"That's a fallacy!"
Hearing David's words, Cobra couldn't hold back any longer.
"The Seven Warlords of the Sea have always been harmful. Since their establishment, they have done far more harm than good. Instead of using the funds to maintain this organization, we should use them to expand the Navy's power!"
“If it were truly harmful, the World Government wouldn’t have proposed it and let us pass it in the first place,” David said casually.
The Seven Warlords of the Sea were established through a proposal from the World Government, followed by a vote by the kings themselves.
“I agree with what King David said.” At this moment, Aquitaine, who was sitting quietly to the side, said, “Although I am new here, I have the right to speak at this meeting. I think King David is right.”
“I agree,” said Old K from the Kingdom of Two Horses.
By the way, his name is Alexander Francis.
"Agreed!" The kings of the four kingdoms of the North Sea answered in unison, like conjoined twins.
Finally, Lowe tapped the table lightly with his finger, leaned back in his chair arrogantly, and said, "I agree as well."
"Love...if you agree, I'll disagree!"
The King of the Flower Country glanced at him and sneered, "My Eight Treasures Navy was destroyed in Dressrosa, which must be related to the former Shichibukai Doflamingo. The Shichibukai are pests, there's no doubt about that."
"Oh? Why aren't your online army staying in your Flower Country? What are they doing in the New World?" Lowe laughed at him.
The King of the Flower Kingdom gasped, "You don't need to worry about that!"
Lowe shrugged: "I think King David is right. The Shichibukai system is not wrong. The problem is with the selection. If the Navy had been in charge of the selection, maybe your so-called 'Happo Navy' wouldn't have been wiped out... at least not in the New World. I might have taken them out long ago."
"Do you want to continue the war?! Lowe!" the King of the Flower Kingdom roared.
“Sure, I’m all for it,” Lowe sneered.
The Insect Kingdom wasn't afraid of the Flower Kingdom before, and now Lowe is even less afraid. He just joined the 'Debon', and even if the support from the North Sea and the New World isn't very timely, the West Sea itself still has the Twin Horse Kingdom, which means two countries are fighting against one, so he's even less afraid.
"Alright, this is the World Conference!"
The king of one of the countries acting as the speaker advised, "This meeting is for us to resolve conflicts and formulate policies. Don't stir up trouble between your countries here. We are all member states of the World Government and should contribute to peace. How about this, should we abolish the Seven Warlords of the Sea, or delegate their power and trust the Navy? Let's begin the vote."
...
Zatannosen.
"Lieutenant General Smoker, please tilt this side a little, yes, that's it, make your expression a little more fierce, very good, the smoke covers half of your face, and with my camera angle and your expression, no one will recognize you."
On a beach, Smoker listened to the photographer's words, twitching his lips and striking a pose with an unusually awkward expression.
A skilled naval officer from a nearby naval branch was taking photos of them.
Such photos, of course, cannot be taken by newspaper reporters, as it would easily expose the deception. The best option is for them to handle it internally and then hand it over internally.
"Smoker, your expression is so awkward. Can't you just film properly?" Kuro said, chewing on a cigar.
"Come on, don't give me that!"
Smoker's temple bulged with a vein, and he turned around and roared, "I can't make that face!"
At this moment, he was wearing a black pirate bandana with a skull painted on it, covering his hair. Without hair, his scarred face looked even more ferocious.
"You're the one who shouldn't be so nice. Your face doesn't look like that of a good person at all, especially after all those scars. You don't even need makeup if you just stand there."
Kuro exhaled a puff of smoke and said to the photographer, "Just take a blurry picture of him."
Click!
As soon as Kuro finished speaking, the photographer took the picture and nodded, saying, "Alright, Lieutenant General."
"Tch, what a hassle." Smoker straightened up and said to Kuro, "You're next, let's see how you do it."
"Can I still be like you?"
Kuro reached out and smoothed up the stray hairs that had parted in the middle again after taking a bath. This time, he used his ability to fix them in place, leaving only a single strand of hair on his forehead, revealing his domineering and arrogant aura once more.
Like that big boss who keeps clamoring to ascend the 'throne of heaven', or more like a fully-fledged guild leader.
"Come on, take a picture!"
Kuro casually struck a pose and addressed the photographer.
"Oh!! Perfect!"
Even the amateur, part-time photographer Navy was quite taken aback by Kuro's casual hair-flipping gesture, exclaiming in admiration:
"Lieutenant General, you've captured so much footage with just this casual shot; any one of it would be perfectly suitable!"
Click!
Click!
Click!
As he spoke, he pressed the shutter several times, snapping a series of photos of Kuro, and excitedly exclaimed:
"He's a born criminal, fantastic, Lieutenant General!"
Do you have any manners?!
Kuro's forehead veins bulged. "I'm a Marine! You better watch yourself! What kind of criminal are you!"
"Yes, Lieutenant General! Would you like to strike a few more poses? I think there are too many good subjects to choose from."
As he spoke, he quickly showed Kuro the film that he had taken.
All the photos were taken from excellent angles, or rather, they were great even when taken casually.
Because Kuro is good-looking; compared to Smoker's somewhat fierce expression, he is considered a handsome man in the Navy.
"Why should he get to pose so easily, while I have to pose for so long?" Smoker said, somewhat annoyed. "Why can he just take a picture whenever he wants, but I have to pose for so long?"
“The difference in appearance can’t be made up for, Smoker,” Kuro laughed.
The old man... is despicable.
Kuzan, although he's gone, he used to be a lazy madao with a listless look on his face.
Sakazuki...
He acts like a yakuza boss.
Then, the additional scheme, involving the same sleazy man, is not mentioned.
Zhan Guo Sang's hairstyle is no good.
Garp... a hothead, he's old and shameless, a stubborn old man.
What's so good about it?
Kuro could call himself the most handsome man in the Navy; that was absolute confidence.
"You want something better, right? Yes, we do have one."
Kuro thought for a moment, then reached out and beckoned, simultaneously taking to the air.
A huge shadow appeared in the sky.
Countless swords and blades rained down around him, densely packed, their edges pointing forward and gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Kuro casually stopped against a pillar, crossed his arms, and with an arrogant look in his eyes, uttered to those below, "Mongrel!"
Hey, he's just a skewer guy~
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