One Piece: Please Call Me Godfather!

"From above, falling from the sky?"

"Is this also his power?"

Looking at the three people descending from the sky, the thugs, including the Black Claw, were stunned.

Wolf's face clearly showed an expression of fear, as Reinhardt implanted a rapidly growing seed of terror in him.

But he gritted his teeth, as if trying to gather some courage, "Kid, do you really think you have victory in your hands?"

Reinhardt smiled and didn't respond, just watching him as if waiting for his performance.

The words he had spoken yesterday once again resurfaced in Wolf's mind, the humiliation feeling like a tidal wave relentlessly crashing in his head.

Wolf, however, was not afraid; it seemed as if he had some form of reliance, starting to sneer proudly, "Back then, your old man, the one who died, Ulysses - Leonardo, he was even more arrogant than you, but do you know how he died?"

Hearing Wolf's words, Jackson instantly flew into a rage, shouting angrily, "Wolf!!! Indeed, it was you, you bastard!"

"Heh heh, what did you think? Although I didn't do it myself, the action was all planned by me! But I didn't expect that old man to die of illness directly. It's quite unfortunate. I had originally planned to personally cut him in half!"

Wolf became even more reckless.

"Father!"

Jackson seemed like a lion in a rage, veins bulging on his forehead, "Let me capture him!!!"

"Don't rush, Red Ogre," Wolf glanced at Reinhardt, who remained unfazed, and felt somewhat strange, but he continued, "Aren't you curious? You kept your actions strictly confidential, so how did we know and prepare the ambush so early?"

"Who was it? Who was the bastard who did it?"

Jackson's teeth ground together, "Wolf, answer me honestly, and I might let you die more comfortably!"

It seemed like Jackson's fury was like some marvelous target, and Wolf became even more carefree, "Heh heh heh, which bastard? No, no, no, you should be asking, which of these bastards is right!"

"Don't move yet!!!"

Suddenly, a cold gleam flashed, and a gust of wind shot straight toward Reinhardt's back.

"What?"

Noticing the cold light, but being too slow to react, Jackson could only shout in vain, "Connor ——"

"Die!!! I honor the Father!!!"

Connor's face was now filled with a fierce grin, and the dagger in his hand was about to stab Reinhardt in the back.

Success!

A flush of excitement appeared on Wolf's face. Even if it was a Devil Fruit user, one couldn't avoid a dagger from behind!

What was stronger than the powers of a user? It was the human heart!

But one second later, Connor's body stiffened as if he were made of clay. His dagger was only a tiny distance from Reinhardt's back, yet he couldn't move that last inch.

"This—what is happening!!!"

Connor was utterly terrified.

An invisible force surrounded him from all sides, Yatsufusa, pressing down on every corner of his body. He simply couldn't move!

Reinhardt didn't turn around, only looking at Wolf with a smile and saying, "Is there more of this?"

"Connor!!!"

Before Wolf could speak, Jackson angrily grabbed Connor by the neck, "It's you! It's you!!!"

"No, no! Wolf! Save me!"

The invisible bindings around Connor silently dissipated, but the situation grew even more dangerous as Jackson, with hands as strong as iron, gripped his neck tighter.

He desperately turned to his partners for help.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!!!"

Seeing the situation, Wolf also became terrified, stepping back a few paces on the deck and shouting in anger, "Fire! Fire now! Blow this bastard to pieces!!!"

Only then did Jackson notice, and he looked toward the nearby ships along the shore, where the vague positions of cannons were aimed right at them.

His face turned pale in an instant.

Of course, if it was an ambush, how could there only be one layer of strategy?

He was given no time to think further, and in the next second, there was a flash of firepower!

"Wolf! You bastard!!!"

Connor let out a scream, and with the booming sound of distant artillery fire, the barrage of shells undoubtedly enveloped him.

He became a sacrificial pawn.

Jackson tossed Connor aside and stepped in front of Reinhardt, "Rein! Get behind me!"

Reinhardt looked at his back, letting out a helpless smile, "The suffering of humans is always present, and they can never truly understand this world."

He gently raised his hand, and a moment later, the barrage of shells froze mid-air, suspended in the sky, unable to advance a single step.

Wolf seemed like he was stuck, his throat caught like a duck, mouth open and eyes wide in complete shock.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

The shells continued to explode, but in midair, they merely separated into bursts of fireworks, with the only effect on Reinhardt being a breeze that stirred up some dust, which didn't even stain his clothes.

"Impossible, impossible! How could this happen?"

Wolf's legs turned to jelly, and he collapsed to the ground, shouting, "How can you be this strong!"

"Don't say it's impossible; there's nothing in this world that can't happen." Reinhardt said, "This will only expose your narrow-mindedness."

"Fireworks are splendid, so, what now?"

"Are you still waiting for something? Was I the only one who participated in killing Leonardo?!"

Terrified to the extreme, Wolf found the courage to pull out a large axe and yelled in fury, "If we don't kill him, we'll all die! Devil Fruit users are still human! Charge!!!"

On the ships by the shore, the sounds of shouting quickly filled the air, and weapons were drawn as if a tidal wave of enemies surged forward.

This was the third layer of preparation, gathering all the forces in the area.

Black Claw added several smaller factions, bringing the total army to several thousand.

Wolf led the charge, not looking back as he roared, "Reinhardt! Don't think that just because you're a Devil Fruit user, you're invincible! Bartolomeo! Aren't you coming yet?! I'll double your pay!!!"

From behind him, a figure different from the others shot up into the air, almost as if stepping on the tidal wave of enemies' heads, charging straight at Reinhardt.

"Heh ha ha ha ha!"

The newcomer had a green feathered head like a rooster, and his laughter was wild and arrogant, "I want ten times that! This enemy is really strong!"

Reinhardt furrowed his brows. Finally, someone interesting.

This was the fourth layer of preparation.