Chapter 73 Conquer's Haki, Rayleigh
Mary Geoise
"It's quite annoying. Do we really need to be troubled by this?" Saint Mars massaged his forehead, "But it would be too wasteful to have a fallout with Fish-Man Island over just a few slaves. "
"They have gotten the news," Saint Ju Peter remarked, "I had some people temporarily excuse them by saying there were issues with the equipment. I hope that bastard hurries up. Honestly, who does he think he is to threaten us? "
"However, I believe that if they truly had a conflict before, that guy Brett wouldn't hesitate at all."
Saint Valcurie said coldly, "The situation would become even worse then. "
"In the end, we still pamper those guys too much. " Saint Saturn shook his head, "There's nothing that can be done to assist apart from holding back. "
"But they are the root of our strength. " Saint Mars stated calmly.
The five old stars remained quiet.
The Celestial Dragons are the descendants of the twenty kings who established the world government over the last eight centuries. The current dominance of the Celestial Dragons is meant to honor the achievements of the earlier kings.
"By the way, let's have the navy back off. That kid has a valid reason this time. "
"Speaking of that, that human trafficking place appears to belong to that bastard Doflamingo, right? "
Sabaody islands
Brett stood on the ground of this island for the first time in quite a while. The last time was when the Sun Pirates left.
His arrival didn't capture the attention of those on the shore. After all, Brett looked very much like a human.
"Wait a second, it seems like that guy is a fish-man! ! "
Someone noticed a detail about Brett, "Look at his neck; he's got gills! ! "
"A Fishman? Hahaha, even though fish-men aren't highly valued, but—" Someone quickly approached Brett with a peculiar grin.
Phew-!
Before the man could finish his sentence, his chest was pierced.
Brett shook off the water on his hand and said, "It's too noisy. "
"Holy shit, that guy is! ! "
Finally, someone recognized Brett.
"The fish-man who took down Radley and Aurel last year! ! The deep-sea disaster from that fish-man island! ! "
After all, Brett had been featured in the news, so he still had a level of notoriety.
Brett sprang forward and seized a trembling human, "I need to ask you something, where is the slave auction house? "
"Over here, that way——" The man, terrified, pointed with shaking fingers.
"Great, then please show me the way." Brett took off with the man in hand.
A faint electric glow surrounded him, boosting his speed to its peak as he dashed straight into the vast mangrove forest like a flash of light.
While rushing ahead, Brett pulled out his transponder snail and dialed.
"Director Brett, where are you right now? The auction has begun! "Donald's voice was heard on the snail, saying, "It will be a while until the mermaids are sold. They are the main event. "
"It's okay if you're a bit late. My friends and I borrowed a lot of money. Luckily, there is no Celestial Dragons here this time. I'll give bidding a try."
"I'm heading to the Auction center right now. You should exit first. "Brett expressed this.
"Uh, alright, I get it." Donald didn't inquire further and ended the call.
The man held by Brett's hand opened his eyes wide.
'Is he here to save the captured mermaids?
How dare he? Even if there aren't any celestial dragons present, the auction attendees are wealthy and noble individuals from around the globe.
What a lunatic!'
Brett could hear this man's voice, but it wasn't something he needed to focus on.
He was just speeding up, continually increasing his pace, and even added some strength to his legs. The electrical charge propelled him to run at full speed, making him appear like a blur in the forest. One moment he was here and the next moment he was somewhere else, barely visible in the distance.
He was getting close.
Donald listened toBrett's instructions and quickly exited the auction house with two large boxes. However, he did not leave and remained outside the auction house door.
The initial preparations were done, so how could he miss this final chance to earn favor?
Then he received a call.
"Oh? Have you located them? Are they at the pub? Alright, make sure they're calm, and I'll bring Director Brett there soon. "
As soon as he hung up, Donald noticed a bright light speeding in the distance.
Donald was so astonished that he raised his hand to greet it when the light bounced off the ground and shot up into the sky, leaving behind just a stunned man below.
Donald quickly turned and saw the light striking the auction house from above.
Boom
Swallowing hard, Donald began to understand why Brett wanted him to come out first.
The sudden crash interrupted the ongoing auction.
Through the smoke, Brett shook his legs. There was chaos around his feet. Many people, both men and women, had fainted because they believed they were blown away by the impact.
He heard many voices saying, "What just happened? " "Did the roof explode? " "I think I just saw someone fall! "
But those were not the responses he was eager to hear.
Brett allowed his emotions to fade away.
In the next moment, his eyes went wide.
Brett stumbled out of the smoke, his steps even a bit unsteady.
In front of him, there was a stage that was decorated beautifully. On that stage stood a man who was dressed nicely and looked surprised. He was holding a mic, and next to him was a beautiful woman who was kneeling without any clothes, except for a collar around her neck.
"Who are you? " The host with the mic shouted loudly.
Brett waved his hand, and a drop of water shot out, striking the host's chest, causing the man to fall back.
Thud
The entire venue fell silent for a moment.
Then,
"He killed him! ! "
"Guards! ! Where are the guards? "
"Damn it, call the navy! Dare to interrupt me while I'm trying to buy mermaids! "
" Let's catch this guy too! He seems strong and would make a good slave! "
"He's somewhat handsome if you look closely. It would be fun to torture him, right? "
Brett could hear various sounds all around him.
The feelings of anger, greed, fear, and a desire to kill emerged from the audience.
But the stronger noise came from behind the stage.
Feelings of despair, fear, pain, and even a deathly stillness.
There were cries, loud and desperate.
It felt like being in a deep, dark hole, away from all light, with nothing but the final cries of desperation ringing out.
'Brother Tiger, have you ever made such sounds?
Did the fellow crew members on the ship also cry out like that back then?
Do many humans really make such sounds?'
Brett sensed that he was surrounded by darkness.
This darkness represented the cruelty of humanity.
"It's too loud! ! ! "Suddenly, Brett shouted in anger.
The wind began to gust in the enclosed venue, swirling around Brett.
The bidders, still shouting or getting ready to leave, turned pale when the wind hit them and fell unconscious with foam at their mouths.
Brett took a deep breath.
It seemed like he had awakened some amazing power.
But this wasn't the moment to dwell on it.
Brett moved down the aisle between the seats, nonchalantly removing his clothes and tossing them onto the unconscious woman on stage.
On his chest was a bright red sun emblem.
It symbolized the light that breaks through the darkness.
He jumped onto the stage and kicked down the wall, entering the backstage area.
It had grown quiet here, and many people with collars on their necks and handcuffs on their hands had also fainted.
Yet, a few people still remained conscious, staring at Brett in shock.
Brett paid them no mind and searched the area, soon spotting the mermaids locked inside four large fish tanks.
The four young girls still looked afraid, also wearing collars around their necks.
They were small, thin, and had marks from whips on their bodies.
Brett pressed his lips together.
For now, he needed to rescue them first.
When Brett was on the verge of shattering the tank, a sudden thought struck him.
'The collars on their necks, will explode. I need to find the keys first.'
"You look like you require assistance, young man? "
A voice emerged from the back.
Brett looked back.
What he noticed was a strong and robust elderly man with nearly white hair, sporting gold-rimmed spectacles and a straight scar across his right eye.
Brett's eyes grew large.
"Dark King, Rayleigh? "
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