Chapter 133: Untitled
Bang!
Capone Bege pushed open a door inside the factory.
"Bang… bang…"
"Ah—!"
Inside was a vast space where pairs of burly men were locked in brutal hand-to-hand combat. There were no proper techniques to speak of—just the simplest, most direct killing moves, every strike aimed straight at a vital point.
They were all bare-chested, drenched in sweat, muscles rippling as fists slammed into flesh again and again.
There were several hundred of them—proof of just how massive the space was.
"Form up!"
The moment Capone Bege stepped inside, a man in a black suit Buckd the order.
Everyone instantly stopped fighting and rushed into orderly lines, standing straight with their eyes fixed dead ahead, discipline radiating from their stance.
"Godfather!"
Denwenson approached Capone Bege, head lowered in respect.
"How are they?"
Capone Bege nodded slightly as he looked over his subordinates and asked calmly.
If he was going to rule the entire underground world of the Four Seas, doing it alone was impossible. These men before him were his initial foundation.
"Godfather, they've all basically passed. They're only one step away from completion."
Denwenson spoke in a low voice.
Capone Bege nodded again. He knew exactly what the final step was.
"Good. Rest for now. Tonight… the Bessy Family will cease to exist."
He took a drag from his cigarette and spoke lightly.
"Yes, sir!"
A feverish gleam lit up Denwenson's eyes.
Capone Bege then walked into another room. This one was filled with rows of large cannons, each bigger than a standard model. Crates of cannonballs were stacked beside them.
Clack, clack…
Sections of Capone Bege's torso opened up, revealing rows of small compartments within.
He ran his hand across the cannons. One after another, they vanished, shrinking countless times over as they were absorbed into the miniature armory inside his body.
Yes—this was his Devil Fruit ability, the Fortress-Fortress Fruit.
After returning to Sicily and wiping out the former heads of the Capone family to take full control, he had found this fruit in a vault.
Following his master's instructions, he ate it.
When he learned what this fruit could do, he finally understood why his master wanted him to rule the Four Seas… and why he had been given improved blueprints for weapons. His master must have known he would come across this fruit.
Belief in his master's ability to foresee the future surged within him like wildfire.
"Tonight… the Bessy Family—tsk, tsk."
After storing everything, Capone Bege let out a cold laugh.
With his current strength, he could already take down the Bessy Family alone. But there was no need. His master intended for him to rule the Four Seas' underworld, and one man alone could never accomplish that. Only a powerful organization could.
And in that regard, he possessed natural talent.
Once tonight was over, he would control all of Sicily's underground forces. From there, he would spread outward toward the Four Seas. Given a few years… he fully believed he could conquer them all.
Night arrived quickly.
…
Sily Kingdom, Pool Avenue.
The moon hung overhead, silver light spilling across the empty street.
There wasn't a single person in sight—an eerie, suffocating stillness.
Tap.
A crisp step echoed through the silence.
A man in black leather shoes and fitted black trousers appeared on the street, a cigarette hanging from his lips.
Capone Bege stared arrogantly toward the massive castle at the far end of the avenue, the corner of his mouth lifting.
Then he started walking forward.
There was no one behind him.
"Stop!"
As he neared the castle, two men in flashy shirts stepped into his path, guns raised and aimed straight at him.
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