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At that instant, everything became silent. Time seemed to freeze. The CP9 members' faces were filled with astonishment, as if their souls had solidified and their thoughts had stopped. They were completely unable to imagine what would happen next.
The silver pistol gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
The muzzle seemed to emit a hazy glow, then a bullet flew out, piercing Spandam's chest, freezing his smug, mocking expression.
A red flower bloomed right before their eyes.
...
Tossing up and falling, then tossing and falling again.
Leisurely crossing his legs on the table, slumped in the highest officer's seat, which was originally Spandam's.
He casually tossed an object in his hand.
Once, twice!
Someone's heart seemed to beat with the up and down motion before their eyes. No, the object being tossed was actually a heart.
"Thump." The heart, restrained by a square mysterious space, steadily landed in Law's hand, but it still made someone break out in a cold sweat.
"Weren't you very talkative? Why are you silent now?" With a gentle squeeze, Spandam, who stood before him like a dog, screamed miserably, begging repeatedly.
"Spare me, I'll never dare again. I'm just a dog, yes, I'm a dog." For his life, Spandam abandoned all dignity. Besides, did he even have dignity?
"Is that so? How can a dog not bark? Does a silent dog bite? Do you want to bite me?" Law said coldly, glancing at Spandam. The force in his hand also increased slightly, and the heart was squeezed tight.
"Woof woof woof."
"Hahahaha." Law couldn't help but laugh. He was truly pitiful and humble.
This was the consequence of having no strength. What did high status matter? Without strength, you were just a dog.
In a world where strength was paramount, everything else was false. Law knew this from the beginning, so he frantically cultivated his strength. Status? With strength, status would naturally follow.
"From now on, you'll be a dog. Willing?" Law looked at Spandam with cold eyes.
The latter was very disheveled.
Bandages stained with blood wrapped around his chest. He had indeed been shot. Law had fired the shot.
Dead?
Of course not.
Law had saved his dog's life again, only incidentally taking his heart.
"Willing, willing." Spandam nodded like a pug.
At this scene, the respectfully standing CP9 members looked on, but no one spoke.
All CP9 members were standing, including Blueno, whom they believed was severely injured and incurable. Law himself had fired the shot and knew the extent of his injuries. He was seriously injured, but the Op-Op Fruit could save him.
"From now on, Enies Lobby is under my command. Any problems?"
"No problem." Spandam said fawningly.
Since the highest-ranking officer, Spandam, had no problem, none of the CP9 members had any objections. Even the arrogant Lucci now bowed his head. Did a defeated person have the right to refuse?
Moreover, CP9 now respected and feared Law.
Law was younger than even Kalifa, the youngest CP9 member, yet his strength surpassed all of them. In a world where strength was paramount.
And Law's methods of manipulating life and death also made them shudder.
"Very good." Law patted Spandam's face with satisfaction. "Be a good dog. Only dogs have a chance to live. Of course, you can go to the World Government for help and say that I'm bullying Enies Lobby." "No, no," Spandam said, greatly flustered.
He did indeed think so in his heart.
Yesterday, he was still the highest-ranking officer of CP9, the most powerful person in Enies Lobby. Now he was someone else's dog, so he naturally couldn't accept it.
Spandam, of course, wanted to return to his former glory. He wanted to seek help from the World Government, to make the World Government or Marine Headquarters intervene, to force Law to leave.
"You can go for help. At most, I'll leave Enies Lobby. I'm just afraid that some people will never be able to leave." Law sneered.
Is anyone dead?
No one died.
Moreover, even if a CP9 member really died, Law didn't think he would actually be executed or sent to Impel Down. He believed Admiral Zefa would protect him.
Even if he couldn't be protected, Law had no fear. He was not what he used to be. With his current strength, where couldn't he go?
"......" Spandam chuckled dryly.
His heart was filled with bitterness.
Looking at the heart in Law's hand, he really didn't dare to seek help from the World Government now. Even if he did, even if the other party left Enies Lobby, what about himself? His life and death were still in the other party's hands.
Even if the World Government forcibly demanded the heart back.
But what about the future?
Everything Law had shown had already terrified Spandam. Even the most foolish person could see how brilliant Law's future would be. If Law became an Admiral, what would Spandam be, even as the highest-ranking officer of Enies Lobby?
To kill him, he wouldn't even need to make a move; it would be a matter of a single word.
For safety, for the future, Spandam ultimately chose to be a dog.
He believed that the other party would absolutely not stay in Enies Lobby for a long time. A mere Enies Lobby couldn't keep the other party. As long as he endured, he would succeed. He would live. He would still be the highest-ranking officer of Enies Lobby.
"Does CP9 have a mission now?" Law asked.
"CP9 just completed a mission a week ago. They are currently on rest. The World Government and Marine Headquarters have not issued any new missions," Spandam replied obediently.
"Then prepare. You'll depart with me today to execute a mission," Law ordered.
He stood up, holding the heart, and walked out the door. "Prepare a room for me."
"Yes, yes, yes." Spandam ran back and forth like a servant, making arrangements. He performed extremely well. Finally, he carefully looked at the heart in Law's hand—his heart.
"That..."
"What? My heart?" Law held the heart and pointed it at Spandam.
The latter nodded, begging Law.
Having his heart controlled by someone else, this feeling was too terrifying. Spandam couldn't bear it and felt like he was about to collapse.
"Do you want a shattered heart?" Law tightened his grip.
Spandam screamed miserably.
"No, no, no, I don't want it. Spare me. I'm just a dog."
"Then get lost." Law knew that fear was the best way to make someone obedient.
"Yes, yes, yes."
The CP9 members watched this scene with pounding hearts. Although they didn't fear Spandam, he was still their superior. Now he was worse than a dog. Their fear and apprehension of Law grew even deeper.
Was such a person controlling CP9 a good or bad thing?
They didn't know, but they knew that they had no say in any of it.