An electromagnetic fruit is playing a trick in the pirate world

Sabo and Kral changed their expressions to curious ones.

But unlike Dorag, they thought Lot was just bragging.

Lotte took in the expressions of the three people and naturally knew what each of them was thinking.

"If we want to fundamentally solve this problem, the most important thing is to make the lower-class people feel happy in their basic lives."

"Happiness?" Sabo and Klar tilted their heads in confusion, but after a while, they nodded, knowing that what Lot said was true.

After getting the approval of the three, Lotte continued, "Then do you know who is the biggest opponent that prevents people from achieving happiness?"

This time, not only Sabo and Klar, but even Dorag shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.

“That’s power.”

After hearing Lot's opinion, Sabo and Klar looked confused, while Dorag nodded with some understanding.

"You have to know that the core of a kingdom or an organization is not the power and leadership within it."

“It’s precisely those most basic people.”

Hearing this, Dorag's eyes became brighter. Even if Sabo and Klar were stupid, they knew what Lot meant.

"Therefore, the key to ensuring the happiness of grassroots people is to reduce their burden and ensure that their own vital interests are protected."

Dorag couldn't help but take out a pen and paper and started recording.

However, what awaited him next was: "There are many, many details to be done here, so I won't elaborate on them one by one."

"I'll take you to see my kingdom when I get a chance, and then you'll understand the difference between what I do and what you do."

Dorag stopped writing, "Then Lord Laulot will be there."

Lotte swallowed the last mouthful of coffee and said, "No problem, now let's talk about cooperation."

Dorag's eyes lit up. He had originally given up on cooperating with Lot, but Lot brought it up.

He nodded quickly, "Okay!"

However, the cooperation that Loto talked about was not the same as what he had in mind. "We, the Loto Pirates, will definitely have a decisive battle with the World Government in the end. By then, I hope that your Revolutionary Army will be able to stand on the same front with us."

"Ok?"

Dragon thought that Lot would ask for a huge sum of money, or make the Revolutionary Army a subsidiary of the Lot Pirate Group.

Is this the result?

He looked unconvinced and asked, "Is that all?"

Lotte tilted his head and thought carefully, "Oh! There is one more."

He glanced at the three people and said lightly, "I hope that you, the Revolutionary Army, will not hinder the actions of our Loto Pirates."

Upon hearing this, Dorag's heart sank. Lotte's words were obviously full of warning.

But he didn't know what action Lotte was talking about, so he could only ask, "I wonder what Lord Lotte is referring to?"

Lotte scratched the back of his head and said, "I don't know how to explain it, I'll tell you when we meet."

Klar couldn't help but roll his eyes and muttered quietly: "It's better not to say it."

Although the sound was so quiet that even Sabo beside him couldn't hear it clearly, Lot certainly heard it.

He could only spread his hands and said, "I can't explain it clearly right now. When you come to visit my country, you will understand."

Dorag couldn't help but ask, "Then when will Lord Lot have time to take us to visit your capital?"

Lotte rolled his eyes and said, "I'll take you to see the new world once I've established myself there. I won't let you down."

Dragon's heart sank. It turned out that for people of this level, only the New World was worthy of their battlefield.

After Lotte finished speaking, he clapped his hands and stood up. "Okay, I've said everything I need to say. I'll leave first. I wish us a happy cooperation."

Seeing this, Dorag also stood up and said, "I'll take you out."

Sabo and Ling'er also stood up.

"Lotte, I want to know how strong you are."

When Lot turned around, he met Sabo's fighting eyes, and he sighed in his heart: Can't you hold it in anymore?

He nodded to Sabo and said, "Let's go, I'll show you the fighting power of the world's number one."

Hearing Lotte's slightly showy words, Klar couldn't help but roll his eyes.

...

"Sabo, right? Make your move."

In an open field, Lot and Sabo stood face to face.

Sabo was not polite either. He wrapped his armed color domineering around the water pipe, and suddenly the whole pipe turned as black as ink.

"Be careful!"

After saying that, he pushed his legs hard, creating a huge hole in the ground, and rushed towards Lotte at a high speed.

Lot stood there without dodging, allowing the water pipe to hit his head.

Soon, the dark water pipe came into close contact with Lot's head.

There was a loud "bang" and a lot of sparks appeared between the water pipe and Lot's head.

But Sabo felt that he was not hitting his head, but rather hitting extremely hard seastone.

"what?"

He had a look of disbelief. Even though the attack just now could only be considered a test, even the leader didn't dare to take it head-on.

But this Lotte not only caught it with his head, but also seemed to be very relaxed.

He used the momentum to do a backflip and landed back on the ground again, and couldn't help but get serious.

Lotte touched his head and said, "Hmm~ That's a very powerful move. Any more moves? Let's continue."

Sabo made a dragon claw pose with his right hand and concentrated the armament color domineering in his hand.

With a cry of "Dragon's Breath!"

Then he grabbed Lot's face.

Lot stretched out his right hand and collided with the 'Dragon Claw' with just two fingers.

Suddenly, an invisible shock wave spread around.

But the stalemate only lasted for a moment, and Sabo flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

It didn't stop until it crashed into the trunk of a huge mangrove tree.

Seeing this, Klar quickly ran towards Sabo.

And Lot used electromagnetic teleportation to appear in front of Sabo before her.

He reached out and pulled Sabo out of the tree trunk, then teleported back to the field with Sabo.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Along with a few coughs, blood flowed unconsciously from the corner of Sabo's mouth. It was obvious that Lot's attack had seriously injured him.

Klar quickly ran up to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Lot with a reproachful look on his face.

Lot felt a little embarrassed by this look. He touched his nose and didn't know what to say.

Sabo looked at Lot, who was as young as him, and couldn't help feeling shocked.

He could feel the huge gap between himself and Lot, even bigger than the gap between him and Long.

I originally thought that the report that Lot defeated the siege of the three admirals was just an exaggeration by the World Government.

Now it seems that Lot's strength is even greater than before.

Then I became a little confused again.

Why is there such a big gap between me and my peers even though I practice hard day and night?

Even Mr. Long and Big Bear boasted about their own talents.

But such talent doesn't seem to be worth much in front of Lotte.

Looking at Sabo's uncertain face, Lot certainly knew what Sabo was thinking.

As the sworn brother of his two disciples, he naturally would not attack Sabo.

He comforted her, "Sabo, you don't have to belittle yourself. My situation is different from yours."

"You are very powerful and one of the most gifted people I have ever seen. Your talents should be comparable to those of my two disciples."

Sabo raised his head when he heard this. "You mean, you are actually an old immortal?"

Lotte couldn't help but punched Sabo on the head, "I just turned eighteen this year~"

Sabo was speechless, but Lot's next words made his eyes light up.

"You must know my two apprentices. One is called Ace and the other is called Luffy."

As he spoke, Lot took out the only remaining animal-type devil fruit from the system space and handed it to Sabo.

The figure disappeared from the field, leaving only an electromagnetic wave that reached Sabo's ears:

"You are their sworn brother. I don't have anything good, so just take this as a gift."

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