One Piece: Please Call Me Godfather!

Seeing the person approaching, Jackson was startled. "Not good, Rein, this guy is Bartolomeo! The Barto Club's leader, he only came over from the neighboring island to be a thug last year. Although his influence isn't that large yet, he's a very strong Devil Fruit user!!"

No need for Jackson's explanation, Reinhardt already knew the reason for Bartolomeo's reputation.

His Devil Fruit ability was indeed incredibly powerful.

"Good! Ten times, no, ten times more!"

Wolf loudly responded to Bartolomeo, "Hurry up and let me eliminate him!"

"Very good!"

Bartolomeo grinned, "No need to be so generous, monster, just pour your own moldy mushrooms!"

Reinhardt nodded gently, "Then let me show a bit of myself."

"Show? Good kid, then watch carefully!"

With both index and middle fingers crossed, his hands came together before his chest. In the blink of an eye, a transparent barrier appeared in front of Bartolomeo.

"Impact barrier!!"

With Bartolomeo's loud shout, the barrier in front of him instantly charged toward Reinhardt.

Bartolomeo was a Bari Bari no Mi user, capable of creating barriers that were almost indestructible.

At least Reinhardt didn't think of breaking it. After all, even Kozuki Oden couldn't break this kind of barrier.

However, the barrier's unbeatable defense didn't mean that Bartolomeo was invincible.

"A!"

Reinhardt simply raised his right hand and casually pressed it down, instantly feeling as if a mountain had crashed onto Bartolomeo's head. His head went completely numb, and then he was slammed to the ground, his entire body sinking into the earth like a hammer.

The barrier that was aimed at Reinhardt also crashed into the invisible mental force shield but suddenly stopped, and then, losing its control, it dissipated.

The mental force was formless and intangible, able to condense and dissipate freely within a one hundred meter radius centered on Reinhardt.

"What!!"

Wolf's legs went weak as he witnessed Bartolomeo, the greatest threat to him, being instantly crushed into the ground by Reinhardt's force.

How strong is this little demon, Ulysses?

How can such a monster be defeated?

Reinhardt raised his right hand, and the invisible mental force immediately gripped Wolf's throat, lifting him up.

In front of Reinhardt, even the strongest man from Loguetown's underground world seemed as helpless as a small mouse, completely without any power to resist.

"Are you afraid? Fear of your enemy means you've already lost."

"Please, please spare me—"

Wolf struggled to speak, "Spare me!"

"Mercy is a virtue, but only my family and friends deserve my mercy," Reinhardt said. "And you are not worthy of my friendship."

"What do you want to do to my master!"

A figure shot up into the sky, Bartolomeo, blood dripping from his shattered skull, clenched his right fist, enveloping it in a barrier, and threw a punch toward Reinhardt.

Reinhardt remained calm and unbothered, instead praising him. "Very good. A man who doesn't follow the pact can't be called a man. A man who fears a strong enemy is a useless man. You are a rare man indeed."

"Then I truly thank you for the praise!!"

Bartolomeo roared.

Reinhardt said, "I want to give you one more piece of advice—don't show anger in front of your enemy. It will only cloud your judgment."

Anger is fundamentally useless, and the invisible mental force seized Bartolomeo, leaving him struggling uselessly, suspended in mid-air.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit!!"

Bartolomeo raged in helpless fury, his mental force even binding each of his fingers, making it impossible for him to use his powers. "What the hell is your ability?!"

Reinhardt laughed and said, "A secret, it's the power of charisma."

"Good, you stay quiet for a moment."

The mental force flowed, and Bartolomeo's mouth was tightly sealed, unable to produce any sound.

Reinhardt looked toward the approaching enemies before him.

Hundreds of spears of various lengths were aimed at him, and sharp swords and blades gleamed coldly.

"You should be dealt with."

He raised his right hand, and massive mental force gathered around Reinhardt's body.

All the bullets and artillery were blocked by this mental force, and then the mental power began to reshape, turning into countless tiny blades.

"Let the fresh sea breeze blow away all the dust."

The right hand fell, and a light breeze swept through.

Countless blossoms of blood erupted, each one on the enemy's body pierced with numerous small holes. Within a few breaths, the beach was covered in a mist of blood, and even distant ships on the sea were blown apart into pieces.

Then, on the shore, there was not a single person left standing.

"En, en, en, en—"

Unable to speak, Bartolomeo was terrified by the scene, sweat pouring down his forehead, helplessly moaning in agony.

As for Wolf, he was utterly stunned.

"Not human, you're not human, monster, monster—"

He murmured these two words repeatedly, his eyes vacant.

"A, a!!!"

A scream of agony rang out from the side. Jackson, leading Connor, arrived. Connor looked at Reinhardt, who was constantly shouting, with his crotch soaked.

Reinhardt casually squeezed, and Wolf's half-mad body was crushed under immense force, directly collapsing into a pool of blood.

Bartolomeo looked at this scene, his eyes rolled back, and his injuries caused him to lose consciousness.

Connor tried to stay calm, but he was trembling in fear. "Father, Father, I was wrong, I was wrong, Father, please spare me! After all these years, I'll expose all the traitors in my family, please spare me."

"Be quiet, Mr. Connor."

Reinhardt said with a smile, "The bodies are piled up too much, it will easily cause a plague, and problems in the villages. I'll handle it first."

As his right hand lifted, the ground suddenly began to shake violently.

A huge gap suddenly cracked open, and then two massive chunks of earth began to rotate. All the bodies fell into the crack between them, and the two pieces of earth rotated, burying all the blood deep beneath the ground.

"Si—"

Seeing this earth-shattering scene, Jackson couldn't help but take a deep breath, "Divine lake technique."

[ TL/N : By the way, I hope the readers can point the mistakes that they see in the translation. ]