"Hey, did you even hear what I said?"
Anasui saw that Van Gogh, who was stuck in the ground, didn't reply.
He then kicked him in the forehead.
"Clang—"
But who would have thought, Van Gogh's head simply fell backward.
And this fall exposed the bullet hole at the back of his head.
"Wh-what's going on?!" Anasui suddenly stepped back two paces.
"He clearly dodged the second bullet, so why is he still dead?!"
At this moment, a young man dressed as a servant next to him also stepped forward and explained to Anasui:
"Perhaps it was what he called fate."
The young man pointed to a water pipe nearby; on it, there was a bullet mark.
It was because of that water pipe that the bullet, after hitting it and ricocheting multiple times, ultimately landed on Van Gogh's head, causing his death.
"This…"
Anasui was stunned on the spot.
At this moment, the young man beside him also said with considerable regret, "Speaking of which, this old brother's painting skills are among the best I've ever seen. It's a pity he died by a musket; otherwise, I really would have liked to spar with him."
When Van Gogh was painting just now, he had also watched from the side. Although their painting styles were different, their appreciation for art was universal.
As a painter, he could also grasp the artistic conception in Van Gogh's paintings.
However, Anasui, who was nearby, heard these words, and immediately burst out laughing, looking at him askance, "That's Van Gogh, and you think you can compete with him?"
"What's so special about Van Gogh? He still has two eyes, two ears… now probably only one, two nostrils, and one mouth."
"And don't look at how young I am now; painting is something that requires talent!"
"Oh, really?" Anasui smiled, not caring, and just casually said, "Then I'll find you. Please draw a painting that can restore everything around us to its original state."
"Piece of cake!"
The young man smiled and then began to look around.
But due to the destruction of the heavy rain, plus the damage from other secondary dimension characters.
Even though a department store was right behind him, he couldn't find a single pen to draw with at this moment.
Anasui, seeing this, didn't mind and prepared to find another famous painter.
"Van Gogh is out, so Picasso should be too…"
He was just thinking, but after only a few steps forward, he felt a gust of wind blow past.
Upon closer inspection, it was a beautifully dressed woman holding a broom, meticulously sweeping away the traces left by characters like the dwarves, Pinocchio, and Snow White.
As the broom swept, the ground quickly returned to its original state.
At this moment, the young man also walked up to Anasui, put his arm around his shoulder, and said, "How about it, old brother, my painting skills aren't bad, right?"
Anasui was overwhelmed by the sudden situation and stiffly nodded when he heard the young man's somewhat smug voice.
Turning around to look, he saw a ink wash painting splashed on the wall of the department store.
It was a painting of a pavilion, swept clean and tidy.
Anasui was dumbfounded.
"Is painting really that fast?"
Although he didn't understand, Anasui was greatly astonished.
"But… where did this guy find the ink and brush?" In his confusion, Anasui's gaze swept over the entrance of the building next door, only to see that the mop used by the cleaner had disappeared.
And looking closer at the "ink" on the wall, wasn't it just the dirty water from the sewage bucket?
"Hey, who exactly are you?"
"I am…"
On the other side, Kai Ishida was still desperately attacking Akainu in the deep pit, expending his stamina as if it were worthless, squandering it recklessly.
Under such high-frequency attacks, even Akainu couldn't move half a step from the deep pit.
However, Kai Ishida's stamina was not endless.
His current identity card was, after all, the elderly Whitebeard.
It was already difficult for him to last until now.
"Clang—"
Murakumogiri slipped from his grasp, and Kai Ishida knelt on the ground on one knee.
What defeated Whitebeard was not just time, but also his many illnesses.
Large beads of sweat gathered on Kai Ishida's forehead, and at the same time, his body began to tremble slightly.
"My strength… is constantly declining, I… I can't breathe…"
And in the deep pit, Akainu, no longer obstructed, leaped out.
"It's my turn, you fellow, you might as well die!"
Akainu's fist had already turned into magma, and the shape of a dog's head began to be outlined on the surface of the magma.
"Dog Bite Red Lotus!"
"Not good!" Weather, seeing this, quickly used his Stand ability to create an invisible armor on the surface of Kai Ishida's body with rapidly rotating airflow.
But this could only delay the attack's arrival.
Soon, the armor shattered.
The magma dog's head was about to devour Kai Ishida's brain.
Just at this critical moment, a broom suddenly appeared, dispersing Akainu's attack.
"What?!"
"Sa… saved." Star Platinum instantly appeared, dragging Kai Ishida's body backward at high speed.
At the same time, with the appearance of the broom, Kai Ishida's body also returned to its original state.
Whitebeard's power and illnesses all disappeared.
It was then that Kai Ishida seriously looked at the newcomer.
"What's going on?" Looking at the woman dressed as a geisha who suddenly appeared, he was instantly stunned.
Shouldn't it be a guy with a vacuum cleaner?
When did Van Gogh learn to paint portraits of court ladies?!!!
Before Kai Ishida could react, Akainu in front of him was directly swept back into the comic book by the broom, and the woman's steps did not stop, continuing to deal with other secondary dimension products.
"But, I guess that's resolved." Kai Ishida let out a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Anasui's voice came from behind him.
"Hey, Kai Ishida, the thing you asked me to do has been perfectly resolved."
"Although that guy Van Gogh committed suicide, I found another very powerful painter."
"Who… who… who?!!!"
Kai Ishida turned around, wanting to see which master it was.
But upon turning his head, he realized that next to Anasui, a young man was waving and greeting him.
His appearance was exactly like that in Stephen Chow's movie.
"Tang Bohu!!!!"
Tang Bohu, hearing this, also smiled, then smugly said to Anasui next to him, "See? I told you, I still have some fame."
Then, he walked in front of Kai Ishida, extended a hand, and said:
"My name is Tang Yin, you can also call me Tang Bohu. I'm a painter of court ladies…"