One Piece: I wield thunder and lightning

In the piercing gaze of Waldo and his cohorts, a pirate sporting a Viking horn hat materialized from the throng, his countenance bearing a disdainful sneer aimed directly at Waldo.

"I didn't reckon you'd stoop so low as to be a spy," Waldo retorted, his tone growing frigid as he addressed the core member of his own pirate crew. Betrayals and treachery were commonplace in the cutthroat world of piracy; for these denizens of the sea, such betrayals were as routine as breathing.

Yet, when betrayal festered within his own crew, especially by one he had trusted, the fury that ignited within Waldo was beyond measure.

"However, to be intercepted by a mere Navy at this juncture—should I brand you ignorant or fearless?" Waldo questioned, his voice laced with contempt.

Despite being poisoned, Waldo and other top-tier pirates possessed bodies akin to fortresses. Even if a toxin lethal to ordinary folk invaded their systems, they could stave off its effects temporarily with their superhuman physical attributes.

Much like Whitebeard during the Summit War, who, despite grievous injuries, retained his combat prowess, fending off scores of Marines and even the unscathed Blackbeard thereafter. Such displays underscored why the titans of the sea were dubbed monsters.

While Waldo acknowledged that the present moment warranted retreat, knowing that once they secured a safe haven, Nightin, his trusted subordinate, would concoct an antidote using his exceptional pharmacological expertise, the sight of the traitor responsible for their predicament exacerbated his simmering ire.

Who did this scoundrel think he was dealing with?

Did he truly believe Waldo's moniker, the World Destroyer, to be a mere facade?

"Hey, what do you take us for!?"

"Despite my dire poisoning, dispatching you is as simple as swatting a fly. Surrender the antidote obediently, and perhaps we'll expedite your demise!"

"Indeed, hand it over!"

The surrounding pirates, those still capable of mustering their strength, began to arm themselves, fixing their menacing glares upon the Navy spy. Though they knew the Navy would soon clear the surrounding hurdles and converge upon their location, they also knew that failure to detoxify before the Navy's arrival would leave them with only one recourse: death.

"Navy?"

The Navy spy, clad in the horned hat, regarded the pirates, initially puzzled, then erupted into laughter. "We're not affiliated with those Navy lackeys. Moreover, who in their right mind carries an antidote on their person after poisoning others?"

The spy's words sent a shiver down the spines of the surrounding pirates as they surveyed their fallen comrades, the agonizing pain coursing through their bodies plunging them into despair.

"Ha! Since we're all headed for the abyss, brothers, let's make it count! Taking down one will be a victory, two a triumph!"

"Agreed! With over ten thousand soldiers at our disposal, even in our demise, we shall paint the World Government's lackeys a vibrant hue!"

"Enough! Poison poses no threat to us!"

Waldo then instructed one of his nearby pirates, "Quick, summon Nightin!"

Waldo's confidence wasn't born of arrogance; rather, it stemmed from his unwavering trust in Nightin's medical prowess.

However, unbeknownst to Waldo as he issued the command, the pirate who received it, upon casting a glance at the traitor lurking behind Waldo, curled his lips into a smirk before producing a pistol from his waist.