One Piece: God Killer

Chapter 434 Profek and Tezoro

"Mr. Profik, I'm so happy to see you again!" Faced with Profik Tesoro's extraordinary excitement, the Golden Emperor, who was already the "world's richest man", clenched his fists, his face flushed with excitement, as if he was still the young man who found Profik alone ten years ago to seek cooperation.

Profique just laughed, "Tezoro, you are now the 'Golden Emperor', how can you behave like this?"

Tezulo was able to make so much money entirely by his own ability, and his help only "slightly" accelerated the process. Tezulo, who started from scratch, did not do badly at all.

He cooperated with Tesoro not necessarily to get something from him, but just wanted to change the original Tesoro who only cared about money and used cruel methods.

From now on, he is successful.

"How could I have achieved this without your help?" Tezulo said loudly, "Now, please tell me, what should I do next?"

"What's going to happen next is very dangerous. Are you sure you want to get involved?"

It was Profic who directed Tesoro's hatred towards the Celestial Dragons and told Tesoro that as long as he could earn enough money, he could avenge Stella and even bring down the nobles on Marijoa.

But now, ten years have passed, and Tezoro has become successful. Profik feels a little guilty about involving Tezoro in what happened back then.

"Of course!" Tezulo slammed the table and stood up. "I have made a lot of money over the years, but the more money I make, the more I realize the darkness in this world! Those big shots who appear to be well-dressed, those politicians who speak in high-sounding terms, those completely corrupt kings..."

The graceful girl appeared before his eyes again.

"It was this darkness that destroyed her! It was you who told me that the darkness of this world can be cleared away!"

"I once swore to take revenge on the Celestial Dragons! I swore to completely wipe out all the darkness in this world!"

He looked out the window, in the direction of Mary Joa. "The source of all darkness is right there. You told me that year! Now, the opportunity is right in front of us! My benefactor! The world will eventually change. Let us join hands and completely clean up that rat hole and cockroach nest!"

Tesoro swiped his hand across the table, sweeping all the debris on the table to the ground, as if he was clearing out the Celestial Dragons in Marijoa.

"Okay," Profik nodded after feeling Tezoro's determination. "There is one thing that I cannot do without your help..."

As he spoke, Profick took out a few books from the drawer and said, "Print these things quietly. The more the better. Remember, this matter must not be known to outsiders."

Of course, there are printing factories in Wano Country, but the products printed there must be audited, and every payment must be recorded in the account. Even if Profique is the "Protector of the Country" of Wano Country, he cannot use the funds privately.

Moreover, Wano Country is now densely populated, and Profek cannot "check" them one by one. There are still more or less agents from the World Government and other forces that have infiltrated the country. If these things are discovered, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Tezoro took a stack of reading materials from Profik. He looked down and saw that the book on the top had a completely red cover with a somewhat ugly face printed on it.

There were five big words written on the cover: "My First Half of Life".

"My First Half of Life?" Seeing this autobiographical title, Tezoro was a little surprised. If it was Profik's autobiography, it would be fine, but he didn't know the person on the cover. Would anyone read a book written by such an unknown guy in the sea?

His eyes involuntarily drifted to the line of small words printed below the title of the book - Don Quixote Musgarud.

"Don Quixote... Saint Musgarud?"

After repeating the name several times, Tezulo seemed to understand something.

A thunderclap exploded in his mind. Could it be that...

"Yes, it's exactly what you thought... the 'first half of life' of a Celestial Dragon." Profick laughed heartily, "I believe everyone will be very interested in this."