On Paradise Island, the Charlie Family's remaining forces still controlled the entire island. The whole island was under martial law, with everyone confined indoors and forbidden from going out.
The Charlie Family members living at the top of Paradise Island were continuously taking all kinds of transportation down from the mountaintop to the docks. They kept boarding the five large ships moored there, followed by all sorts of immensely valuable property.
Charlie Eagle stood aboard one of the ships, hurriedly urging and berating his men to move faster, his face full of anxiety.
Charlie Eagle stood alone on the deck, without a single guard at his side. Everyone else, including his son, had been sent off to help move the Charlie Family's assets.
A spatial vortex emerged, and Carlos stepped out of the warped space. He silently appeared behind the still-raging Charlie Eagle, looked around, and revealed an inscrutable smile.
"Patriarch Charlie, you really thought things through. You even prepared your family's assets for me?"
The sudden teasing voice made Charlie Eagle's body stiffen. He slowly turned around, and the moment he saw Carlos, his face went pale. His eyes widened, his lips and beard trembled slightly, and he raised an arm to point at Carlos, seemingly wanting to say something but unable to utter a word...
"Do you want to ask how I got here so quickly?" Carlos asked with a smile, remarkably considerate.
Charlie Eagle nodded repeatedly at those words.
"There's nothing strange about that, is there? Devil Fruit abilities come in all kinds. Sometimes, even the sea can't stop them."
"Patriarch Charlie, you're being far too discourteous. You left without properly entertaining me, your guest?"
Charlie Eagle had seen plenty in his life, and he quickly calmed down. He pulled a large-caliber golden pistol of exquisite, noble