The Pirate of the Void Throne

"This...this seems to be Mr. 5's attack method."

"That's right, it's just Mr. 5's fruit power...how could it appear in someone else!?"

Miss. and Miss. Merry Christmas looked at each other with both hands, showing expressions of uncertainty.

Swish swish! !

Without any warning, three sharp sounds pierced the air.

Miss.'s body suddenly froze with both fingers.

As a sharp pain spread throughout her body, she looked down and her pupils suddenly contracted.

Three bloody holes with wisps of smoke suddenly appeared on her legs and arms.

Scarlet blood slowly flowed out.

Her injuries and loss of energy caused her legs to weaken and she fell to the ground.

"Wh... when?"

Miss. looked up at Fan Oka not far away with her fingers, a look of confusion in her eyes.

There is no chance to react or dodge.

The gap between them is really too far.

She couldn't believe that as a Devil Fruit user in Alabasta, she could be crushed by others.

Fan Oka didn't care about this, as if he had done a trivial thing, without any disturbance in his heart.

"By being distracted in front of the enemy, you are too underestimated."

"Fate will not favor people like you..."

Fan Oka put the smoke-emitting spear on his shoulder and grinned at the corner of his mouth.

"Miss. Two fingers!!"

Looking at the hands of Miss. who lost her fighting power in an instant, the middle-aged woman Miss. Merry Christmas, who looked like a human mole, was stunned, and her face became extremely pale.

An invisible fear gripped her.

Van Oka's gun is too fast.

In the original work, even the extremely powerful Ace couldn't react and was instantly hit by Van Oka's bullet.

If Ace hadn't been a user with natural devil fruit abilities and could elementally become immune to normal attacks, he would have been severely damaged.

Miss. Merry Christmas cautiously turned to look at Van Oka, only to find that the latter was grinning at him.

"!!"

Miss. Merry Christmas was so excited that she thought this smile was very scary.

Without saying a word, she immediately dug a hole on the spot and went straight into the ground. She began to tremble, not even daring to raise her head above the ground.

Miss. Merry Christmas is a Mole Fruit user, a Mole Man, who can transform into a mole and dig holes underground for use in combat.

After seeing his opponent go underground, Fan Oka shrugged his shoulders.

"It seems that this mouse is hiding underground and is afraid to come out..."

"I'll leave the dancing fans to you. I have no interest in this kind of thing."

Fan Oka turned to look at Weiwei and Ikarem and said in a casual tone.

"it is good!"

Weiwei nodded and said to Fan Oka with a serious expression:

"Then I'm counting on you here!"

"Although I know you are helping because of Kosa, I still thank you very much!"

After Weiwei bowed politely and thanked her, she raised her steps and ran towards the warehouse where the dancing powder was placed with firm eyes.

Now the most important thing is to make the sky rain!

Only rain can stop this war and defeat Crocodile.

The sooner the better!

There was no one blocking the way now, so Weiwei and Ikarem could soon cross the battlefield.

But at this moment,

The ground suddenly squirmed, and a bulging bag quickly chased towards Weiwei and Ikarem, and was about to catch up with Weiwei.

But it was Miss. Merry Christmas who remembered Crocodile's order not to let anyone pass through this street to find dancing fans.

Seeing that he was about to be overtaken, Ikarem stopped and shouted with a serious face:

"Your Highness Weiwei, please leave first. I'll leave this place to the old minister. You can't say anything..."

Bang! !

Before Ikarem finished speaking, a bullet accurately sank into the bulging sandbag.

Bullet holes the size of fingers appeared, and a faint smoke rose.

The squirming sandbag suddenly became quiet and motionless.

"Since you like the underground, just lie there forever."

"Besides, after being thanked by someone, you still need to give some kind of response..."

Van Oka played with the spear in his hand and grinned.

"Oh, right!"

"Kosa seems to have asked me for a favor as well, so it doesn't seem too late to go now."

"Perhaps, I can also witness this miraculous battle with my own eyes..."

Fan Oka murmured to himself, and suddenly remembered what Kosha had discussed with him on the way here.

"let me see……"

"This is probably right here. It's really a good vantage point..."

Fan Oka looked up at the tall buildings and strode forward.

His amazing eyesight allows him to easily find targets.

As for the sandbags on the ground, Fan Oka never looked at them again after he fired the shot.

Because he was very confident in his marksmanship, there was no chance that the old woman under the ground would survive.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Miss. Merry Christmas was shot through the head and was already dead.

As Van Oka said, give her a good burial place.

From Van Oka's shooting to turning around, everything actually happened in a short moment.

"..."

Ikarem was still in a daze, his face full of confusion.

Before he could finish his words, the battle was over! ?

This was too fast. His brewing emotions had not yet been vented.

"Your Highness Weiwei!?"

Icarem turned around and took a look, only to find that Weiwei had already disappeared...

Apparently during the time he stopped, Weiwei had disappeared.

"Your Highness Weiwei, wait for me!!"

Ikarem suddenly became anxious. Fortunately, he was also very familiar with the palace, so he quickly chased after him along the road.

On the gradually quiet streets,

Suddenly there was a weak and hoarse voice.

"Why...why didn't you kill me?"

"Based on your strength, the first shot should have ended my life. Why... did you avoid all vital points?"

MIss. Lying on the ground with his fingers, he looked at Fan Oka's tall back with a spear on his shoulder, his blue eyes full of confusion.

As an enemy, the only outcome of defeat is death.

The corpses of his companions beside him clearly showed that the man in front of him was not a soft-hearted person.

She didn't understand why the powerful, cold-faced man in front of her didn't take her life.

"why……"

Fan Oka suddenly stopped and a plain voice came from afar:

"Originally, I would never leave anyone alive."

"But Kosha told me that if I meet a bar owner with a blue afro and a twitchy walk, I can spare her life if conditions permit."

"If you ask why...just think of it as repaying the free glass of wine."

After hearing such a simple reason, MIss.'s fingers froze for a moment, and a flash of nostalgia and recollection flashed in her eyes.

Past events come to mind.

If Fan Oka hadn't mentioned it, she would have forgotten such a trivial matter.

A free drink in exchange for your life.

This ridiculous thing is simply unbelievable.

MIss. Two fingers still remember that Kosha came to the bar alone, wanted to buy arms, and was exhausted for Yuba's stability.

As the leader of a city of tens of millions of people, he can't even afford a glass of wine.

While she admired the boss behind the scenes, she secretly laughed at Kosha in her heart.

Unexpectedly, it was this once trivial matter that now saved his life.

Kosha...what an amazing man...

Contrary to the ruthless iron law that baroque working companies do not need waste and die if the task fails, MIss.'s fingers felt a different kind of warmth.

It turns out that doing good things will really pay off.

You don't need to do great things, you can have your own kindness, even doing some small things on weekdays is enough.

"If you meet Kosha...please say thank you to me."

"Also, thank you."

MIss. put her hands on her face, showing a smile from the bottom of her heart.

The words of gratitude echoed gently in my ears.

Fan Oka did not respond or look back.

He just raised his feet and walked forward with his spear.

Under the sunset light.

The whole street seemed a little warmer.

"It turns out that being thanked...is a good feeling."

Fan Oka talked to himself and gradually walked away.