I, Broly, began by destroying the pirate world.

47. To follow Lord Broly to the death.

The next morning, countless newspaper birds flew out from the gates of newspaper offices all over the world.

Whenever they encountered an inhabited island or a sailing ship, they would drop the day's newspaper from their cloth bag.

Many people who had just woken up stared in surprise at the newspapers that had fallen from the sky.

Everyone in this world knows that newspaper birds only distribute newspapers for free when a major event occurs that shakes the world order.

But lately, the frequency of free offers has been too high.

Last time, two of the Five Elders and the leader of the Knights of God were kidnapped by Broly. Only three months have passed. What happened this time?

On a street corner in the Sabaody Archipelago, Rayleigh, who had just walked out of the casino, took off his wig and muttered to himself in frustration, "I've lost everything again... I need to hurry up and get some more Berry."

Less than a year after Roger's fall, unlike twenty years later when he swaggered into the slave auction house, this right-hand man of the Pirate King had to restrain his brilliance.

The so-called disguise was nothing more than wearing a wig and sunglasses.

Fortunately, the casino was a mixed bag, and everyone's attention was focused on the gambling table, so no one recognized his identity.

"Clatter—"

A newspaper landed right at Raleigh's feet.

Rayleigh hesitated for a moment before bending down to pick it up, muttering weakly, "That miser Morgans has been quite generous lately..."

But the moment he unfolded the newspaper, his sleepiness vanished instantly.

Rayleigh subconsciously checked the newspaper's signature—it was indeed the World News Economic Daily, not some pornographic book.

His fingertips trembled, and when his gaze fell upon the three wrinkled old faces above, sticking out their tongues, rolling their eyes, and making peace signs, his stomach churned, and he almost vomited.

For Rayleigh, who had slept with a supreme succubus, this kind of stimulation was still too strong.

After a long while, Rayleigh finally snapped out of his daze and noticed another detail in the newspaper—the figure appearing so frequently was none other than Gild Tezzolo, nicknamed "The Lackey," with a bounty of eight million Berries.

The reason he was given the nickname "lackey" was because the World Government used it to mock his shameless behavior of following Broly.

Suppressing his discomfort, Rayleigh's gaze fell on the names on the three faces—Gringu Palace, Satan Palace, and Maz Palace.

"This name... why does it sound so familiar?"

A few seconds later, Rayleigh was struck dumb, and blurted out a curse: "Damn it! Aren't these the three Celestial Dragons who were kidnapped by Broly two months ago?!"

……

Deep within the World Government, the Three Elders continue their endless meetings in their offices.

This time, the core of their discussion was how to facilitate Broly's encounter with the planted mole and take the opportunity to infiltrate Broly's ranks.

After arguing for a long time, Nassshurou spoke up: "Why don't we give the undercover agents the identity of orphans and let them beg on the streets? If Broly happens to encounter them when he passes by, it might arouse his sympathy and get him to board the ship."

"Compassion?"

Vochuli immediately scoffed, bluntly retorting, "Do you think Broly is the kind of person who would sympathize with orphans?"

Just as the argument was about to escalate, the office door was suddenly kicked open.

"My lords! My lords!"

Spandam, the current commander of CP9, rushed in with a newspaper in his hand, and tripped and fell hard as he entered the room.

Just as the three elders were about to reprimand him sternly, the newspaper in Spandam's hand flew out due to inertia and landed squarely on the conference table.

One person casually unfolded the page, and the eyes of all three people immediately locked onto it.

When one sees the photograph of the tragic state of the three colleagues—Satan Palace, Maz Palace, and others—who had served together for eight hundred years and were loyal to Im, one is struck by their plight.

The three of them froze instantly, speechless with astonishment.

Although they already knew, through telepathy, how Broly intended to torment these colleagues.

But when the horrific scene was truly presented before our eyes, the impact that struck us to the core was far more terrifying than we had imagined.

What chilled the three elders even more was that if Broly could use such ruthless methods to deal with his colleagues today, would the same thing happen to them tomorrow?

"quick!"

Pitt gritted his teeth, his voice filled with rage and fear, "Move the infiltration plan immediately! Find Broly's weakness!"

The little sister Im, surrounded by flowers, was absolutely thrilled.

He was trembling uncontrollably, and Broly's harsh words when he stormed into the Holy Land kept echoing in his mind—"I'll sell you off to become a star."

At that moment, the whole world fell into a deathly silence of shock.

The world already knew that Broly would torture the three Celestial Dragons, but no one had ever imagined that he could do it in such a complicated way.

Suddenly, the world's fear of Broly reached new heights.

On the other side, in the Kingdom of Sorbe.

Broly, having finished his morning exercise, walked back to the palace, intending to take a bath first, only to find Tezzolo already respectfully waiting at the gate.

Tesoro knelt on one knee, holding the Den Den Mushi high with both hands, his voice extremely respectful: "Lord Broly, Toritoma just called."

Broly raised an eyebrow and gestured with his chin for him to call back.

The Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scoop) dialed, and Broly looked at Tesoro kneeling on the ground, a playful smile on his lips. "Have you had some fun these past few days?"

Upon hearing this, Tesoro's face lit up with the wild joy of revenge, and he kowtowed heavily, his tone devout: "Thanks to you, sir! And those guys are immortal, no matter how much we mess with them, they won't break... It was so much fun!"

Broly laughed heartily, his laughter filled with unbridled arrogance.

Just then, a Den Den Mushi mimicked Toritoma's expression and a respectful voice came through: "Lord Broly, this is Toritoma, currently in the Sabaody Archipelago. You may now come and take Hancock away."

Broly blinked. "What do you mean?"

Toritoma quickly explained, "Sir, Hancock now idolizes you greatly; she's different from before."

These words not only failed to dispel Broly's doubts, but instead made him even more confused.

However, he didn't ask any more questions.

Let's go to the Sabaody Archipelago and check on that girl.

After hanging up the phone, Broly waved his hand casually, "You guys do your thing, I'm leaving."

"I'll go and make them stop right away, and prepare a boat to follow you, sir!" Tesoro replied hastily, raising his hand to put away the Den Den Mushi.

Although he still wanted to torment those three old women of the Heavenly Dragon for a few more days, the matter of Broly was far more important to him than his personal grudges.

"No need."

Broly waved his hand without turning his head, his tone nonchalant, "You guys keep playing. Come whenever you want, or leave whenever you feel you've gotten your revenge."

He never intended to form a pirate crew or create a Broly army by cosplaying Frieza's army.

Tesoro watched Broly's retreating figure disappear into the palace, then slammed his knees down, his forehead pressed to the ground, and declared in a resounding voice, "Your subordinate—swears to follow Lord Broly to the death!"

Ten minutes later, a figure soared into the sky from the top of the Sorbet Palace and sped straight toward the Sabaody Archipelago.

Everyone knows that men usually only wash three parts of their body when they shower, which doesn't take much time.

As he watched Broly's figure disappear into the horizon, Tesoro suddenly stood up and turned to run wildly toward the south of the island.

"Set sail! You bunch of useless idiots! Set sail right now!"

Tesoro boarded the flagship, raised his arms, and shouted, "Full speed ahead to Sabaody Archipelago! We swear to follow Lord Broly to the death!"

"I swear to follow Lord Broly to the death!!!"

Hundreds of naked followers shouted in unison.

The three Celestial Dragons, who were no longer just stuffed into cream puffs but had been completely transformed into cream puffs, barely managed to lift their eyelids.

This is the only part of their body that they still have the strength to move.

Is it finally coming to an end?