Chapter 775: Chapter 469: No One Can Owe Me Money!

The battle at sea, everyone according to strategic plans finds their targets, while on Cake Island, a huge part of the castle is knocked down. As the smoke dissipates, it reveals the massive pink figure that collided with the castle corner.

Charlotte Linlin clutches her face, quickly stands up again, completely ignoring the blood at the corner of her mouth, and shouts with fiery red eyes:

"Cake... are you trying to stop me from getting the cake?!"

"What the hell..."

In front of her, Sage clenches his fist, eyes her up and down, and says angrily:

"This is not your true level. No wonder you were punched away by that blue fatty... where’s your Steel Balloon physique? You’re weak like an old granny. Is the food disorder affecting you that much?"

The punch that hit her was at most a small greeting. Even if it sent her flying, it shouldn’t have caused any damage. Unlike now, where her fist is bruised and there is blood at the corner of her mouth.

Steel Balloon... shouldn’t bleed to this extent.

"Protect Mama!"

Cracker leaps swiftly from afar, standing before the castle, claps, and raises Cookie Soldiers piling up layer upon layer, advancing forward, blocking Sage from approaching.

"I won’t let you get close to Mama! Once she eats the cake, the food disorder gets better, even you can’t be her match, a natural disaster!!" Cracker shouts.

"Is that so?"

Sage doesn’t truly look at Cracker, just glances at him and walks to the side, "Alright, I’ll wait for her food disorder to improve."

Even when walking close to the Cookie Soldiers, Cracker’s sword-wielding hand doesn’t swing down. Until Sage walks away, he subconsciously breathes a sigh of relief, only then realizing that sweat had soaked his body...

The Four Emperors, just standing there, the aura alone is something ordinary people can’t face.

It’s too overwhelming!

The emperors of the Underworld here for the tea party didn’t have time to understand why Charlotte Linlin returned before they were shocked to see Sage. It was already completely too late to react.

"Not good!"

Du·Feld, dressed in a purple suit and coat, just wants to escape, but as his legs move, a Haki Bullet hits his body, yet doesn’t blast him away, and instead freezes him there like a statue.

And as for the others attempting to move, it was even more too late, for the person in the fur cloak, though not tall, was filled with an overwhelming presence, already reaching right before them, merely standing there, rendering them nolonger having the thought to even budge.

"Oh ho..."

Sage’s lips curl into a terrifying arc in the eyes of the crowd.

"Who is this?"

He stands there, grimly smiling at the man, drenched in sweat despite being immobilized by the Secret Hole pierced by Haki:

"Isn’t this the friend I’ve been thinking of for two years, the old friend I’ve yearned day and night... the financial emperor of the Underworld, Du·Feld?"

He glances at the other people present, unfamiliar faces don’t matter, having taken down one of the Six Great Kings, with a woman and a dove remaining, but these two are not here.

The remaining two, then naturally the emperor of the storage field and the emperor of the transportation industry.

"Jibson and Umit?"

Sage pulls out a cigar, lights it with a gold lighter, exhales smoke, and the gleaming white teeth send chills down one’s heart.

"I’ve missed you for a long time too..."

"Norton Sage! What are you doing!"

Du·Feld gulps hard, the sudden strange power merely sealed his movement, not his throat.

"What am I doing? You ask what am I doing?"

Sage furrows his brows, throws the golden decoration in his hand, making a bang with a breaking sound, snapping off one of Du·Feld’s hands.

"You owe me a trillion Belly! Ordered an assassination on me a while back, now asking what am I doing!"

He steps forward, grabs Du·Feld by the collar, and says grimly: "I’ve said long ago, rats in the gutter can’t overturn the skies, the moment you emerge in sunlight, that’s when you get stomped to death!"

"What trillion! There’s no trillion!"

Du·Feld, teeth clenched in pain, but in Sage’s eyes brimming with ferocity, he disregards the pain, shouts quickly: "I don’t owe you money!"

"Hm?"

Sage points a finger below Du·Feld’s throat, with only a dot, Du·Feld turns pale, so painful that his sunglasses shake off, making a scream seemingly reaching the soul’s core.

"Noisy."

Sage points again, the painful scream ceases immediately, Du·Feld can only open his mouth, his face lined with bulging veins, looking rather painful and terrifying, yet unable to make a sound.

Releasing his grip, he says: "In Paradise, a certain resort, we talked over the phone. Then I asked you how much to buy your own industries, not only did you not answer, but also threatened me, this disrespect fee, of course, counts in."

"Total five hundred twenty billion, over two years, overdue fees plus rounding off, a total of one trillion Belly."

Sage glances askance at the pain-stricken Du·Feld, "Remember now?"

Du·Feld, transitioning from vein-bulging pale to tears streaming down, can only nod quickly.

"Hurts, doesn’t it? The greater pain is yet to come."

Sage casually pulls a chair from this open-air banquet, sits down, biting his cigar, tilts his head up, overlooks Du·Feld:

"Qi She, Tou Wei, Ming Men, Ming Jian, Tong Ming, New Immunity, Great Chest Muscle, Arm Piercing Hole... oh, you might not know, doesn’t matter, in my eyes the human body can form various crucial Secret Holes, each spot can bring suffering worse than death!"

"My technique isn’t cheap either, setting a shot fee of a billion, but today I’m in a good mood, giving a fifty percent discount, five million Belly each time! Don’t worry, before your trillion is spent, you’ll find it hard to die!"

Sage’s lips curl upwards to his cheeks, showing a terrifying arc to everyone’s eyes, "Nobody can owe me money! Nobody! Don’t pay, then I’ll take it from you! Rest assured... you’ll feel every second is like New Year’s!"

Extreme agony, even for a second, makes time seem lengthy, and Sage masterfully extends this pain with techniques, ensuring the victim feels much like in Tsukuyomi.

Du·Feld’s eyes grow in horror, nodding his head rapidly, though the action seems quick, somehow gives the illusion of slowness.

Sage’s thumb sinks into his fingers, flicks the air, hitting Du·Feld’s throat.

"I’ll pay!!"

He seems to use all his strength to shout out a hoarse voice.

"Cash or treasure? I don’t accept bank checks." Sage chuckles aloud.

His own bullion trade is fine, but the key is these people don’t have deposits, and as for external banks... should he withdraw today, never mind if there is money or not, once given, tomorrow they can report the Four Emperors robbed the bank, reporting a loss of three trillion.

He’s a Sea Emperor, not an Account Emperor.

As thinking this, Sage looks again at the other two.

"Wait, wait a moment..."

Umit hastily reaches out, "Sage, we’re not enemies, I’ve never targeted you. Don’t you remember, I even gave you money!"