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Chapter 150: Celestial Dragons Lives Matter

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The sea near Sabaody Archipelago, where the black fog had vanished, was now surrounded by layers of Marine ships.

Kizaru, having received no word from Z, was growing suspicious. What exactly did that black fog do?

If it was a teleportation, why hadn't Fleet Admiral Sengoku received any sighting reports?

A sense of unease settled over Kizaru. Such a large Marine presence scattered across the globe would undoubtedly cause a stir – unless they hadn't emerged from the fog at all!

A chill ran down Kizaru's spine. He was about to return to headquarters to report his suspicions to Sengoku when the mysterious black smoke erupted from the sea once more. Noir emerged from within.

The Devil was back!

The surrounding Marines raised their flintlocks, cannons on the warships trained on Noir.

Noir, ignoring the wary crowd, pulled out a mirror on his small boat. The mirror shimmered, and an obese, repulsive man was released from within.

Kizaru raised an eyebrow. Another Celestial Dragon.

Because of the Celestial Dragons Noir held hostage, the Marines had been hesitant to act, their hands tied.

Noir held his sword to the Celestial Dragon's throat. The terrified noble, feeling the cold steel against his skin, frantically knelt and cried for mercy.

The Celestial Dragons, initially arrogant, had finally realized the gravity of their situation.

One by one, their brethren had met various gruesome ends at this man's hands, and he showed no signs of stopping.

They now understood that they were next. This ruler of the underworld had no scruples, no hesitation to kill.

Kizaru, watching the once-proud Celestial Dragon grovel, struggled to suppress a laugh.

These parasitic scum had finally met their match.

Noir, using the Celestial Dragon as leverage, addressed Kizaru. "Here's a suggestion: let me go."

Kizaru spread his hands, feigning helplessness. "I can't make that decision."

"I have a suggestion for you too. How about releasing Instructor Z and the others?"

Noir chuckled and tossed another orb of light from his Underworld mirror. The familiar, towering figure of Z materialized.

Kizaru's face hardened as he looked at Z, his eyes vacant and unresponsive. "What did you do to him?"

Noir waved dismissively. "Just rendered him unconscious."

Noir reached into the mirror and pulled out the black blade, Shusui, he'd acquired from Thriller Bark. He pressed the blade against Z's throat.

With two swords held against the necks of Z and the Celestial Dragon, Noir grinned like a villain. "How about we play a game?"

A sense of foreboding washed over Kizaru. "What do you have in mind?"

Noir pressed the blades deeper, his voice chilling. "Choose one to die. I'll return the other to you unharmed."

Kizaru felt a cold sweat trickle down his back. He forced a casual tone. "Is there an option where both of them live?"