"Kill them all. Leave no one alive."
White Flame didn't even glance at the terrified guards screaming for revenge.
He simply turned, lit another cigarette, and took a slow drag.
Behind him, his six IBMs burst into motion.
And then—hell itself descended.
In the blink of an eye, blood sprayed across the marble floors.
Severed limbs spun through the air like broken toys.
The once-booming casino erupted into chaos as gamblers and dealers alike shrieked,
trampling each other in blind panic.
"You bastards! You think I'm easy prey?!"
With a roar that shook the building, Snowbear forced himself to his feet.
His body bulged like an inflating balloon,
muscles tearing through his suit until it shredded off his frame.
In moments, a monstrous, fur-covered beast stood where the man had been—
a brown-furred giant bear, eyes burning red with rage.
"I'm a Zoan-type Bear-Bear Fruit user!" he bellowed.
"One of Sheepshead's men—
and we serve none other than Drought Jack, one of Kaido's Three Disasters!"
He slammed a clawed fist into the ground, cracking the marble.
"You've just signed your death warrant, brat!
No one challenges the Beasts Pirates and lives!"
He lunged—
—but before he could take a step, something appeared in front of him.
A towering, bandaged figure,
taller than the bear himself.
"W-What the hell is that?!"
For the first time in years, Snowbear felt fear coil in his gut.
The creature's blank, bandaged face betrayed no expression—
no eyes, no mouth, no sound—
yet its presence pressed on him like a mountain,
an instinctive warning of certain death.
His pride screamed at him to fight,
to remind himself he was a commander of the Beasts Pirates.
He charged anyway.
A mistake.
SHRIP!
Ten crimson lines bloomed across his chest in the shape of a cross,
deep enough to expose bone.
Hot blood splattered the floor.
"You… you monster…"
Pain flooded his body.
He couldn't comprehend it—
his hide was harder than steel,
bullets and blades barely scratched him.
Yet this creature had ripped through his flesh as if it were paper.
"Little Six," White Flame's voice came from behind, calm and cold,
"Don't kill him yet."
He exhaled a thin ring of smoke, the ember of his cigarette glowing faintly in the dim light.
"Start by taking his legs."
A chill spread down Snowbear's spine.
He didn't even have time to beg before the IBM's claws flashed again.
THUD.
Both legs hit the floor.
His screams tore through the hall, echoing off the walls as blood pooled beneath him.
"Every lie you tell," White Flame said, stepping closer,
"will cost you another limb."
"Now tell me—where is Drought Jack?"
"I-I don't know! Please, I swear—"
CRACK.
His arm was gone before he could finish.
"Wait! I remember!" Snowbear shrieked through the pain.
"Sheepshead—he said he was going with Drought Jack to capture some scientist!
A valuable one! Someone who can make more of those… those fake Devil Fruits!"
White Flame's eyes narrowed.
"A scientist who can create artificial fruits…
That would be M. Caesar Clown."
He flicked the ashes from his cigarette,
already piecing it together.
"If that's true, then Jack's heading to Punk Hazard."
He turned to leave.
"You can kill him now."
At his words, the six bandaged giants closed in,
their claws glinting like scythes.
Snowbear's last scream was swallowed by the sound of tearing flesh.
Half an hour later, Cocapiro Town was unrecognizable.
"Help! Someone help us!"
"Monsters—there are monsters everywhere!"
"Run! Please, just run!"
Every district controlled by the Beasts Pirates had become a slaughterhouse.
Blood streamed down the gutters.
The smell of iron filled the air for miles.
"Wow… that's so much gold!"
Rebecca's eyes sparkled as she stared at the glittering mountains of treasure piled high inside the casino vault.
She'd grown up a princess, yes—
but even the royal treasury of Dressrosa paled compared to this.
"These pirates were swimming in money," she whispered.
White Flame didn't even look at it.
The IBM behind him continued dragging chests and crates out of storage,
stacking them like mountains of sunlight.
"Money means nothing to me."
He lit another cigarette,
watching the smoke curl lazily upward.
"In this world, power is the only currency that matters."
He gestured at the heaps of gold.
"With power, the money comes on its own."
That night, Cocapiro Town ceased to exist.
Every Beasts Pirate, every corrupt official,
every man who had dared to profit from cruelty—
slaughtered.
By dawn, silence reigned over the blood-soaked streets.
Days later — Angel Town
"Mayor! Come quick! You've got to see this!"
The townsfolk at the rebuilt docks were shouting in disbelief.
Before them lay a mountain of gold—
bars, coins, and jewels glittering under the morning sun.
"By the heavens… I've never seen so much gold in my life!"
The mayor, hands trembling, picked up a folded note placed neatly atop the pile.
He read it aloud.
"Those who dare steal…"
He swallowed hard, his voice shaking.
"...will die without mercy."
At the bottom, a single name was written in bold, firm strokes—
—White Flame.
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