."

"Fufufufu," Dover suddenly chuckled. "Looks like you're having a pretty tough time."

The voice on the Den Den Mushi continued chattering, seemingly trying to threaten the girl into stopping by threatening her job.

"roll!"

The girl replied in a friendly manner.

The air fell silent for a moment.

Dover's smile froze dramatically on his face, making him look like a real clown.

The Donquixote family was also stunned, and Vergo's mouth was wide open for once, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

The special correspondent, who probably didn't follow the news much, was utterly astonished. He suddenly choked on the phone, realizing that he had never seen such an arrogant navy in all his decades of life.

Compared to her, the thugs of the G5 branch all seemed gentle and refined.

The simplest bad breath, the ultimate enjoyment.

But the drama was yet to come.

Specter's body flashed, and his hands, covered in Armament Haki, glowed with a pinkish light. He easily grabbed Doflamingo by the neck, lifted him up, and then spoke to the Den Den Mushi:

"If you keep babbling, I'll kill Dover!"

Amidst the other party's silence, Specter casually slammed Doflamingo against the wall and ruthlessly threatened, "Go ahead and fire me if you dare, or I'll just defect to the enemy!"

They've all been exiled, yet some trash still climbs up to them and vents its anger?

If we really anger ourselves, we can simply raise our arms and call upon heroes from all over the world to respond, turn around and sound the horn of counterattack, and seize the Celestial Dragons' bird throne!

Kacha.

Ghost Shark hung up the phone.

Doflamingo fell silent, then turned and instructed Trebol, "Get her a copy of the permanent pointer to Tombstone Island."

“A very good deal.” Specter nodded, then turned his gaze to Vergo. “Your men’s lives are spared.”

There has been no gas attack on Pong Island, nor has there been any child abduction.

So Vergo didn't commit any major crimes, and as for Rosinandi, Sengoku didn't pursue the matter anymore; it was none of his business.

The most important goal right now is to promote Pique!

Chapter 113 The Underworld is About to Be Reshuffled (Please Subscribe)

The ghost shark spread its bat wings, creating several sonic boom clouds, and disappeared rapidly in everyone's sight.

Sugar, having failed to act cute and ending up with a bruised and swollen face, took off her broken monocle and angrily raised her middle finger to the sky.

"That woman is so barbaric!"

After saying that, he stuck his tongue out at the sky.

"Sugar, step back!"

Doflamingo had just started laughing when he turned around, cold sweat pouring down his face. He vanished from the spot and pulled Sugar away.

The blood spear suddenly roared, like lightning and thunder.

With a loud bang, it smashed through the floor, almost touching Sugar's crotch.

Even though the terrifying monster had flown so far away from Dressrosa, Observation Haki was still working.

"So strong!"

Seeing that the crisis was over, Diamanti, whose face was painted with two red vertical lines, breathed a sigh of relief and quickly expressed his gratitude.

"Are we just going to let this go?"

Beside Doflamingo, Monet, wearing a bikini, showed an angry expression. The scene of the young master being thrown away like trash was deeply etched in her mind, making her feel uncomfortable like being pricked by needles.

“Of course, we didn’t lose anything, fufu.” Doflamingo finally laughed. “We saved Vergo’s life and at the same time gained an opportunity to become the emperor of the underworld.”

He sat on the sofa, spread his arms, and grinned, saying, "In another half day, the underworld will be reshuffled."

Those so-called emperors, with their immense power, were actually pitifully weak. How amusing!

As for Piccolo, the king of assassins, now that the strongest assassins are all dead, his death is a foregone conclusion.

Having learned of this matter immediately, I had no choice but to accept his power and assets without hesitation.

The difference between a middleman in the underworld and an emperor is like heaven and earth.

"Oh, right, Monet."

"Little Lord?"

“We’ll gradually withdraw our assets from the West Sea.” Ming Ge propped his head up with one hand and crossed his legs. “Who knows what kind of heinous things this monster, who doesn’t care about the government’s reputation, might do in the West Sea.”

A powerful young monster in the Navy who dares to openly criticize the government, rumored to have a good relationship with the Pirate King's crew.

Crocus), and also has a close relationship with the royal family of Fishman Island.

That guy's identity is worth digging into. What ambitions are hidden beneath the surface? It's really intriguing.

Thinking of this, Ming's smile widened. Then he suddenly paused, sensing a commotion coming from the street below.

Oh no! Sugar!

He quickly turned his head and found that the girl who used to like to show Fujiya expressions was now staring wide-eyed, her arms outstretched, and she had fainted.

"Damn it! That bastard Ghost Shark!"

A hysterical roar echoed across the King's Heights.

......

Tombstone Island.

Located in an inconspicuous corner of the new world.

At the center of the island sits a massive stone, its age unknown, named for its resemblance to a tombstone.

However, because of this name, it is considered an ominous sign, and few people usually go to the island.

The Medicine King Piccolo was well aware of the dangers of assassination, so he would change his base location every few months, and this time he just happened to choose this place.

At the top of a square tombstone in the center of Tombstone Island lies the safe base of Medicine King Piccolo, where he built an ancient castle and where most of his assassins gathered.

The underground forces in this world are quite interesting; everyone there has reached the pinnacle in their respective fields.

Rufete made his fortune through conglomerates, Kibason through warehousing and logistics, Umet through shipping, and Piccolo through assassinations. As for the remaining two, Stuci and Morgans, they were respectively involved in the entertainment district and the news media.

In the lobby on the first floor of the security base, twenty or thirty people had gathered.

"Is there still no news about Lord Hilt's assassination attempt?" a tall, thin man carrying a sniper rifle asked curiously.

"We haven't received any feedback from the Heart Hunters lately," the receptionist in the lobby said casually as she posted the latest assassination list on the bulletin board.

"After all, she's not usually one to give positive feedback." The receptionist, with a revolver tucked into her sleeve, swayed back to the front desk, her slender waist and shapely buttocks swaying with every step.

Strong people are all aloof. Apart from a few lunatics, none of these top ten assassins like to chat on the phone for hours.

"Haha, this is a tough one after all, maybe we can turn the tables, hiccup~" A drunkard hugging a barrel of liquor joined the conversation with a grin.

"What a joke." The tall, thin man slapped open the bottle, laughed, and clinked glasses with him. "As the number one assassin on the assassin's list, he has hunted down the Seven Warlords of the Sea. How could he be defeated so easily?"

“Hilt is indeed very strong, but I prefer her moisturizing.” The drunkard licked his lips, a wicked rage rising within him, and the next moment he turned his burning gaze toward the receptionist.

She's curvy, with big breasts that sway as she walks; she's quite voluptuous.

*Thud!* The receptionist slammed the revolver onto the mountain of tables.

The drunkard fell silent instantly, his face breaking out in a cold sweat, and even his drunkenness diminished considerably.

Jasmine, the quick-draw assassin, was once a renowned and formidable figure in the world of assassination.

"Hahaha, you only dare to say such things when Lord Hilt isn't around." The tall, thin man didn't notice the drunkard's subtle actions and continued to drink without a care in the world.

Rumble!

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound in the sky.

Was it thundering? The group ignored it and continued drinking.

On Tombstone Island, which is always overcast, it's quite normal for there to be a few claps of thunder and rain.

As for collecting clothes, what assassin washes clothes personally? Don't they all change them every day?

Boom boom boom!

The sound of a building being smashed came from outside the door.

"Huh? So it wasn't raining, it was hailing?" The drunkard gulped down his liquor and casually picked up a large, freshly roasted bone.

"No, it's so long and thick, and it's reddish, how could it be hail!"

The tall, thin man muttered a complaint and hurriedly walked to the door. He was almost stunned at first glance, staring blankly at the sky.

"What's wrong?" the receptionist, Jasmine, asked in a cold tone.

"That woman is coming, quick...uh!"

He only said half of what he wanted to say, damn it! Could it be that Lord Hilt has returned? This mission was completed quite quickly, wasn't it?

The barrel looked up, and instantly jumped off the table.

what happened?

The companion in front of the door was now impaled in the back by a bloody spear, standing right in front of the door, looking just like a skewer of grilled meat he had just eaten.

"Hey, Jasmine, what's this...?"

Before he could finish speaking, with a loud bang, another blood spear smashed through the roof, pinning Jasmine to the stage with deadly accuracy, a pool of red and white matter bursting from her skull.

He shuddered and knelt down, an overwhelming terror rising in his heart, his face filled with utter shock.

"This ability is described on the assassination list... Specter Shark!"

Just as he recognized the person, a loud thud was heard, and the blood spear, like a missile, fell steadily, taking his life in the process.

At the same time, the entire tombstone base was filled with a deluge of blood spears, frantically and unrestrainedly cleansing the earth of its sins.

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Tombstone Island, an ancient castle perched on a cliff.

The violent, piercing sound was sharp and rapid, like a horn blaring through the storm. The sky over the island was already gloomy, and combined with the fury emanating from the blood spear, it felt as if the world was about to be destroyed.

But this ancient castle alone remained unaffected, as if it were uninvolved.

Elsewhere, blood and dregs mingled, creating a suffocating atmosphere in the gloomy weather.

Anyone with eyes to see knows that what's out there is just an appetizer; the castle where Piccolo is hiding is the real deal.

The monster's final feast.

However, apart from the ghost shark, there are no other living people outside.

pat.

The girl in the nun's habit landed leisurely, walking forward with an indifferent expression, the circular saw she was dragging in her hand making a cheerful cutting sound, as if she couldn't wait to saw something.

It can only be said that those who play with saws and those who play with crushers are the same in temperament; in the end, all they have left in their homes are saws.

"Hey, isn't it ready yet?" A burly man wearing a clown mask and carrying a scythe shouted angrily, "If you don't hurry up, that crazy woman is going to kill us!"

"Lord Piccolo, Lord Kaido isn't answering the phone!" Piccolo's subordinate was completely flustered, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"What about Kaido's three calamities?"

Piccolo looked down at him, his lion-like mane flying angrily, as if ready to kill his useless subordinate at any moment.

As a long-term partner of the Beasts Pirates, Piklo has secretly done a lot for them. He couldn't possibly abandon himself for a mere Marine captain.

"Connected!"

Under the scythe, Piccolo's cadre finally burst into surprise. He gave a slight gesture before explaining the situation to the other side.

"Oh, you mean Kaido? He got drunk and disappeared somewhere." A lazy voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding drunk and still not sober.

"Where are the three big shots?" Piccolo snatched the Den Den Mushi and asked eagerly.