One Piece meme: Starting with eight extraordinary skills

Yang Ming's eyes followed the office signs along the way, and he finally found his target when he reached the top floor of the Tower of Justice.

CP9 Commander's Office.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Yang Ming's Zanpakuto sliced ​​through the locked iron gate in two as easily as a hot knife through butter.

The door snapped shut, revealing a previously unknown side of the office.

Iron horse, whip, shackles, candle...

A young woman covered in bruises knelt before Spandane. Her tattered clothes could not conceal her natural beauty, and her milky white skin was covered with whip marks left by the beatings.

Spandane held a flintlock pistol, its muzzle pointed at the woman. As Yang Ming kicked the door open, he let out a wild laugh.

"Didn't you want to save these bastards?"

"I'll kill them all now, what can you do about it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Spandam pulled the trigger.

The bullet pierced through the back of the young woman's head, and her lifeless body lay on its back on the ground. Like the other corpses lying in pools of blood, she stared at the boy who had come before her, her mouth slightly open, as if accusing him of this rotten world.

Spandane whistled, sat casually in his executive chair, and said:

"Kid, I admit you're strong, but in this world, strength alone is useless; only power is the ultimate justice!"

"I have the Celestial Dragons behind me. Even if a Marine Admiral comes, at most he can only arrest me and put me in jail."

"Kid, no matter how strong you are, what can you do to me?"

"Do you dare to kill me?"

Chapter 33 The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility

Yang Ming knew from a very early age that the world was unfair.

Eight hundred years ago, twenty countries formed the World Government, and nineteen royal descendants called themselves the Celestial Dragons. They divided the people in the world into three, six, and nine classes: those who were close to the Celestial Dragons were the upper class, those with power were the middle class, and those without status or power were the lower class.

Without a doubt, these young women, imprisoned by Spandam in his office for amusement, were the kind of low-class people with no status or power.

Therefore, Spandam, who considers himself of superior status, believes he can trample on the dignity of these inferior people, and even their lives, at will.

Some people might think that Yang Ming's view of protecting the lives of these lower-class people as an honor is a foolish thing to do.

However, people who hold this view often abandon their dignity and kneel on the ground when facing the powerful and wealthy, just to win their pitiful charity.

A person who does not value the dignity and lives of his fellow countrymen is destined to have a servile nature lingering in his bones.

In any world, in principle, all people are equal.

Those in high positions often fear that future generations will overthrow their power and wealth, so they establish a strict set of social norms to categorize people and ensure that the descendants of the powerful will always be powerful, the descendants of the rich will always be rich, and the descendants of the poor will always be poor.

"No one is born noble, nor is anyone born poor."

As Yang Ming's deep voice echoed in the office, he stepped into a pool of blood, splashing blood everywhere. The Zanpakuto he was dragging in his hand burst into flames, instantly evaporating the remaining bloodstains on the floor into a cloud of blood mist.

"You have no right to control these people's lives."

Amidst a blood-red haze, a pair of scarlet eyes appeared and disappeared. Yang Ming's face was slightly blurred, but his voice seemed to come from hell. Every word struck Spandam's heart, tearing away his feigned composure and revealing his fearful and uneasy expression.

Spandane took a flintlock pistol from under his desk, loaded it with bullets with trembling hands, and pointed it at Yang Ming.

"If you come any closer, I'm going to shoot!"

The so-called powerful and wealthy are nothing more than a group of people who rely on their privileges and bully others. Once their emperor's new clothes are torn off and their true colors are exposed in the sunlight, they are no different from ordinary people, and may even be more despicable.

Seeing that Yang Ming ignored his advice, Spandam roared as if venting his anger and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Smoke billowed from the gun barrel as a bullet was fired.

Whether it was because Spandain was really incompetent or because he was too nervous, the bullet missed its mark and grazed Yang Ming's cheek.

When Yang Ming arrived before him, Spandam looked at the figure shrouded in blood mist, who seemed like a demon emerging from hell. His throat bobbed for a moment, and his voice became shrill and choked with tension, like that of a eunuch.

"You can't kill me!"

"I am backed by the Roswald family, a Celestial Dragon! If you kill me, the Roswald family will not let you off the hook. Even the Marine Headquarters cannot protect you. You will be wanted with an enormous bounty and will have to live a life of hiding for the rest of your life!"

"Kid, I know you're a rising star being groomed by the Navy Headquarters. You have a bright future ahead of you, and you might even become a Navy Admiral someday. There's no need for you to..."

Before Spandam could finish speaking, a flaming Zanpakuto severed his head.

Spandane raised his head high, his expression frozen, his eyes wide open, as if he never expected that this devilish boy would actually dare to kill him!

How dare he!

Isn't he afraid of offending the Celestial Dragons?

Endless regret and remorse became Spandam's final sorrow; he died with his eyes wide open, his head rolling to the ground.

Amidst the crimson mist, scarlet eyes revealed a chilling glint.

"If this world is full of parasites like you, what does it matter if I become an executioner with blood on my hands?"

When Smoker and his group of five arrived late, they were shocked to see this scene before them.

Compared to them, the boy was not tall, but at this moment, in the blood mist, his figure seemed to grow infinitely taller.

Smoker and his five companions stared at their CP9 commander lying in a pool of blood, their mouths agape as if they could swallow a salted duck egg.

Yang Ming slowly turned around and said in a deep voice:

"I took responsibility for my actions. I killed the person; it has nothing to do with you."

Upon hearing this, Smoker and his four companions shuddered, as if greatly stimulated, and immediately voiced their support:

"Captain, count us in for killing this scum!"

"Yes, Captain! Even if we have to go on the run in the future, how can we be left out?"

Yang Ming's gaze swept across the faces of Smoker and the other four. Their eyes were clear and bright, just like the purity of justice in their hearts.

Please give the victims a proper burial.

After giving his instructions, the young man found a sofa in the corner of the office and plopped down.

The battle with Rob Lucci had exhausted all his strength. He was only able to hold on until now by sheer willpower. Now that he had basically finished his work, all the fatigue immediately surged into Yang Ming's mind like a tidal wave, making him feel drowsy.

Tina had somehow gotten to Yang Ming's side.

She gently placed Yang Ming's head on her long, slender thighs, and her delicate fingers rested on his temples, gently massaging them.

A pleasant fragrance wafted over, and with Tina's unique massage techniques, Yang Ming's body could no longer take it. He slowly closed his eyes, and his consciousness drifted into a deep sleep.

Jonathan looked around at the mess in the office and said:

“CP9 is, after all, an intelligence agency directly under the World Government. If the captain kills the CP9 commander, he will likely face scrutiny from the World Government. I don’t think this CP9 commander is a good person; he probably didn’t do anything good during his tenure. Let’s hurry up and collect evidence of his illegal activities in the office so that we can help the captain get through this difficult time.”

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

Smoker transformed into a wisp of smoke, collected the ragged body of the young woman, and buried her in a secluded spot on Enies Lobby.

The others began rummaging through drawers and examining various documents.

Thanks to Spandam's incompetence, this guy had absolutely no sense of secrecy, and everything he did during his tenure was listed in the documents.

"Eleven years ago, Spandam was rejected by Nico Olvia and, in a fit of rage, secretly investigated her through CP9 agents. He discovered that she was a historian investigating the Void Century and secretly reported her to the Navy. However, Haguval D. Saul was too lenient and let her go. So he informed the Five Elders and obtained the power to launch the Buster Call, turning Ohara Island into a scorched wasteland."

"10 years ago..."

"9 years ago..."

The documents record Spandain's many misdeeds.

Abuse of public office for personal gain, embezzlement, dereliction of duty, and using power for personal benefit...

I don’t know, I’m scared.

Spandam is the worst of the worst; he did nothing but despicable things during his tenure.

Smoker and the others had heard about the Ohara incident 11 years ago, but they never expected that the origin of the incident was actually Spandam's unrequited love for historian Nicole Olvia.

"This guy died just like that, it's too easy for him!"

Smoker's hands, gripping the documents, trembled slightly, a sign of his anger.

Jonathan remained calm, carefully categorizing the evidence against Spandane, and said in a deep voice:

"It is precisely because there are so many corrupt elements in this world that our navy should uphold our justice!"

When Yang Ming finally woke up, six hours had passed.

After a good night's sleep, Yang Ming felt that his lost strength had finally been restored.

"Are you awake?"

A gentle voice came from beside his ear, and Yang Ming realized that he was resting his head on Tina's lap.

Yang Ming quickly got up and saw that Tina's legs were numb and she couldn't move for a moment. He said:

"Thanks a lot."

Tina shook her head, raised her delicate fingers to smooth Yang Ming's messy bangs, and looked at the blood-covered boy with a hint of heartache, saying:

"I'm not tired at all, the one who's been working the hardest is the team leader."

A gentle breeze caressed her, her short pink hair fluttering in the wind, and her bright, beautiful eyes sparkled with heartfelt concern.

Feeling Tina's sincere concern, Yang Ming felt a warmth in his heart.

Smoker and the others had already packed up the evidence related to Spandam. After Tina stretched her muscles, Yang Ming and his group left Enies Lobby directly.

During the return journey, Yang Ming encountered no more enemies and returned to the three-masted sailing ship without incident.

The killing of the CP9 commander was a matter of great importance, so Yang Ming immediately contacted Chief Instructor Ze Fu via Den Den Mushi and explained the whole story in detail.

There was only deathly silence on the other end of the Den Den Mushi.

After a long while, Chief Instructor Zefa's slightly tired voice finally came through:

"You brat, it's too late for you to tell me all this now!"

“Those old guys from the CP organization reported to the Five Elders several hours ago, and now the Five Elders have handed the matter over to the World Government’s Commander-in-Chief, Air Marshal, to handle.”

"Even if you don't report this to me, you will soon receive an emergency notice from the Navy Headquarters that a warship will escort you back."