This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

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"So you're rejecting my kindness?"

A cold killing intent flickered in his eyes.

Ron said calmly:

"Doflamingo once asked me the same question."

Tezolo fell silent for a moment.

After a while, the corner of his mouth suddenly curled into a smile again.

Different from the hypocritical, crazy and unscrupulous smile just now, the smile on Tezolo's face at this moment reveals an inexplicable calm.

"I see……"

"Sure enough, it's as rumored...a naval hero."

"Since that's the case, there's nothing I can do. Originally, I just wanted to support the cause of justice. Oh no, it's more accurate to support you."

Ron turned around and said lightly:

"Tezolo, maybe you are the richest person in this sea, but there are some things that cannot be bought with money."

Tezolo seemed to remember something, as if struck by lightning.

Looking at the back of Ron going away, his face changed unsteadily, and he suddenly asked:

"You say you don't believe in God, so what do you believe in?"

Ron's footsteps paused, and a firm voice came from afar.

"I don't believe there is a god in the world, but I believe...good and evil will be rewarded in the end."

After speaking, he strode into the elevator.

Tezolo froze in place.

He was silent for a long, long time, and a hint of determination gradually appeared in his treacherous eyes, as if he had made some decision in his heart, and he pressed a button next to him casually.

Ten seconds later, Baccarat's figure stepped out of the elevator and stood respectfully in front of Tezolo.

"Master Tezolo, he refused?"

Tezuolo did not answer, but said lightly:

"Baccarat, withdraw all businesses except casinos and performances."

"What!?" Baccarat's expression changed drastically, and a disbelief appeared on her face, thinking that she had heard it wrong.

"You heard what I said." Tezolo said indifferently.

"But Lord Tezolo... In that case, we will lose at least [-]% of our business income..."

Before Bacala finished speaking, Tezolo waved his hand impatiently and interrupted her:

"—You can understand the difference between losing [-]% and having nothing, right?"

"and……"

With his hands behind his back, he walked slowly to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the brightly lit and bustling holy land of Mary Jo, with a crazy sneer on his lips.

"A new era is coming, and those profitable businesses in the past will eventually be eliminated..."

"The biggest gambling game in the world has begun, and we must have enough chips to be eligible to sit at the table."

"Let's get out, and let the other old guys who are full of rancid smell fight for their heads and blood..."

"And we will bet on the biggest gamble in history!"

Bacala was shocked.

As if she realized something, she trembled in horror, bowed deeply, and then turned to leave.

The brightly lit hall fell silent again.

The tall figure of the Golden Emperor is reflected in the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

He overlooked the entire Holy Land Marie Gioia from a distance.

"Wait for me... Stella, they will pay the price."

Tezolo murmured.

The anger and hatred in his eyes seemed to completely burn this holy city of gods.

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Ask for everything, thank you so much.

Chapter 31 The New World is Waiting for Us

The grand banquet in the Holy Land of Marie Gioia, which lasted for a day and a night, came to an end slowly amidst the mood of countless people who linger and forget to return.

But Ron, the protagonist of this banquet, returned to Marlin Vandor early after completing his task as the "mascot".

He didn't want to think too much about the thoughts of the Dark Emperor of the New World, the "Golden Emperor" Tezolo.

Although because of the knowledge of the plot, Ron could not help feeling more or less aggrieved and sighed at Tezolo's tortuous life, but that was all.

He has too many things to do, and he can't separate his mind to think about other people's problems.

…………

Naval Headquarters, Marin Vando.

General's residence.

Under the leadership of the messenger, Ron stepped into this deep and quiet mansion.

Along the way, he looked at the environment in the mansion from time to time.

The typical Japanese-style decoration style, rockery and flowing water, under the brilliant cherry trees in full bloom, various swords and weapons are placed on the huge weapon rack, giving people a sense of chilling that is deeply hidden in the calm.

Passing through the nave where the guests were received, he saw a huge plaque hanging on the wall.

Five big black characters are deeply engraved on the plaque like flying dragons and phoenixes, giving a sense of stern iron pressure.

- "absolute justice".

"Major General Ron, this way please."

Noticing that Ron's footsteps paused slightly, the orderly who was leading the way turned around with a respectful expression.

Ron nodded.

They passed through the nave and came to the backyard.

The first thing that catches the eye is a large lush flowerbed, where fiery red roses bloom wildly on the ground.

A figure with a bare upper body, showing domineering tattoos and knotted muscles was sitting in the flowerbed, calmly trimming a bouquet of roses.

Admiral of the Navy Headquarters, "Red Dog" Sakalski.

The messenger stopped, raised his hand as an invitation gesture, and turned away silently after receiving Ron's response.

Ron stepped forward and solemnly raised his hand to salute the man sitting in the muddy flowerbed:

"General Sakalski."

Sakaski didn't respond immediately, but focused on trimming the bouquet of roses in his hand, and the scissors opened and closed with a clicking sound.

Ron was not in a hurry, but just waited quietly.

He knew Sakaski's character, and he didn't deliberately let himself go.

A few minutes later, Sakaski slowly put down the scissors, carefully placed Rose beside him, and then slowly stood up.

He looked Ron up and down a few times, and said in a steady tone:

"How is your recovery going?"

Ron smiled and replied:

"Basically healed."

Sakaski nodded indifferently.

He casually picked up the generous general's cloak hanging at the side, draped it over his shoulders, and walked towards the central hall without saying a word.

Ron didn't know why, but he followed.

Sakaski stopped on the plaque, took out two cigars from his pocket, and handed one to Ron.

His fingertips slowly melted into magma, emitting a scarlet light. After lighting the cigar he was biting in his mouth, he moved his fingertips in front of the Rear Admiral.

A weird look flashed across Ron's expression, and he thought that this ability is really convenient...but it's a bit hot.

He also lit the cigar and took a deep breath.

Two tall, imposing figures stood there silently, swallowing clouds and mist.

"The old man originally thought you would accept the post of Chief of Staff."

Sakaski exhaled a dragon-like smoke, looked up at the words on the plaque in front of him, and spoke hoarsely.

"Thank you General Sakaski for your support, but I still prefer to stay on the front line." Ron said solemnly.

"Well, this is indeed more suitable for you."

Sakaski's eyes are like an ancient well,

"Are you sure you want to go to G5?"

Ron nodded.

Sakaski was silent for a moment, and said slowly:

"If possible, bring more trustworthy subordinates."