On the square of the Seven Water Capital, a group of navy holding rifles in their hands were surrounded by a group of navy, as if facing a great enemy, and there were also a group of citizens watching the fun on the other side of the navy.

Among these people, the navy's rifle was a fishman who was strong but had a bloody head and a harpoon in his chest. He was the world's number one shipbuilder, Tom, who had visited the Seven Water Capital in person.

Next to Tom, there were Frankie, who was kneeling on the ground, with a painful runny nose and a dark blue-haired iceberg, who was also kneeling on the ground.

"Frankie..." Tom let out a heavy breath and looked down at his disciples, "What did you say, 'Not my ship', as a shipbuilder, you must not say such words..."

"So what if I say it?" Franky retorted loudly, "I regret it now..."

As he said that, Franky lowered his head and shed tears, "If there were no one to be injured!"

"Listen, Franky! No matter how good or evil a ship is built..."

As he said that, Tom, the fishman, reached out to hold the harpoon that was inserted into his chest, pulled it out of his body with force, and blood flowed down the wound that was hurt again, but he looked as if nothing had happened.

"No matter what kind of ship you can build in the future, it doesn't matter, but..."

The fishman Tom looked at Franky who was kneeling on the ground with a serious face, "Even if the ship you made hurt others, even if it destroys the world, and everyone hates the ship you made, as the master of it, they must love him. Because only the person who created it has no qualifications or position to deny it! Do you understand that you are not allowed to blame the ship you made?"

Franky knelt on the ground, her eyes filled with tears, and she looked at Tom, a fishman, trembling.

"…The man wants to stand up for the boat he has built!"

After saying this shipbuilder's declaration, Tom, the fishman, gasp, gasp, gasp, then continued in a low tone, "Iceberg, French, don't interfere with what will happen next, absolutely not..."

The light blue-haired Frankie and the dark blue-haired iceberg looked up at the same time and looked at Tom, the fishman with a surprised look.

Then, Tom, the fishman, suddenly turned around and rushed to the man wearing a black windbreaker and smoky makeup standing aside to watch the fun. In his face, he smashed his fist as big as a bowl on his face.

Bang!

The man in a black windbreaker was knocked to the ground without any resistance.

"Mr. Tom..."

Franky and Iceberg exclaimed again.

"Tom started to make a fuss..."

"Run quickly..."

Seeing Tom, the fishman, beat the people from the World Government directly, the spectators present exclaimed and then ran towards the place they thought was safe.

"Mr. Tom, you can't do it anymore. If you do it again..."

Before Iceberg finished speaking, Tom, the fishman, had already pulled him up with the collar of the black windbreaker on the ground, and raised his fist with a big mouthful of the bowl.

"You damn guy, can you understand the pain of a shipbuilder's innocent ship being used to do bad things?"

The black windbreaker looked at the bloody face of the fishman Tom and shouted in fear, "Shoot, shoot me..."

"No shooting is allowed!"

Before the navy could execute the orders, another sound came from the periphery of the square. With the sound of rapid footsteps, a man wearing a white windbreaker and sunglasses walked in with his head held high and his chest held high. Behind him were a group of armed personnel wearing white windbreakers and short guns.

The white windbreaker rushing into the square immediately attracted everyone's attention, including Tom, the fishman who was pressing the black windbreaker to the ground and preparing to punch him again.

"No one is allowed to shoot!"

The white windbreaker with sunglasses said, and took out a document from his chest. After opening it, he showed it to the surrounding navy, "CP6, Weisler..."

While showing his IDs around, the white windbreaker stepped to the tall and thin Judge George, and placed the ID in his hand and a document signed by the Five Old Stars on the table.

"I was ordered to take over Tom, a criminal who once built a ship for One Piece Roger."

"no!"

Before Judge George could speak, the black windbreaker pressed to the ground by Tom, the fishman, had already begun to struggle violently. "Tom, Tom, is my criminal, and he must go back to the judicial island with me!"

“Ahhhh…”

The man with sunglasses turned his head and gently pressed his sunglasses with his index finger. As if he had just noticed the black windbreaker, he said in a surprised tone, "Isn't this Spandham? What's wrong with your face? Did you finally find that you are too considerate of the city appearance, so you have plastic surgery? You look much more pleasing to the eyes now than before."

"Weisler, you damn bastard!" Black windbreaker twisted his body hard, trying to break free from the hand of Tom, the fishman, "I tell you, don't want to steal my credit this time. Tom is my prisoner. What I did was approved by the Five Old Stars. You are not qualified to come and grab people from me!"

"You said you've got permission from the Five Old Stars?" Weisler spread his hands, "Is there any evidence?"

"Evidence..." Black Wind Coat blinked, "This is the command given to me by the Five Old Stars."

"Oh... it turned out to be a command!" Weisler made a meaningful voice, then looked up and down with contempt, "Spandam, you have loved to use the commands of the Five Old Stars to deceive people since you were a child. Now you are so old. Has this habit not been changed yet?"

"I didn't lie!"

“Is there any evidence?”

“…”

"But I have evidence, and it was a handwritten by the Five Old Stars himself," Weisler looked at Spandham on the ground proudly, "there are the kind signed by the Five Old Stars."

"How is this possible? I obviously got this task..." Spandam looked in dismay.

"It's okay, you can continue to do your mission." Weisler bowed his head and patted Spandham on the face with his hands. "We each do our mission, and we will not interfere with each other!"

As he said that, Weisler lowered his head and whispered to Spandham's ear, "I came to grab your mission on purpose. I also deliberately watched the fishman slapped you in the face before pinching the time to stop him. What can you do to me?"

Weisler's smile was bright, and those who didn't know thought he was having a good relationship with Spandam.

"Although I took Tom away, didn't his studio keep it for you? You can search it casually, maybe you will find the drawings of Pluto?"

"You damn bastard!" Spandam pushed the fishman Tom's hand hard, struggling desperately to stand up, "I want to duel with you, wait for me..."
Chapter completed!