Chapter 1017: Watching a Play and Being Discovered

At this moment, Tezoro's face was as pale as paper, and his face was full of pain that could not be concealed.

He slowly lowered his head, which had been held high. The strong unwillingness deep in his heart was like a surging tide, hitting his fragile mental defenses wave after wave.

Finally, he could no longer suppress his emotions and let the tears of regret and despair roll down his cheeks.

"Damn it!!!"

With a heart-wrenching roar, Tesoro swung his fist heavily and smashed it hard on the hard ground.

Every blow seemed like an accusation against the unfairness of fate, but it only brought more pain and powerlessness.

Saint Trast, who was standing aside and watching coldly, had a creepy smile on his face as he quietly stared at the man in extreme pain in front of him.

Listening to Tesoro's howls filled with grief and indignation, he not only showed no mercy, but instead revealed an almost perverted expression of enjoyment.

"Hmm~ This wailing sound full of resentment is so beautiful and wonderful!" Saint Trast narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured to himself intoxicatedly.

It seemed that the suffering and torture that Tezulo had endured had become his greatest source of pleasure at the moment.

Enelu sat cross-legged on the beam of the roof, overlooking the fierce fight taking place below, his heart filled with pride.

This wonderful performance was exactly what he expected and was even better than he had imagined, which made him extremely satisfied.

At this moment, Enelu suddenly felt a little thirsty and couldn't help but think of the sweet and juicy apple.

How nice it would be if I could have two apples to satisfy my craving!

It was a pity that the room had become a ruin after the thrilling battle just now. It was a mess everywhere. Not to mention apples, even any other food to fill the stomach was nowhere to be found.

Just when Enel was expecting the Holy Order of Trast to kill Tesoro without mercy, something unexpected happened.

Saint Trast actually stopped his actions, and slowly retracted his fist with an expressionless face, as if the fierce battle just now was just an insignificant warm-up exercise for him.

Then, with a cold look in his eyes, he raised his foot and stepped hard on Tesoro's head.

Accompanied by a dull crashing sound - "Bang!", Tesoro was instantly stepped on by Saint Trast and could not move.

"Uh!"

Tezulo groaned.

Due to the strong pressure, his cheeks kept rubbing against the rough ground, making a series of heart-wrenching sounds.

"Listen to me, you bastard!" Saint Trast said coldly, his tone full of unquestionable majesty, "Immediately order your men to closely monitor all the actions of the Kuro Pirates. Once the navy arrives here, you must immediately use your devil fruit ability to firmly control all of those guys!"

At this point, he turned his head slightly and glanced at the three people standing behind him like puppets, and then added: "It's just like controlling these three idiots behind me! Do you understand?!"

Tezulo clenched his teeth tightly, his cheeks bulging slightly due to excessive force, but he remained silent.

When Saint Trast saw that he didn't say anything, his gloomy face seemed to be able to drip water, making people afraid to approach him easily.

Enelu, who was hanging on the beam, looked a little surprised and confused when he heard his words.

"This guy's target is actually us?" Enel couldn't help but murmured in a low voice, secretly surprised in his heart.

He was just watching the dispute with a spectator's mindset, but he didn't expect to be dragged into it in the blink of an eye. It really proved the old saying: "When you are at home, disaster will come from the sky."

Thinking of this, Enelu couldn't help but smile bitterly, feeling like an innocent passerby who was inexplicably dragged into a storm.

Enel couldn't suppress his inner doubts, and muttered to himself what he was thinking.

However, what he never expected was that just such a whisper actually caught the attention of Saint Trast below.

Saint Trast's ears suddenly moved twice, as if he heard some unusual sound.

Then, almost at the same moment, he turned around suddenly and raised his head to look at the rooftop above.

"You? Who are you?" Saint Trast shouted in surprise, and his voice exploded in the air like thunder.

At the same time, his eyes, which were originally as calm as water, suddenly became sharp, and two sharp gazes shot straight at the figure on the roof.

At this moment, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his heart was full of doubts and vigilance.

When did this guy appear there? Why didn't I notice his presence before?

Saint Trast's expression became more and more solemn.