Partheus felt he had hit rock-bottom bad luck today.
He had originally heard that Rocky Port was a great place to fence stolen goods.
That was why he had traveled thousands of miles to get here, wanting to sell off the expensive perfumes, gold, silver, and jewels he had plundered from Dressrosa in exchange for Berries and supplies.
He had even planned that if this trip went smoothly, he would treat Rocky Port as his prime fencing spot from now on.
For pirates like them who lacked their own territory and could only wander around pillaging for a living, having a neutral trading hub where goods could be fenced conveniently without fear of immediate robbery was invaluable.
And Rocky Port was undoubtedly such a place.
This was the territory of the Rocks Pirates, the most powerful pirate crew in the New World.
The rule here was simple: no fighting within the port or island limits.
Anyone who broke this rule would be attacked by the Rocks Pirates.
Stolen goods fenced here came with no worries about original owners knocking on the door.
With Rocks’ flag flying above, let alone a World Government affiliate like Dressrosa, even the Marines and World Government forces wouldn’t dare penetrate deep into this place.
Aside from having to hand over a twenty percent protection fee to the Rocks Pirates for every deal, this place was practically a fencing paradise in Partheus’s heart.
As for whether he would run into fellow pirates attempting robbery once he left Rocky Port for the open sea, that depended entirely on their own abilities.
He, captain of the Poison Fang Pirates with a 90-million Berry bounty, “Poison Fang” Partheus, wasn’t someone who could be easily scared off.
Today wasn’t his first time here either, so he had felt zero concern for his safety or the safety of his cargo.
And yet…
When he saw his own pirate ship casually picked up by that bull-horned giant and thrown dozens of meters into the air like a toy toward the port town…
When he saw Scimitar Cook, whose bounty was a mere two million lower than his own, get half his body crushed by a single club…
When he saw his peers—pirate captains with bounties over a hundred million—slaughtered like vegetables by that demon king…
Partheus was completely stunned.
For the first time in his life, he realized that high-bounty pirates over a hundred million could be so shockingly fragile.
Without a second thought, he decisively slipped into the crowd and bolted.
Not even taking the time to gather his crew, he ran toward the depths of the town as if his life depended on it.
Many shared his line of thinking.
For instance, running ahead of him were several pirate captains whose bounties were no weaker than his.
He saw Pete, captain of the Gluttony Pirates with a bounty of 98 million Berries.
Rick the Leech, captain of the Bloodsucker Pirates with a bounty of 130 million Berries.
And Levi the Manslayer, a solo killer with a bounty of 150 million Berries.
And…
“Hm?
Who is that white-haired guy?”
Partheus was suddenly startled.
Standing right in the middle of the street ahead was a white-haired young man.
The youth was tall and built like a mountain, easily over three meters tall.
The street wasn’t wide to begin with.
Facing the crowd, the youth stood frozen in the middle of the road as if intimidated by so many pirates, making the already narrow alleyway feel even tighter.
It wasn’t that the pirates had good tempers and didn’t mind having their path blocked, but rather everyone was busy running for their lives, terrified that the demon king behind them would catch up.
Otherwise, a foolish youngster standing blindly in the middle of the road would have been swarmed and killed long ago.
However, this white-haired youngster’s luck didn’t last long.
A fat man three meters tall and three meters wide rushed forward, his fat undulating like waves as he charged straight at the white-haired youth still standing in the middle of the path.
Panicked flusteredness was written all over his chubby face, which was so swollen with fat his eyes were barely visible.
Seeing that he was about to crash into the white-haired youth, the fat man frantically waved his two short, stubby hands, looking exceptionally comical.
“Get out of the way, brother!
I…
I can’t stop, I’m gonna hit you!”
Seeing the fat man’s gestures and panicked expressions, Partheus sneered in his heart.
That fat man was none other than the captain of the Gluttony Pirates, “Big Eater” Pete.
A fat bastard who always smiled on the outside but was treacherous and sinister to the core.
Can’t stop?
He was clearly doing it on purpose!
Although fighting was strictly prohibited on this island, right now, because of Kaido’s arrival, complete chaos had erupted.
Pete had been chased around like a dog by Kaido, making him thoroughly embarrassed and furious.
Right now, he clearly wanted to find someone to vent his pent-up frustration on.
And that white-haired youth who seemed frightened out of his wits blocking the middle of the road was the perfect punching bag.
He wanted to use his heavy, bloated body to crush that fool to death!
“Hehehe…”
At the thought of the youth ahead having his limbs twisted and blood spraying under his high-speed impact in the next instant, a gleeful smile couldn’t help but creep onto Pete’s fat face.
Yet his mouth was still hypocritically yelling, “Get out of the way!
Out of the way, brother!
I really can’t stop!”
“I’m…
I’m sorry!”
*BANG!!*
In the next second, his mountain-like fat body collided solidly into the white-haired youth like a stampeding elephant, right under everyone’s schadenfreude-filled gazes.
In an instant…
The bloody scene of flying flesh and twisted limbs that Partheus, Rick the Leech, and the others expected did indeed happen.
However…
What left everyone dumbfounded and frozen in absolute shock was that…
The subject of flying flesh and twisted limbs was *not* the white-haired youth standing in the middle of the road!
Instead, it was “Big Eater” Pete—a mountain of meat weighing over ten tons!
The instant he crashed into the white-haired youth, the youth remained rooted to the spot, his feet not moving back even a fraction of a millimeter!
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After his skin stretched to its absolute limit, vast patches ripped open.
Copious amounts of yellow fat, red blood, and shredded meat squeezed out from the torn wounds, spraying everywhere and filling the narrow alleyway with a dense stench of blood.
“Aaaaaahhhhh—!!”
The agony of torn flesh made him let out a blood-curdling scream.
Having suffered such a horrific injury, he somehow didn’t die.
Bloodshot eyes bulged out as he stared dead at Carlo right in front of him, opening his mouth to howl as he bit straight toward Carlo’s face!
“Bastard!
Bastard!
I’ll kill you!
I’m gonna eat you alive!”
Seeing Pete’s mouth full of foul-smelling drool getting closer and closer, Carlo finally moved.
He raised his left hand hanging by his side, pressed against Pete’s flabby chest, and pushed forward casually.
Though it seemed like he exerted little effort, Pete’s mountain-like body was pushed back effortlessly.
Then, he unhurriedly raised his right arm.
Clenched his fist.
Raised his arm.
And thrust his fist straight forward.
*BOOM!!*
The air in the entire alleyway visibly distorted and rippled, kicking up a violent gust of wind pressure.
The air sounded as if it had been detonated by high explosives right on Carlo’s fist.
All the pirates in the alleyway only saw a white airwave burst in front of Carlo.
Then, Pete’s wide-open mouth was completely impaled by a fist, which punched through and protruded from the back of his fat head!
A huge chunk of hard skull flew out like a shuriken, spinning through the air toward the dumbstruck Partheus.
It passed right by him, plowing a deep trench into the alley wall!
“Sorry…
but the one who should say ‘I’m sorry’ is me.”
Under the terrified gazes of the surrounding pirates, Carlo slowly pulled his right arm back out from Pete’s mouth, letting Pete’s massive body collapse heavily onto the ground.
Indifferent, he reached into his jacket, pulled out a gold-leafed cigar, and stuck it between his lips.
He lit it right amidst the suffocatingly thick stench of blood in the alleyway.
*Hssss—*
Taking a deep drag, he let the cigar smoke pass through his lungs.
With his face flecked with quite a bit of blood, Carlo slowly looked up, facing the terrified Partheus and the others.
“The slaughter has begun.”
“Are you ready?”