Chapter 127

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"Oh, I think I remember him. Forget it, just deal with him directly. Make sure to keep his head as a gift. I'll have it sent to Vice Admiral Tsuru."

"Are you sure? He is a Navy colonel, after all, quite a big shot. I was almost scared to death."

"In the North Blue, as long as I, Doflamingo, am alive, no one has the right to boss my family around or insult us."

"Understood. What about the casino?"

"I'll take care of it. Take good care of Baby-5. Next time something like this happens, do as you please. Don't forget, you're a top-ranking officer in my Donquixote family. If you can't even protect our family, then what's the point of this family's existence?"

"No, you can't do this!"

"I'm a Navy colonel, how dare Doflamingo?!"

"Doug, Doug! Come save me. If I die here, you won't fare well either!"

Colonel Fox was genuinely panicked now. He realized that his rank as a Navy colonel held no sway over Abel. Furthermore, Doflamingo's attitude was something he had not anticipated.

He could not comprehend. Was a young girl really more important than a Navy colonel? Why go to such lengths? Didn't they understand the turmoil that would result from a Navy colonel's death?

This was the North Blue, and the colonel was at the peak of power here!

That's why Doug, the owner of the place, had no choice but to step forward and say, "Lord Abel, it's all a misunderstanding. Colonel Fox simply had too much to drink and isn't thinking clearly."

"Didn't you hear what our Captain Doflamingo just said?"

Abel gave him a sideways glance, already thinking about an excuse to cut down Doug as well, curious to see what color his soul would be.

Perhaps sensing the deep malice emanating from Abel, Doug was also a bit displeased.

Just then, the secretary finally arrived, late but with Mr. Issho in tow.

"Mr. Abel! I've brought your friend, Mr. Issho."

She had no idea that Abel and Issho had no actual relationship. In her desperation, she was just clutching at any potential lifeline. She held onto any hint of salvation that came her way.

The only reason Issho had agreed to come was that he wanted to meet the person who 'recognized' him.

Now that he had 'met' this person, Issho was even more puzzled.

He was certain; this man's aura was not familiar.

So, how did this stranger recognize him? Or was it just a coincidence, and out of curiosity, everything that followed happened?

"Friend? Haha, you've made a mistake. I don't know this man. I just thought he was interesting, so I paid extra attention."

Abel's candid response relieved Issho's confusion.

However, it greatly disappointed the secretary.

She was adept at reading people, and she noticed that these two were truly strangers, not merely pretending.

For her, this meant that Issho was of no use.

Luckily, she hadn't paid any price. She had just written off his debt.

Just then, Abel suddenly said, "This gentleman's name is Issho?"

"Indeed."

"Do you know the identity of the man under my foot?"

"I do not."

"Tell everyone, who are you?"

Abel, with sword in hand, plunged it directly into the man's right leg.

Along with a scream, Colonel Fox began to stutteringly announce his identity.

Upon hearing that this man was a Navy colonel, Issho couldn't help but slightly furrow his brows.

"Since there are many here who don't want to see you die, I'll give you a chance. Mr. Issho here will decide today whether or not you deserve to die. How does that sound?"

"Good, very good."

After his thigh was pierced, Colonel Fox finally became cooperative.

He could tell that Abel truly intended to kill him. So, he decided to back down for now and think of ways to retaliate tenfold once he escaped!

And he would make sure Doflamingo regretted this!

"Now, let's begin. Confess your wrongdoings, one by one."

"If you stop even once, I'll cut you. Don't worry, I mean what I say. You won't die during this process."

"3, 2, 1, begin!"

"Ah!"

Seeing the man only moved his lips but said nothing, Abel swiftly cut his face.

"I admit, I accept bribes, I secretly collude with pirates."

"I also, under various pretenses, sell the Navy's weapons and equipment on the black market, then apply for military funds to line my own pockets."

"I have 23 'death row' inmates at my home for my pleasure. Some of them were gifts."

"I once led people to pillage seven villages who wanted to report me. I then burned them down and blamed it on the pirates."

At first, the people present found the spectacle amusing.

A member of the Donquixote family and a blood-soaked pirate publicly trying a Navy colonel? It was absurd!

But as Colonel Fox, under the threat of death, wracked his brain to confess all his past misdeeds, the crowd's reaction varied.

Some sneered, some were disgusted, some were indifferent, and some thought 'I knew it'.

Every time Colonel Fox paused, unable to remember, Abel cut him, jolting his memory.

It was hard to imagine that a Navy colonel, draped in the mantle of justice, could commit such heinous acts!

It was complete corruption from the core!

Even many pirates accustomed to bloodshed, if they heard this, would shake their heads, admitting they couldn't compete with such a display!

In the end, when the blood-soaked Colonel Fox could no longer speak, Abel turned his gaze once again towards the silent Issho.

"Mr. Issho, it's your turn to decide."

"Should this man be killed?"

At this point, Issho had some awareness. The other party must know him, or he saw something in him, otherwise, with so many people present, there was no need to specifically ask a blind man.

After all, ordinary people can't handle the pressure from these influential figures.

Regardless of the man's crimes, he was a Navy colonel. Could an ordinary person dare to say he deserved to die?

"Mr. Issho, do you remember the deal we made earlier?"

"This gentleman, be careful with your words!"

"Some things aren't as simple as they seem. Be careful not to bring disaster with your words."

Faced with these veiled and unveiled threats from those around him, Issho suddenly broke into a laugh.

"If what has been said is all true, then this man does not deserve to live. He should be killed!"

Speaking out what others dare not say, never bowing to power!

Daring to be the voice of the people, upholding justice!

Not being a 'hero' under the guise of lies!

This has always been the path Issho adheres to, never deviating.

So when he resonantly declared 'He should be killed!', the entire room fell into silence, countless people's astonished expressions frozen on their faces.

It was as if they were incredulously asking: How dare you?

Only Abel, as if he had long anticipated this answer, had an indescribable smile on his face, hinting at either pleasure or something else.

"Mr. Issho speaks well, but in my view, the reason he will die here today is simple."

"There are some people he shouldn't have messed with, including me."

With that said, the long blade in his hand gently swung. In front of everyone, he beheaded the Navy colonel!

Dead.

He was really dead!

The spectators dared not continue to watch the spectacle, fearing collateral damage. They rushed hurriedly to leave.

A Navy colonel was killed here by a member of the Donquixote family. It could be seen as a provocation to the Navy. If the Navy did not respond, their reputation would undoubtedly suffer, and it's easy to predict the great upheaval that will follow in the North Sea!

If one were implicated, they wouldn't even know how they died.

So, no one dared to linger. In the blink of an eye, almost everyone had run off.

But at the same time, they also took note of a ruthless figure, a madman who didn't consider the consequences!

Mad Abel?

This nickname seemed appropriate, very fitting. Perhaps it would become well-known in no time.

It was likely that those who had witnessed the recent spectacle would no longer entertain the idea of provoking the Donquixote family.

Upon making eye contact, they confirmed he was indeed someone not to be trifled with!

Doug, the casino boss, felt an infernal frustration building within him, with no way to vent it.

With the Navy colonel dying on his premises, how could his casino operate?

Each day of closure represented a massive loss. How was he to explain this to his boss?

He absolutely loathed the worthless colonel and the Donquixote family madman before him.

Yet at this point, he didn't even dare to do anything to them.

Because he suspected that the madman, if provoked, would slash him without a second thought.

For some reason, he always felt a sense of anticipation when that guy named Abel looked at him.

"Very well, this matter has exceeded my capability to handle. God help us all."

With that, Doug hurriedly left.

He needed to report today's events to his boss as quickly as possible.

He definitely wouldn't be able to escape punishment for his incompetence. All he could do was to be more sincere when admitting his mistakes, deflect more of the blame, and see if he could keep his position.

Watching Doug's retreating figure, Abel's eyes flickered as he considered something.

If he rushed over and killed Doug now, would Doflamingo also slash him upon his return?

Alright, considering Captain Doffy's helpful actions today, he decided not to stir up trouble for the family.

Then, he noticed Baby-5 next to him swallowing something suddenly.

"What are you eating?"

"A soul."

"Whose soul? You mean this guy's soul?"

Abel was momentarily stunned.

He hurriedly called up the system and opened Baby-5's character panel.

The information under the talent "Weapon Girl" had actually updated again!

"Talent: Weapon Girl (Orange)

Description: Evolved from a soul with an intense desire to be needed, after becoming a demon weapon. Able to freely transform into seven types of demon weapon forms.

Form 1, Scythe. Hidden skill: Witch Hunt

Form 2, Knuckle Duster. Hidden skill: Abyss Fury

Form 3, Handgun: Not activated

Form 4, ??? Not activated

Form 5, ??? Not activated

Form 6, ??? Not activated

Form 7, ??? Not activated"

"Not activated."

"To activate form 3, 299 fallen human souls and one deeply enraged human soul are required."

"Upon activating all forms, you will gain access to the evolution method of the death weapon."

"..."

"Skill: Abyss Fury

Level: Non-upgradable

Consumption: Mental and Physical Power

Requirement: Knuckle Duster form

Effect: Adds a heavy blow, shattering, and protection features. During a burst of rage, it locks onto a target to deliver a combo. The power of each punch doubles that of the last. However, the shackles from the abyss will also double their binding force with each punch thrown."

"..."

This was indeed the case of 'unintentionally planting willows and willows into shade'!

Abel had never thought that the final 'deeply greed-ridden human soul' would come from this Navy colonel?!

But considering what this guy had done, it didn't seem surprising.

It was somewhat ironic though!

It was known that even the gamblers who had lost their minds could not foster such a greedy soul.

Good, now there was no need to consider ways to kill that Doug.

Compared to that, the probability of Doug 'yielding' was quite low.

"Is the next demon weapon form a handgun?"

Abel nodded to himself, but the conditions required for activation gave him a headache.

The number of 'fallen human souls' had increased by a hundred, needing a total of 299.

And it required one 'deeply enraged human soul'.

By now, even if he was not sensitive, he noticed that these special human souls likely corresponded to the seven deadly sins from legends!

The already appeared lust, greed, wrath, and the possibly upcoming pride, envy, sloth, and gluttony.

Seven demon weapon forms, seven human souls deeply steeped in the seven deadly sins.

This was probably no coincidence.

"The will of the number 7 is indeed everywhere!"

Abel couldn't help but make a little joke in his mind, in his good mood.

Although he really wanted to have Baby-5 transform into the knuckle duster form right now to have some fun,

The timing wasn't right, so he could only restrain himself.

At this moment, the only one who hadn't left and was still filled with curiosity towards him was Mr. Issho.

"Although the play has ended, could you satisfy a few of my questions, sir?"

Issho was always polite, insisting on using honorifics no matter who he was facing.

"Of course, Mr. Issho, please ask."

"May I know your name?"

"You flatter me. I am called Abel, full name Gustavus Abel."

Issho carefully savored this name, but after searching his memory for a long time, he had no recollection of it, and had to give up.

"Have we met before?"

"Today, at the casino outside."

"And before today?"

"We should not have met before."

"That's odd, Abel. You give me the impression that you've recognized me, as if you know who I am."

Could he actually sense that?

Abel was taken aback for a moment before suddenly remembering Issho's extraordinarily keen Observation Haki.

Alright, you're impressive, you're right.

But I won't admit it, what can you do to me?

"It might be an illusion. After all, there are always a few people in the world who, perhaps upon meeting each other for the first time, feel as if they have known each other for many years."

"Perhaps."

Issho shook his head, not delving deeper into this matter.

"Why did you say what you did at the end?"

Thinking back to Abel's final reasoning, Issho could not agree, prompting this question.

It seemed he did not want him to go astray.

Abel did not directly answer this question but instead posed another, "Mr. Issho, are you familiar with the Donquixote Family?"

Issho frowned, "I've heard a little."

"That makes it easier to explain. As an executive of the Donquixote Family, engaged in all sorts of heinous acts, including murder and arson, do I need any other reason?"

Abel gave him a brilliant smile.