One Piece Comics Heritage System

He was right. When he went to the New World, the world was already in chaos.

At first, it was because they caused riots in various places and attracted Marine to chase and intercept them, resulting in a significant loss of strength.

In addition to the four major organizations, the mafia all over the world has become a existence that everyone wants to fight.

West Blue!

"Brother, it's time to make a decision early."

Stark stood and walked around the room. Looking at his hands that kept rubbing, you could tell how nervous he was now.

Phil sat on the sofa, tapping the armrest with his fingers unhurriedly. "What are you anxious about?"

"Marine can't do anything to us yet."

Stark walked up to Phil, holding the armrests on both sides of the sofa with both hands, looking down at Phil.

"Brother, do you know what I'm talking about?"

"That adult is already dead, already dead, do you know?"

"Where will we go next?"

Phil pushed him away slowly.

"It's not a good thing to be too impatient."

He got up, went to the desk on the other side, sat down on the chair, opened the drawer, and took out a square piece of paper from the middle.

"Brother, what is this?" Stark ran to the table and asked eagerly.

Phil looked thoughtful and spoke slowly. "That sir's life paper."

Listening to what Phil said word by word, Stark seemed to be struck by lightning and slumped on the chair opposite.

"Brother, why are you so calm and composed? It turns out you already knew it." Stark calmed down and said frustratedly.

Phil put the life paper back into the drawer.

He said with a slightly condensed expression. "At first I thought he was going to die, but just yesterday."

As he spoke, Phil seemed to remember yesterday's scene.

Yesterday, he came to this room as usual. He originally planned to come in alone to think about what to do next, but when he opened the drawer, he found that the adult's life paper had burned to only a small piece.

This made him feel that it was a good opportunity, a God-given opportunity. No one wanted to have someone who could control them, so he wrote furiously on the table.

After writing for several hours, I read the new plan carefully several times and nodded with satisfaction.

Just when he looked ecstatic and wanted to issue a new order, he saw from the corner of his eye that the paper of life was actually growing slowly, which directly dampened his excitement.

He sat alone in the room for several hours, watching the fragment gradually grow back to its original shape.

Then in the room, burn the plan he just wrote.

After listening to Phil's self-narration, Stark gradually regained his energy.

"Doesn't that mean that nothing can be done?"

At this moment, Phil smiled softly. "Stark, do you know where this life paper came from?"

Stark shook his head, how could he know how the health value came from?

"I did this secretly behind the adult's back."

Stark said with a roll of his eyes. "That said, people in the other three sea areas don't know."

"It's not good if there are too many people eating cake, what do you think?"

Listening to his elder brother's tone, he knew what he was going to do next.

"I understand, brother, I'll make arrangements right away." Stark put on his beret, turned around and walked out of the room.

It's time to spread the power of the Capone family to other sea areas.

Under the influence of the Capone family, North Blue and South Blue took the lead in starting the turmoil.

As for the Bator family in East Blue, they escaped this disaster because Marine hero Garp kept returning to East Blue.

"That lord is not sure whether he is alive or dead right now, so I will postpone the payment of tribute to New World for now."

"Sir, this is not good, just in case..."

"Why, it's your turn to talk about what I'm doing?" Clyde, the patriarch of the South Blue Mafia family, looked at the member in front of him who reported the news angrily.

"Yes, patriarch."

After watching the little brother in front of him walk out of the room, he looked at the huge sea chart on the wall and smiled darkly. "You don't blame me. I have too much wealth. If you want to blame me, I can only blame you for dying on that unknown island."

Brady, the patriarch of the Mafia Mark family far away in North Blue, also made the same choice as him.

At the same time, the liaison officers in the two places were also killed.

"How's the communication?"

The signal team on Cake Island can receive messages from East Blue and West Blue, but has been unable to receive messages from North Blue and South Blue. It feels a little confusing.

They just thought there was a problem with the signal, so they quickly contacted other members of North Blue and South Blue.

"Hey, can you get it?"

"If you receive it, please answer it. If you receive it, please answer it."

"Hello?"

"what happened?"

The leader of the signal team, Jerrys, came to this room. Today is the time for Sihai to report its income, but there have been no mistakes before. What happened today?

"Team Leader Jerrys, I received a message here."

Hearing the cry of a member, Jerrys walked over quickly.

In front of this member is a talking phone bug, and there is a fax machine on the table. The fax machine slowly prints out six words.

Jerrys took the note and read it word for word. "South Blue, North Blue, autonomy!"

"Bang!" Jerrys finished reading these six words with a livid face and suddenly slapped the table.

"It's really against them."

Jerrys took the note and walked out of the communication room angrily. He wanted to pass this news to Master Linlin. I believe Master Linlin would not make them feel better if he knew this news.

He didn't expect that there were still people who wanted to rebel against Lord Karl's rule.

"what happens?"

"Why did the team leader leave so angry?"

The team members next to him looked at him curiously, with the words Eight Trigrams on their faces.

"It seems that South Blue and North Blue are rebelling, and they won't pay tribute." He spread his hands and spoke out.

The member next to him nodded thoughtfully. "It seems that they don't know that Master Karl has recovered yet."

In order to stabilize the impetuous people on the island, they had been informed of the fact that Lord Karl was still alive.

Because Mr. Karl’s life paper exudes a strong breath of life and cannot be faked.

"Who knows, maybe this way, we can find some traitors!" The team member stretched his hands behind his back and said lazily.

"That's true. Didn't you see that Wanokuni turned against you?"

After saying this, everyone around him laughed.

Laughing at them for not cherishing this wonderful time and living under Lord Karl's rule. What's wrong?

Aren’t the laws on the island fair enough?

In the New World, finding someone who speaks out for the common people is like finding a rare giant panda.

In this way, they can have food, drink, and clothing without being harsh on them. They only need a normal eight-hour work day, two days off on weekends, and never work overtime.

In such a magical day, there are still people who want to rebel. I really don’t know what is going on in their heads.