Sabaody Archipelago, Red-Light District.
A neighborhood that should have been filled with laughter and music was now engulfed in flames and overwhelmed by cries.
This was a lawless zone—the perfect soil for gray markets to take root and thrive.
But precisely because of that, there was no order here. Whether it was the Marines or the World Government, neither exercised any control.
In the red-light district, countless women trying to make a living could only hide in their homes, trembling in fear as they cautiously peeked at the bloodshed and chaos in the streets. Their heavily made-up faces were painted with terror.
Murder,
Arson,
Rape,...
The sudden invasion by the thugs left nothing off the table. These arrogant bastards swaggered through the streets, claiming to be underlings of the Donquixote Family.
At the front were a few men referred to as officers, who used strange and powerful abilities to swiftly eliminate all armed resistance in the district.
They had originally terrorized the North Blue, burning, looting, and expanding wildly through the underworld.
Now, they were preparing to break into the New World.
This time, they had their sights set on a fat, juicy target—
A woman who controlled a massive market share, especially in the red-light business.
Sammi.
She didn't just have market share—she had exclusive resources in human trafficking, intelligence networks, and more.
Most importantly, she was a soft target.
For the fledgling Donquixote Family, this was a mouthwatering piece of meat.
No reason not to devour it.
The Donquixote Family gave Sammi one day to think it over—to go back and consider her options.
If they could take her down without shedding blood, they'd obviously prefer not to waste resources.
...
In the red-light district,
A flustered Sammi repeatedly dialed her Den Den Mushi.
Surrounding her were a group of her most trusted confidants and industry managers.
From the balcony of the high-rise, she could see the mob of thugs flooding the streets, and further off, the coldly watching Donquixote officers.
And among them—
The Heavenly Yaksha who had already made a name for himself in the underworld,Donquixote Doflamingo!!
This upstart from the North Blue had given her an ultimatum—hand over all her businesses and territory immediately, or he would personally reduce the entire red-light district to rubble and build the largest slave market and auction house on the Sabaody Archipelago!
As her calls went unanswered, and her subordinates averted their eyes, it was clear how immense the pressure weighing on Sammi was.
"Beru beru beru..."
Click!
The sudden connection tone made everyone jump to attention instantly.
Heavenly music to their ears!!!
"Moshi moshi, Sammi, what's up?"
"Orin-sama! You finally picked up! We're under attack!!!"
Sammi was on the verge of tears. Her tone carried both relief and a hint of pleading. The men around her were dumbfounded.
Was this really the proud and imposing Madam Sammi?
Right now, she looked more like a bullied girl calling her parents for help.
Meanwhile, the Den Den Mushi that had taken on Orin's appearance showed a calm, pampering smile as it replied:
"...Sorry about that. I was just in the middle of training. I'll be right back."
...
Aboard the Doflamingo pirate ship.
The dark red wine swirled lazily in a tall-stemmed glass. A small maid carried it toward a tall figure at the bow.
A man wearing a pink feathered coat stood there, his spiky golden hair pointing upward in defiance.
Behind his wicked sunglasses, his eyes were unreadable—but the arrogant smirk on his lips said enough. He was a man of unchecked ambition.
He gazed out at the island known as the gateway to the New World.
"A fine place indeed... whether it's for casinos, auctions, or slave trading, the profits are obscene. Letting those women play here? What a waste!"
Doflamingo curled his lips slightly, his sunglasses reflecting a glint of menace, as if already claiming the place for himself.
"Nah, nah, Doffy, should we send the boys now? That woman doesn't seem like she's going to give in. Beh-heh-heh~"
The snot-nosed freak who'd previously threatened Sammi stood in front of him with a lecherous grin, creeping forward as he spoke.
"Hey..."
Doflamingo's smile vanished, and his brow furrowed.
"You're standing too close, Trebol."
The guy's snot was practically touching him.
"Beh-heh-heh, let's wrap this up and get moving. Didn't you say we were heading to Loguetown to watch the Pirate King's execution?"
Trebol kept egging him on. He had long grown sick of Sammi's proud, calm attitude.
A mere red-light district boss? Just a slightly clever woman. What right did she have to negotiate with the mighty Donquixote Family?
Doffy was destined to be king of the world!
And truthfully, Doflamingo did care for his "family." A trivial request like this? He only needed a moment's thought before agreeing with a wicked grin:
"True enough. Let's take out that troublesome woman now."
Dealing with a small-time player on the Sabaody Archipelago wasn't a big deal for him. And with history waiting to be witnessed, he didn't want to waste any more time.
Still, it was crucial for expanding his operations into the New World, so it was worth handling personally.
If he could get a foothold here, then spread his underground network across Paradise and into the New World, he'd become a new king of the underworld—and gain the leverage needed to reclaim Dressrosa.
As the plan unfolded in his mind, Doflamingo lightly stepped forward.
Invisible threads extended from his feet, anchoring into the clouds above.
Like walking on air, his pink silhouette danced across the sky with ease.
At the command of their officers, the Donquixote thugs ceased their rampage and surged toward the red-light district.
Terrified women looked on as the entire block was surrounded.
At the front stood officers of various grotesque appearances.
And ahead of them all, a tall man in sunglasses smirked wickedly.
"You've had more than enough time to think. In the end, we still had to get messy. In that case..."
"I'll just kill you all~"
Just as he was about to give the order to start the slaughter, the crowd fell strangely silent.
So silent, it was frightening.
"Sorry, buddy,"
"Who did you say you were going to kill?"
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