Monkey D. Dragon.
Rather than calling him a "revolutionary," Storm felt that this man resembled a "leader of a peasant uprising"...
Moreover, he seemed like the kind of leader who spent all day talking big without doing anything substantial...
A closer examination would reveal that Monkey D. Dragon had hardly participated in any major events.
That would be one thing.
What left Storm even more speechless was that Monkey D. Dragon, as the supreme leader of the Revolutionary Army, remained indifferent to the life and death of his important subordinates!
Emporio Ivankov, the Queen of Kamabakka Kingdom and commander of the Revolutionary Army's Grand Line forces, had been imprisoned in Impel Down for many years.
Monkey D. Dragon showed no concern for him; Ginny, the commander of the Revolutionary Army's East Blue forces, had been captured by the World Government and turned into a tragic experiment for the Five Elders;
Monkey D. Dragon ignored her as well.
And when his own son came of age to set sail, Monkey D. Dragon immediately rushed to Loguetown to personally escort his son.
What exactly was he doing? Leading a revolution or playing house?
If it were said that Monkey D. Dragon was a "newcomer" who had only recently come into contact with revolutionary ideals, that would be one thing.
But this man had begun forming the Revolutionary Army long ago, right after the Ohara Buster Call incident over a decade ago! In other words,
Monkey D. Dragon had been involved in "revolutionary activities" for at least over ten years!
Yet this revolutionary army had no guiding ideology, no action program, no revolutionary slogans.
It was merely an empty resistance movement.
Storm's description of Monkey D. Dragon as a "leader of a peasant uprising" was not far from the truth! One could only say...
The world was a huge makeshift stage.
Kuma could clearly sense the deep disdain in Storm's words towards Dragon.
He wanted to defend Dragon, but he didn't know what to say.
Because everything Storm had just said was solid fact.
The truth was, Dragon really hadn't done anything!
Well, perhaps Dragon was secretly doing things that no one knew about?
"That's all I have to say. You think about it carefully, Bartholomew Kuma."
Storm shook his head and turned to walk towards the church's entrance.
"You've done a good job protecting your daughter, but a terminal illness like 'Azure Jade Scale' can't be cured just by 'protection.'
"Of course, you could pray to the gods, consult your 'Bible,' and seek help from your deities.
"Let's see if the gods will respond to your prayers!
"Or—let's see if the gods will enjoy your tragic life while laughing heartily!"
With that, Storm walked out of the church.
He feared that if he continued speaking, he might not be able to resist the urge to punch Kuma again! At least, he didn't want to beat the father in front of a daughter.
Leaving the dim church and stepping into the bright outside world, Storm felt the heaviness in his heart lift.
Monkey D. Dragon, the Revolutionary Army, Nika, and other distressing matters were immediately cast out of his mind.
"Ugh—"
At that moment, a whimpering sound reached Storm's ears.
He stepped towards the two Clay Dolls placed beside the small church—those were the ones he had carelessly discarded earlier.
"Old man, don't think of me as some kind of nice guy."
Storm stood before Burdog's Clay Doll and issued a warning.
"If you attack me again, I'll show you what 'the baptism from hell' really means!"
Throwing Burdog into boiling hot oil or scalding water might be a bit inhumane.
But tossing him into the sea to let the cold water wake up his overheated brain...
Storm could definitely do that!
Snap! Storm snapped his fingers, freeing Burdog from the constraints of the clay.
"You vile pirate!"
Burdog glared at him with a fierce expression.
"How dare you ambush an old man like me!"
"…Can you not be unreasonable?"
Storm's lips twitched.
"It was you who ambushed me first, okay?"
Storm didn't want to argue with an old man who was being unreasonable.
He ignored Burdog and approached the other Clay Doll, releasing it from control.
In the next moment,
the former king of Sorbet Kingdom—King Bekley—collapsed before Storm like a homeless stray dog.
"Pirate Lord! Pirate Lord!"
King Bekley knelt on the ground, crying out for mercy.
"I have money! My country has money too!
"Whatever amount you want, I can give it to you!
"Just let me go!"
Whoosh—
A whistling sound echoed in the air.
Storm glanced over.
Burdog swung his cane and struck King Bekley's head with a thud.
Bang! The old man's strength was surprisingly great.
That thick cane hit King Bekley's head, instantly creating a large bump on his forehead.
"You scum!"
Burdog continued to swing his cane, striking King Bekley fiercely.
"You burned down the entire south! How dare you come back!"
"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"
King Bekley shielded his head with his hands, loudly defending himself.
"I did this for the future of Sorbet Kingdom! The East Blue! In the Goah Kingdom of the East Blue, there's a beautiful town without any garbage! Even the Celestial Dragons praised the beauty of that kingdom!
"For the happiness of the future, we must be ruthless in reforming the country!"
King Bekley would have been better off not defending himself.
As soon as he started to explain, Burdog's anger flared up like hot oil being poured over him, and he was nearly "on fire."
"So this is your excuse for burning your citizens?! Go die, you trash king!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Burdog's cane fell like rain upon King Bekley.
The latter curled up on the ground, trying to avoid the blows as much as possible.
But the old man's stamina was limited.
After a short while of beating, Burdog was panting heavily and had to stop.
Storm seized the moment to ask.
"You just said you have a lot of money?"
"Yes, I have money, I have a lot of money..."
King Bekley, who was also not young, had just suffered a beating and answered weakly.
"As long as you let me go, I'm willing to give you all my money..."
Burdog's eyes widened, and he immediately wanted to raise his cane and finish off this scum king right there.
But this time, Storm didn't let him go wild.
"Governor, how can you treat your former king like this?"
Storm's mind moved, and a lump of clay appeared out of nowhere, once again controlling Burdog.
"King Bekley, right? Where's your treasure? Do you have a 'royal treasury' or something?"
"My money..."
King Bekley swallowed hard, involuntarily lowering his voice.
"My money is all in the palace."
"Then where is your palace?"
"It, it... it was destroyed by that 'Tyrant'!"
King Bekley answered helplessly, but then he reignited hope.
"But my country is still here!
"As long as I can become the king of this country again, I will have endless treasures!"
Storm's smile instantly vanished, and he coldly asked.
"You mean to say you have no money?"
"I don't have money right now! But my citizens still have money!"
King Bekley quickly replied.
"Pirate Lord! As long as you don't mind, I can give you half of Sorbet Kingdom's wealth! Just help me regain the throne!"
This was the first time Storm had encountered a king making empty promises.
"Do you know one thing?"
"What, what?"
"As long as I want, even if you die, that money can still be mine!"
Before King Bekley could respond, Storm stuffed a lump of clay into his mouth.
Then,
Storm turned to Burdog, looking quite puzzled.
"Weren't you saying that there was a 'One-Man Revolution' in Sorbet Kingdom? Why didn't you guys just kill this trash before?"
"We old bones don't have the ability to storm the palace and defeat the army..."
Burdog replied helplessly, gesturing towards the church.
"That was King Kuma's decision.
"It wasn't just this time; I remember he did the same thing last time."
Fun fact.
Over a decade ago, King Bekley's rule was already overthrown by Kuma once.
By the way, Dragon and Ivankov were also present in Sorbet Kingdom at that time.
The three giants of the Revolutionary Army gathered together, overthrew the existing ruling power of a kingdom, and then...
They just left, left, and left...
Until this year, Kuma once again toppled King Bekley's brutal rule.
This was what they called a "One-Man Revolution."
Then,
Kuma let King Bekley go again...
Storm looked speechlessly at the bruised King Bekley.
"Why do you insist on keeping this trash alive, who only makes empty promises?"
"Such matters are not for us to decide."
Burdog shook his head and sighed, then quietly said.
"Whether it was the Revolutionary Army back then or King Kuma now.
"Their actions are not influenced by small people like us.
"What can we do but accept their decisions?"
Storm fell silent for a moment, then shouted towards the church.
"Bartholomew Kuma! Do you hear me!?"
Storm roared.
"Revolution is not child's play! It's not a banquet! How long are you going to remain naive!?"
With a hurried sound of footsteps,
Kuma rushed out of the church.
Storm didn't want to deal with him for the moment; he casually molded a White Dragon and flew into the sky.
The strong winds at high altitude blew Storm's robe.
He looked at the three warships on the sea, took out a Den Den Mushi from his pocket, and dialed a familiar number.
"Moshi Moshi—
"Admiral Aokiji, do you want a warship?"
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