One Piece: Please Call Me Godfather!

Reinhardt's strength is not weak, even among the powerful figures of the Grand Line, he is no mere weakling.

Having spent years navigating the Grand Line, Reinhardt certainly hasn't wasted his time.

Whether it is martial arts or Devil Fruit abilities, both have been honed to an equivalent level.

Especially the Devil Fruit ability, combined with his speech-enhancing system, is enough to unleash terrifyingly powerful strength.

Reinhardt believes that with his current strength, he should have no problem defeating someone at the level of a Shichibukai.

Dealing with these East Blue-level underlings could only be described as child's play.

Frightened out of his wits, Connor dared not hide anything and trembled as he confessed everything.

Alongside him in betraying the family were three others, and with Brad, whom he had just recruited last night, that made five in total.

The reason for the betrayal was quite simple.

Which nobles and generals don't have ambitions?

The Godfather had always planned for a successor from the Ulysses family.

To be honest, if Reinhardt were in their shoes, he would probably feel just as uncomfortable, wouldn't he?

Aside from Brad, the other three were important figures in the family.

The four of them together practically controlled half of the Ulysses family's territory.

No wonder the old Godfather hadn't discovered anything earlier.

At first, when Leon and the old Godfather were taken care of, they thought they could take over the family, but they didn't expect Reinhardt's return.

Yesterday, Reinhardt had already frightened them terribly. They knew that once the truth came out, they would undoubtedly meet their end, and that's when they had no choice but to take desperate measures.

At first, their plan was to lead their subordinates alongside Reinhardt to chase after Black Claw, and then join forces with Black Claw to kill Reinhardt.

But they didn't expect Reinhardt to directly bring Connor and fly over, completely disrupting their plan. The other four must still be waiting for Connor's notification.

"These damn bastards!!!"

After Connor had explained everything necessary, he angrily twisted Jackson's neck, cursing, "Traitor! Scoundrel! Mongrel! Son of a bitch!!!"

"Alright, Uncle Jackson."

Reinhardt casually buried Connor and said gently, "Relying on language to vent anger is the most meaningless thing. Let's speak through actions."

"Right! Right!" Jackson nodded repeatedly, "Those bastards! I want to tear them apart, crush their bones into dust!"

"It's nothing difficult," Reinhardt smiled and said.

Earlier, Reinhardt had crushed Wolf into a pile of minced meat; what is crushing bones and flesh?

"However, Rein, what about this guy?" Jackson glanced at the unconscious Bartolomeo still floating in the air, "Aren't you going to kill him?"

Reinhardt waved his hand, and Bartolomeo drifted over to him. "He has potential. He will become the pillar of the family in the future."

Jackson nodded, "But with his personality, he won't easily submit, right?"

"I'll give him a reason he can't refuse."

Outside the Ulysses family's manor, several family officials were now like ants on a hot pan, extremely anxious.

Especially Brad, who was pacing back and forth, drenched in sweat, his whole body looking like he had just been pulled out of the water, "What is Connor doing! Why hasn't he brought that kid out yet!"

"Calm down, Brad! You're too frantic!" one person said.

He actually felt a bit regretful inside. Was bringing this guy in really a good thing?

Looking at him now, he feared that whenever someone like Reinhardt appeared before him, he would be so frightened that he might directly expose himself.

But even so, that kid's strength was a bit frightening, far beyond East Blue standards.

Otherwise, his group wouldn't have been forced into this situation.

Another person spoke, "Connor didn't even notice the old man's flaws. As long as Reinhardt doesn't read minds, there shouldn't be a problem. There might be something that delayed him. Let's wait a bit."

Brad took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. To shift his focus, he asked, "If Reinhardt dies, who will take over as the Godfather?"

The traitor inside gave him a strange look, wondering how he hadn't noticed before. Was this guy really such a fool?

Everything isn't even settled yet, and he's already discussing how to divide the spoils?

He said coldly, "At that time, it will depend on ability."

Although he said that, in his heart, he had already sentenced Brad to death.

For someone so foolish, if he wasn't the first to die, who would die first?

"Alright."

Brad nodded in satisfaction.

In terms of combat power, he was basically only weaker than Jackson in the family. As long as Reinhardt and Jackson died, who else could stop him from taking the position of Godfather?

After waiting a few more minutes, even those who had been calm were starting to feel anxious. They couldn't help but wonder, "What's going on? Why hasn't he come out yet? Did Connor really blow it?"

"Sorry to keep you waiting. I was handling some matters and just found out you've been waiting for me."

At that moment, the voice they had been waiting for sounded behind them.

The group hurriedly composed themselves and turned around. Sure enough, they saw Reinhardt and Jackson standing right in front of them.

One person spoke, "Godfather, Jackson, you've finally arrived!"

When turning around, he noticed that Brad's face had turned pale in an instant, and his whole body seemed listless.

What a useless fool. If it weren't for that part of his body being part of the centaur, bringing such a useless person into the plan would only add more trouble.

Then, very quickly, they noticed that Connor's figure was also missing behind Reinhardt.

He must have been assigned to handle something else. The others didn't bother much about it and hurriedly said, "Godfather, please make a move quickly, if we delay any longer, Black Claw will probably escape."

Reinhardt gently replied, "No, there's no need."

"No need?"

The group was stunned by Reinhardt's words. What did he mean by no need? For a moment, they didn't know how to respond.

"I've always believed that family is the most precious existence in the world."

Reinhardt spoke calmly, as if casually chatting with family, "If you don't cherish your family, you don't deserve to be called human."

The group didn't understand what Reinhardt meant, so they could only echo, "As you say."

Reinhardt lightly nodded, "Since you agree, then, my dear sirs, can you tell me what should I do with people like you?"

The faces of the group turned ashen in an instant. Brad, even more so, seemed to sway and was about to collapse onto the ground.

Brad ultimately didn't fall to the ground, because they were all immobilized, their bodies bound tightly by an invisible force.

The group could only desperately produce sounds,

"Godfather, Godfather—please, please show mercy—"

"Shh."

Reinhardt raised his right index finger to his lips, gently silencing them, "Quiet, gentlemen, no need to ask me for mercy. I am powerless, only Satan can show mercy to people like you."