One Piece: Capitalist Brook's Crew Expansion Plan-Chapter 59: Redfield’s Past

Antonio was hiding in the cabin, tears welling up in his eyes. He hated how weak he still was. Keeping the Den Den Mushi connection open, he kept calling out for the captain to return.

Hearing Antonio's tearful plea through the Den Den Mushi only made Brook's icy expression even colder.

"Captain Brook, I'm going ahead!"

Redfield's face was filled with fury. Antonio was his crewmate—how could he let an outsider bully him? Not to mention, their Golden Ark had been invaded. Without hesitation, he transformed into a flash of lightning and shot back toward the ship.

"Silva, Shakky, you two hurry up as well! I'm heading back first!"

Brook also vanished into a blur, leaving behind only a chill in the air and a trail of frost in his wake.

"Silva, faster, faster!"

Shakky pushed herself to the limit, successfully executing Soru. Meanwhile, Silva's modified propulsion boots lifted him into the air, allowing him to speed forward.

"Hey, Silva! Since when did you make those flying boots? Why didn't you get me a pair too?!"

Shakky barely caught a glimpse of the long-barreled sniper rifle on Silva's back before he disappeared from sight. Furious, she cursed under her breath—next time, she'd definitely make him pay!

"Take this—'Wind Knot'!"

Shakky pulled out a special artifact from Weatheria, the floating island of weather science. As she untied the Wind Knot, a powerful gust propelled her forward at incredible speed.

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Meanwhile, the guards were trying to force their way into the Golden Ark's interior, but Tom the Fishman blocked their path. They threw grappling hooks, trying to use their numbers to tie him down.

"Damn it! I should've just blasted you bastards with cannons the moment I saw you!"

Tom regretted not firing on them immediately, realizing he should've never given them a chance to board.

"Nyeh nyeh~ That's it! Capture them! I want these two pirates as my slaves!"

Saint Rosward clapped his hands excitedly, directing his subordinates to seize them. Soon, the Golden Ark would be his!

"Just as Captain Brook said—kindness alone isn't enough. A doctor must also know when to use poison to fend off villains!"

'Poison Mist!'

Crocus didn't hesitate. Alongside the anesthetic gas, he unleashed a deadly poison mist. To protect the ship and his crew, he was willing to go against the usual ethics of a doctor.

The moment the toxic mist made contact, the guards collapsed, their faces turning purple as they foamed at the mouth. The CP agent on the scene instinctively took a step back, afraid to go anywhere near Crocus.

"What now? These two nobodies are already giving us a hard time. If the rest of their crew returns, we'll be in serious trouble. Even Saint Rosward might be at risk!"

CP agent Siahai called out to his partner, Fupole. They had intelligence that the Golden Ark's captain was Brook, a pirate with a 200-million Belly bounty.

According to reports, Brook had gone to the Peace Dove News headquarters to settle a score with a certain journalist. Rear Admiral Dolodo had been dispatched to intercept him.

But if Brook managed to return, both they and the Celestial Dragon would be in grave danger.

"If necessary, we abandon the mission and prioritize Saint Rosward's safety!"

Seeing how troublesome these two pirates were, the CP agents grew more wary of their captain. Just as they were contemplating a strategy to quickly neutralize Tom and Crocus, the sky erupted with crackling thunder. A massive lightning net descended upon the guards.

Siahai and Fupole recoiled in horror. What was this?! A Logia-type Devil Fruit user?

Who had been gathering intelligence on these pirates? How did they fail to uncover this?! Why was there such a powerful enemy aboard the Golden Ark?

The World Government guards were instantly fried, smoke rising from their bodies. Crocus and Tom exchanged a glance. That lightning could only mean one thing—Redfield was back!

"Nyeh nyeh~ Amazing! He took down so many people in an instant. I want him—I want this pirate as my slave!!! With him, I'll finally win the next slave tournament against Walton Saint!"

Saint Rosward was completely oblivious to the impending danger, still fantasizing about capturing Redfield.

"Saint Rosward, we must leave at once! This place is too dangerous! These pirates are completely lawless!"

Siahai and Fupole, drenched in cold sweat, dropped to their knees, begging the Celestial Dragon to retreat.

From the dissipating lightning emerged Redfield, his gaze locking onto the masked Celestial Dragon. He had heard every word Rosward said about making him a slave. His eyes burned with fury.

Lightning flickered around his body, his rage nearly consuming him. Siahai and Fupole swallowed hard. Their lives didn't matter—but if a Celestial Dragon were to die here, it would bring down the full wrath of the World Government.

"A Celestial Dragon... and you want me as your slave?"

Redfield's voice was cold and venomous. Before becoming a pirate, he had been a noble—a landowner with vast estates. His name, Redfield, was given to him by his father, symbolizing the grand, blood-red land he was destined to rule.

The "Red Earl" title? He cared little for it. He preferred "Red the Aloof."

His Patrick family had been destroyed by the Celestial Dragons of the Red Line, all for a childish reason:

The World Nobles believed that only they were worthy of owning land dyed red.

He hated the World Government.

He despised the Celestial Dragons.

As his fury manifested into an electrical storm, he hesitated. As a former noble, he knew the terrifying reach of the Celestial Dragons. Killing one would mean endless retaliation from the World Government.

If he were alone, he would not hesitate. But he was no longer a lone wolf. He had found something he had thought lost forever—a captain he admired, Brook, and a crew he could trust.

He couldn't afford to bring ruin upon them.

He clenched his fists, barely holding back his rage.

"What are you waiting for, Redfield?! Strike him down! You're a man with the qualities of a king!"

Brook's voice rang out from behind.

Redfield turned, shocked. Brook had appeared unnoticed, blocking Siahai and Fupole's escape route. The Celestial Dragon's path to safety was now cut off.

A towering, seven-meter-tall specter loomed behind Brook, its skeletal grin twisted into something menacing.

At this moment, he truly looked like a Death God, gazing down upon the now-terrified Celestial Dragon.

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