Chapter 142: Bring His Head Back
"Your Majesty Nereus! Let me explain this! That guy is from the Doel Kingdom in the North Blue, known as 'Teleport' Harding. His own bounty is 50 million Berries.
Don't let the bounty fool you; the reason he can normally pass through the Red Line isn't because of his Devil Fruit ability, but because he is an official pirate of the Doel Kingdom, inherently serving that kingdom."
At this time, Vander Decken VIII, who was standing to the side, leaned in with a face full of smiles. After he had bowed in submission back then, Nereus hadn't done anything to Vander Decken VIII.
Because he used to be a pirate operating near Fish-man Island, Vander Decken VIII was intimately familiar with people from all walks of life and had connections with some people on the Sabaody Archipelago.
Although he didn't have Nereus's prestige in the underworld, sometimes the title of a big shot isn't as practical as a local security captain. Vander Decken VIII was exactly this kind of character, and occasionally, he came in handy.
"Have you done business with him?"
"How could that be! It's more like we have a grudge... Your Majesty Nereus, that bastard Harding is an absolute racist! Not only does he discriminate against other races, but he also discriminates against other humans.
In that guy's eyes, skin color, hair color, and eye color all have a strict standard, even down to bone structure... Only those who meet those requirements are considered high-class people in his eyes."
Mentioning this, Vander Decken VIII's face carried a bit of mockery and anger, seemingly feeling that the other party was a psychopath.
"That guy believes that inferior people are only fit to be slaves for his kingdom. Although he isn't exactly a human trafficker, he is a buyer, coming to 'stock up' on behalf of his kingdom.
He had connections with many traffickers, but those people were all killed by Your Majesty.
Unable to complete his tasks, he's probably been scolded heavily by his King. The way I see it, he simply wants revenge."
"Didn't you say he's a buyer?"
Hearing this, Babel, who was standing to the side, suddenly felt something was off. According to Vander Decken VIII's logic, this guy should be very interested in slaves, and mermaid slaves could inherently fetch astronomical prices.
After Nereus took power, it became a situation where scarcity increased value, making their prices even more immeasurable.
Although the law prohibited it, if laws could eradicate evil deeds, the world would have been at peace long ago; many people simply ignored these regulations.
"Well, about this..."
Vander Decken VIII suddenly became a bit awkward and submissive, finally saying cautiously, "Lord Nereus, please don't get angry. That guy's viewpoint is that only inferior people are fit to be their slaves.
And we..."
Vander Decken VIII didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already very clear.
"A minority supremacist? This guy is quite confident. But violating my ban and leaving alive—I can't just let this matter go."
"Big Bro! Leave it to me! I will definitely bring his head back to you!"
Babel was more invested in this matter than anyone else. After all, the person escaped under his watch. If he didn't resolve this, Sebastian would definitely use it to mock him while drinking in the future.
"Come back. Do you know where to find him? Furthermore, the ability of the Teleport-Teleport Fruit... is quite troublesome. Even if you find him, are you confident you can make him stay?"
In terms of life-preserving abilities, the Teleport-Teleport Fruit ranked among the best. For this kind of ability user, as long as they had a few small stepping stones, traveling between two islands was a very simple matter.
If your speed wasn't fast enough, even if you discovered him, there was a high chance he could escape.
"But Big Bro, do you really need to personally handle this kind of character? It's not like our Fish-man Island has no one else. We can't have you lifting a finger for everything..."
Some things required Nereus because they couldn't do it themselves, such as attacking Mary Geoise. Aside from Nereus, who had enough "lives" and dared to risk the attrition, no one else could.
But this kind of character simply didn't require Nereus to act. If someone really needed to hunt him down, even Hermes could do it.
Although he acted as a tool cloud every day, Hermes's own combat power was highly formidable.
"Of course not. Doesn't he think he's superior to everyone else? Then let him experience what it feels like to be utterly isolated and betrayed by everyone. Pass down my order: cancel all leave for Neptune Army soldiers. Fish-man Island is preparing for martial law.
Contact Morgans; I have a massive piece of news for him.
Having not really made a move in three years, it seems this sea is about to forget me.
Fish-man Island seeks peace, but that doesn't mean we only know peace."
If Nereus acted personally, spending some time, he could indeed kill Harding.
The Teleport-Teleport Fruit was troublesome, but as long as a trail was found, Nereus naturally had the ability to end his life before he could notice and activate his ability.
But doing that was meaningless. As time passed, a second and third Harding would appear and do similar things.
On this sea, the one thing there was never a shortage of was reckless, bold fools who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.
Using this incident, it was exactly the right time to let the world know what actions Fish-man Island would take if pushed to the brink.
"President! President! The Ryugu Kingdom is calling, saying there is a very important matter that requires you to receive it!"
At the headquarters of the World Economic Journal, Morgans was staring blankly at the news compiled from around the world. There really hadn't been any big news to report lately.
It was all just cliché pirate-versus-Marine drama, not eye-catching enough at all.
"Receive? We are a newspaper agency here, not the Pleasure District. What are you talking about?"
"Ah, anyway, President, you should just take it. This is a call from a Kingdom; maybe there really is some big news!"
The reporter who came to call Morgans didn't care about his remark and dragged him toward the long-distance Transponder Snail.
Morgans had high prestige at the World Economic Journal and was deeply loved by the other reporters, so they got along quite harmoniously.
"Morgans, you still remember my voice, don't you?"
When Nereus's voice rang out from the Transponder Snail, Morgans immediately widened his eyes, shooting a questioning glare at the person who called him to answer the phone.
[Why didn't you say he was calling personally!]
[You didn't ask.]
The two exchanged glances, after which Morgans respectfully replied, "Of course, Your Majesty Nereus. But I would like to know, which 'King's' identity are you contacting me under?"
The Undying King of the Underworld—this identity made Morgans fear him even more. After all, he wasn't exactly a legitimate worker and was more or less involved in the underworld.
"What else besides the King of Fish-man Island? Morgans, I have a massive piece of news to give you."
"What is it?"
"I want a person's head."
Nereus spoke in a flat tone, as if talking about a trivial matter.
And in Morgans's view, this really wasn't a big deal. News of Nereus killing a person wouldn't even make it to the corner of a third-rate newspaper.
"This..."
"Until this matter is completed, Fish-man Island will seal off the sea. No matter whose ship it is, don't even think about crossing one step past Fish-man Island. Passage through this sea area is strictly forbidden."
"!"
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