pdf-ebookys 49. Supreme Succubus: I'm starting to fall in love with him.
49. Supreme Succubus: I'm starting to fall in love with him.
"Are any Celestial Dragons here today?" Broly suddenly asked.
The four queens of the Women's Kingdom in the room were stunned for a moment, unable to figure out his thoughts.
Shaki replied, "Of course, the Sabaody Archipelago has always been the backyard of these world nobles."
Although she had long since retired from piracy, Shakky's secret intelligence business never stopped.
In her own little territory of Sabaody Archipelago, she dares to say that she has better access to information than the World Government.
"They probably know you're in the South China Sea, so they've been coming more often lately," Xia Qi added.
Hancock, who was next to Broly, beckoned to her to follow.
Hancock, blushing, followed after them eagerly. Watching the backs of the two little ones, one tall and one short, disappear through the door, the three remaining empresses were stunned for a long time.
"Where are they going?" Xia Qi muttered, frowning.
I've heard a lot about Broly from Torritoma over the past two months, but this is my first time meeting him in person, and I have absolutely no idea what his style of doing is like.
"They're probably out dealing with the Celestial Dragons," Torituma guessed.
Xia Qi was speechless.
Even the Roger Pirates and Rocks Pirates back in the day could only avoid the Celestial Dragons' attacks.
In Broly's case, this group would be like dog poop on the street, ready to be blown up at will.
"Let's go take a look."
Grandma stood up.
Although Broly turned three top Celestial Dragons into puff pastries.
Killing an ordinary Celestial Dragon might not seem like much, but the Kuja Pirates are now part of his forces, so whatever the boss does, the underlings—oh no, the girls—naturally have to follow along.
Meanwhile, Hancock's heart was pounding as she stayed close to Broly, already in daydreaming mode—a guy asking a girl out, could this be the legendary… date?!
I don't know what she was imagining, but the little girl held her face in her hands and twisted her body like a maggot.
When Broly saw her like this, he knew that the girl was indulging in wishful thinking.
Although as a time traveler I already knew Hancock's personality, she's only 9 years old now.
But then I thought about it again. In the Naruto series, Sakura and Ino broke up when they were only five years old because they were arguing about what constituted gayness. Compared to that, Hancock doesn't seem so outrageous.
After a long period of mental contemplation, Hancock finally came to her senses and suddenly realized that the path Broly had led her on was the same one that Toritoma had taken her to every day for the past two months—the slave auction venue in Area 1.
When the two arrived, the street in front of the auction venue had already been cleared to make way for them.
Passersby on both sides of the road knelt down in unison, while a group of government agents in black suits stood in the middle, protecting someone and swaggering around.
The man was dressed like an astronaut, with a bubble cover over his head—a typical Celestial Dragon outfit.
He was also holding a chain in his hand, and the collar at the other end of the chain was around the neck of a giant slave who was as tall as Kaido.
Broly raised an eyebrow, recognizing him.
Roswald, the first Celestial Dragon to appear in the original work, even had his son punched by Luffy.
Hancock's face turned pale instantly, and her body, which was a head taller than Broly, shrunk behind him in a flash.
For more than two months, Toritoma had shown her enough of the darkness here.
The slave being ridden beneath them was relatively lucky.
Those who couldn't bear the torture bit off their tongues and committed suicide in public, those who were sent to the auction stage and banged their heads against a pillar to seek death... each one more tragic than the last.
What shattered her worldview even more was that every time something like this happened, the people in the World Government seemed completely unfazed, and some even applauded.
This made nine-year-old Hancock feel cold all over.
A bodyguard at the front of the group approached Roswald, who was riding on the back of a slave, and said with a fawning smile, "Saint Roswald! A batch of fine goods arrived at the auction today, and we specially asked the organizers to reserve them for you!"
Roswald, with his nostrils flared, snorted and said condescendingly, "Oh? Then you'll have to buy a few more. We lost so many toys because of that damned brat's interference; we need to make up for it this time!"
The bodyguard quickly nodded and bowed, "Don't worry! Broly is still in the South China Sea. You can just have a good time today!"
Roswald's face showed a relieved expression, but his words were still defiant: "It's not that I'm afraid of him! I just had some free time lately, so I came to take a look around!"
"Yes, yes, yes! You're absolutely right!" The bodyguards around him quickly chimed in with their flattery.
Hancock heard it clearly, and her gaze toward Broly held even more admiration.
Just then, a bodyguard on the right front finally noticed two short figures standing in the crowd.
He hadn't seen them before because they were both too short.
"Hey! You two brats over there! Why aren't you kneeling?" the bodyguard shouted sternly.
"Because I'm not afraid," Broly replied casually.
"Why aren't you afraid?" the bodyguard asked again.
But as soon as he said that, he saw the faces of the two children through his sunglasses and was so frightened that his legs went weak and he knelt down with a thud.
The other bodyguards, along with Roswald, were drawn by the commotion and couldn't help but yell, "What's wrong with you?! You're ruining my fun! Do you want me to throw you in Impel Down?!"
"Lord Rozwader! He, he, he..." The kneeling bodyguard pointed to the right front, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and upon seeing Broly's face, their legs buckled and they all knelt down.
Roswald was so frightened that he staggered and fell off the slave's back, hitting his nose and bleeding.
He didn't even bother wiping his nosebleed; he was trembling like a leaf, pointing at Broly and stammering, "You, you, you weren't in the South China Sea?!"
The passersby kneeling on the ground recognized Broly. Their eyes widened, and they didn't dare to breathe loudly—this god of death was ten thousand times more terrifying than the Celestial Dragons!
Broly ignored Roswald completely and walked straight ahead.
A bodyguard who was blocking his way instinctively tried to shrink to the side, but before he could, Broly casually waved him away.
"Snapped!"
The bodyguard was sent flying and crashed hard into the Yarchman mangrove tree marked "1" in the distance.
A few daring passersby secretly glanced over and saw a pool of flesh on the thick mangrove trunk.
Broly, as if annoyed, shook his hand again, sending two more bodyguards flying.
Then, to everyone's astonishment, he took short steps and placed one foot on the back of Roswald's head, who was lying on the ground, unable to move in fear—just as Roswald had been riding on the slave's back earlier—and sat down steadily.
Everyone's values were shattered.
Broly beckoned to Hancock next to him and patted the empty seat beside her: "Come sit down."
Hancock was stunned for several seconds before she reacted. She swallowed hard, carefully moved over, and, imitating Broly, stepped on the back of Roswald's head.
Perhaps due to nervousness, she stumbled and was about to fall. Broly reached out and grabbed her just in time, pulling her to sit down beside him.
Although Roswald's height is not comparable to the massive executives of the Four Emperors' crews, he is still close to two meters tall, which is more than enough to carry two children who are only twelve years old combined on his back.
Just then, Grandma arrived with Xiaqi and Toritoma. Seeing this outrageous scene, Xiaqi took a drag of her cigarette and couldn't help but complain:
"If it were me, I would have fallen in love with him too."