Chapter 550: Slave Traders
Shakky and Elder Nyon waited quietly in the bar. It wasn't until the sky brightened the next day that Rayleigh returned, his face heavy.
"Rayleigh, how did it go? Did you find the three little ones?" Shakky asked quickly.
"I found them, but the situation is not good," Rayleigh said, his expression grim.
"What happened?" Shakky immediately sensed the gravity of the problem.
"It was a slave-trading crew, but they work directly for the Celestial Dragons. They specialize in capturing slaves for them," Rayleigh explained.
The moment he said it, the faces of both Elder Nyon and Shakky changed drastically.
"How is that possible?" Elder Nyon cried out in shock.
"It's highly likely the three girls have already been sent to Mary Geoise," Rayleigh said.
The room fell into a dead silence.
After a long moment, Shakky took a drag from her cigarette. "Elder Nyon, leave this to us," she said. "We will rescue them."
Rayleigh nodded in agreement. He and Shakky exchanged a look; they both knew how difficult this would be. Infiltrating Mary Geoise was no laughing matter. A direct assault was out of the question; even Rayleigh didn't have the nerve for that. They would have to use some... special methods.
While Shakky and Rayleigh were wracking their brains for a solution, a colossal dragon appeared in the sky, plunging headfirst into the bottomless ocean. It was Caesar, in his Azure Dragon form, swimming rapidly towards the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the sea. His destination was Fish-Man Island, ten thousand meters below the surface.
At the port of Fish-Man Island, fires raged and the sounds of battle were incessant. The cries of children and women filled the air.
"Gyahahahaha! After this haul, I'm gonna be rich! Hahahaha!" a one-eyed pirate captain roared with laughter as he looked at the mermaids and fish-men his crew had plundered from the island.
"Captain, a single mermaid is worth at least eighty million Berries at the Sabaody auction house! We've struck gold!" a nearby pirate exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with greed as he stared at the mermaids locked in cages.
"Hahahaha, that's right! If it weren't for the fact that the market is flooded with mermaids lately, driving the price down, they'd be worth at least a hundred million a year ago. But eighty million a piece is still a fortune for us," the one-eyed captain laughed, looking at the huddled mermaids.
"Gahahahahaha!" the rest of the crew joined in the laughter.
"Alright, let's get out of here!" the captain's expression suddenly turned serious. "The island's guards will be here soon. It'll be trouble if we get tied down."
"Yes, sir!" The other pirates' faces also tensed, and they began to set sail.
But in the next moment, a massive shadow fell over their ship. A cold sweat broke out on the one-eyed captain's back. He stiffly raised his head to look up.
"A... a... a giant Sea King!" he stammered, looking at the enormous figure in the sky, so large he couldn't even make out its full form.
Caesar appeared above Fish-Man Island and saw the fires at the port. A flicker of light shone in his eyes. "An invasion? Someone has some nerve." He instantly locked onto the location. "Slave traders? I despise slave traders the most."
As he spoke, his gaze turned cold. His body rapidly shrank. A figure fell from the sky, slamming into the ground of Fish-Man Island. Smoke rose from the impact crater. The slave traders at the port all swallowed hard. The oppressive presence of the massive creature had been immense.
Thump.
A hand covered in scales reached out from the crater. In the next moment, a figure flashed, and Caesar's six-meter-tall, half-beast form appeared before them.
"De... De... Demon Dragon Caesar!" one of the slave traders stammered in shock, unable to get the words out.
As slave traders, they were well aware of the immense wealth their profession offered, and the corresponding dangers it courted. The most feared name among them was the Rockefeller Pirates. No slave trader who had ever been caught by the Rockefeller Pirates had survived. This was a reputation Rockefeller Charlotte had built over nearly twenty years, dedicated to eradicating the slave trade.
"Run!" In the next instant, the slave traders scattered in all directions, hoping to split up and escape Caesar's wrath.
Caesar held his guandao, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he watched them flee. "I'll give you one minute to run," his voice echoed. This only terrified the slave traders more, and they ran for their lives. They had no intention of fighting Caesar, not even a shred of resistance. This was a great pirate of the New World, a man with a bounty of over 1.5 billion Berries.
Caesar watched them run, as if he were looking at prey waiting to be slaughtered. When the minute was up, a red light flashed in his eyes. His figure shot forward like a bolt of lightning. His massive six-meter-tall body moved without a hint of sluggishness. In the next second, he was behind them. The guandao rose and fell.
Heads flew from their bodies, landing neatly in a pile at the Fish-Man Island port. In just a few short minutes, the heads of the several hundred slave traders were stacked high.
Having finished his work, Caesar leaned against his guandao and waited quietly.
Before long, the sound of rhythmic footsteps approached. A large, fat, blue fish-man led a large group of armored fish-man soldiers, running over with an extremely anxious expression. Caesar thought the fish-man in the lead looked vaguely familiar.
It was Jinbe, hurrying over with a squad of soldiers. As they neared the port, the thick stench of blood hit them. Jinbe's brow furrowed, and he slowed his pace. He cautiously approached the port, and the first thing he saw was the pile of over a hundred severed heads. The scene was utterly terrifying. Jinbe's heart skipped a beat. The fish-man soldiers behind him were trembling.
"Heads! Human heads!" many of them cried out in shock.
Hearing them, Caesar rolled his eyes and continued to lean against his guandao, striking what he considered to be a cool pose.
Jinbe suppressed his discomfort and looked to the side. Only then did he see Caesar, holding his pose. The moment he saw him, a smile broke out on Jinbe's face.
"It's Mr. Caesar! Mr. Caesar is here to help us!" Jinbe exclaimed joyfully, shouting to the men behind him.
"Mr. Caesar!" the other fish-men cheered. They had suffered from too many invasions recently.
Hearing the cheers, Caesar stopped posing. He stood up straight, shouldered his guandao, and walked out.
"I was late," he said with a shrug, pointing a thumb at the pile of heads behind him, "but I happened to run into these slave traders."
The pile of heads behind him seemed to tell the story of the bloody battle that had just taken place.
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