The huge wave sweeping the anime world

"You are the first person in these years who can be so presumptuous in front of us."

The blond Peter Saint took off his suit without any concealment, revealing the white shirt underneath.

"The leading wild boars are silent, so why did you, a little bug, jump out first? Do you really think that the terrifying self-healing ability that is terrifying to mortals will work on me?"

Brother Jason didn't want to indulge these arrogant men, so he took off his shirt as well. The difference was that he didn't have a shirt underneath, revealing the empty wound.

"It's not my slash, it should be an attack of a higher level..."

As soon as Nasujuro Sheng took a look at the wound, his eyes were deeply attracted and he couldn't pull his eyes away even if he wanted to.

This wound seemed to contain endless swordsmanship. He seemed to see a white light descending from the sky, and he came to an open space under the guidance of the white light.

Opposite him stood a man in black clothes. His face could not be seen clearly, but the aura he exuded made him want to become his disciple.

"Are you an idiot? You took the initiative to pull my wound. Are you sick?"

Jason's roaring curses ruined the mood at an inopportune time. The new world in the eyes of Saint Nasu Shoulang gradually dissipated, and the immortal was getting farther and farther away. It was as if a piece of his heart was taken away from him.

After returning to reality, Nasu Shouro Sheng stood there in a daze. The other four people looked at Nasu Shouro Sheng who seemed to have lost his soul, and tried calling his name twice, but he still did not respond.

"What did you do to him?"

Saint Satan approached and shook Saint Nasujuro a few times, wondering if he could use physical means to wake him up.

"There are so many kinds of weapons, but he just practiced the sword. He didn't practice the upper sword, and after practicing the lower sword, he practiced the silver sword. Congratulations to him, he finally practiced the fork splitting."

"The wounds on my body were inflicted by a powerful person whom you have never seen before. The surging sword power cannot be completely suppressed even at my peak, not to mention that my strength is only one tenth of what it is now. However, you should be thankful that my suppression methods are very good, so as long as you do not actively approach him, the abyss will not swallow you."

"You little golden retriever, your friend is in this state because of you, stop showing off your muscles for no reason, you guys are really nothing, carry your friend away and let him rest for a few days first."

Brother Jason closed his eyes, muttered a few words in a low voice, and pinched something with his left hand.

A minute later, Brother Jason suddenly opened his eyes, stopped calculating with his hands, shook his head, and said to Saint Wouchuri.

"This pony is fine now, but his mind has been exposed to too much sword intent, and his ability to accept it has not reached a very high level, so his brain is confused for a while. He will remain in a semi-free state for about 49 days. During this period, he will not have any instinctive behavior except breathing. Remember to arrange for someone to feed him. Give him more meat dishes to nourish his body so that he won't collapse."

"Blend all the meat into soup and force it into his mouth. You can handle excretion on your own. If the Five Elders don't have any disability safety benefits, then don't do anything with the world government. Just turn it into a public toilet."

"Don't look at me like that. He is possessed. I have just scolded him to wake him up. Otherwise, it would be nice if the Five Elders could become Four Elders. Alas, that won't work either. The Five Elders are the face of the World Government. If they suddenly become four, the world will be in chaos. I am so scared. I really want to have someone to rely on to help me shelter from the wind and rain. It's a pity that a child away from home has no one to love him and has to carry it all on his own."

Brother Jason crossed his arms and hugged himself. The eyes of the Five Elders became a little confused. Half of the content of the other party's speech made them think deeply and terrified, and the other half made them feel physically uncomfortable and wanted to vomit out the lunch they had eaten together at noon.

"I remember you have a replacement mechanism, which should be enough to fill the vacancy, but I remember that the red-haired captain is not very capable. Is he convincing enough? How about I fill the vacancy? How much is the monthly salary? I don't have to work on weekends? Do I have to pay five insurances and one housing fund? Can the labor contract be signed now?"

Brother Jason didn't pay attention to the changing expressions on the faces of the people present, and continued to perform his one-man show as usual.

"I hope so. You seem to know a lot about our information, whether it's personal information or unspeakable truths. I admire you for knowing everything about it."

Saint Wouchuri sat on the stool placed by the guards, his face finally calm.

The best opportunity to attack has been missed. When Nasujuro Sei was hit just now, he did not even transform into a skeleton horse form.

The other party killed one of them while chatting and laughing, so there was no need to fight.

"Why do you conspirators like to judge others by your own standards? My brother Jason has always acted in an upright manner. If I say I won't hurt his life, I won't hurt his life. If he doesn't wake up after forty-nine days, remember to call my president. I will perform a magic dance for him and his soul will come back. If he is lucky, he will also benefit from his dreams. It all depends on his talent and luck."

Brother Jason sat on the stool to the right of Saint Vochuli with a carefree look on his face, and the saliva he spit out while he was talking hit his suit.

"As for how I know so much, I told you at the beginning. Our president knows this and asked me to come and threaten you so that his business can be revitalized."

Saint Vouchuri's eyes kept turning, and so did his thoughts. He really couldn't connect the mastermind who fooled everyone in the World Government of the Five Elders with the clown who had been living under surveillance.

"Can we continue our conversation then?"

Following Saint Wochuri's instructions, Saint Maz picked up the Den Den Mushi that had fallen to the ground from Saint Nasujuro's hands and placed it in front of the two of them.

"Boss, did you hear that? They haven't seen you for a long time and they miss you so much. You can greet each other and chat about family matters, and then talk about business."

"Will the company reimburse me for the business trip expense report? If not, I believe that the world government, which is rich in the entire world, will not be stingy in giving me one or two devil fruits, right? I can just sell them on the black market for a good price to supplement my family's income."

Brother Jason took the Den Den Mushi and asked the numb Morganus on the other end while yawning.

"Reimburse. Whether you want to reimburse or not is another matter. Hurry up and give the Den Den Mushi to the Saint Wokuri who has been admiring me from afar but never teasing me. I want to reminisce about the good old days with him."

Morgans no longer dared to open his eyes. He originally thought that it was a good deal of secret cooperation. Even if a flaw was revealed, he could just turn around and sell out Maha, and the Five Elders might let him go.

But now there is no room for turning back. The orange cat's behavior and what Maha asked him to say are no different from shitting on the heads of the Five Elders.

Even if he sold his wealth decisively, these five men would smash his bones and make soup out of him.