Poisoned to Death, Ghost Eye

Byakugan!

Ignoring the lecher upstairs, Carlos turned his gaze outside the room. His pupils turned completely pale, veins bulged at his temples, and his field of vision shifted to nothing but black and white. His sight extended outward, and he quickly spotted the guards outside the room—eight in total, standing properly at their posts.

To be honest, Carlos had a bit of a headache. Getting into the room under these circumstances would be difficult, though not entirely impossible.

Given the situation, Carlos came up with two plans. The first was to scale the exterior walls from his room's window; the second was to disguise himself as a hotel waiter.

Both plans were feasible, but the first was more convenient. If he disguised himself as a waiter and got stopped outside, forcing his way in would be troublesome.

After waiting for a while, Carlos discovered that things upstairs had already wrapped up. The three women had all left, while that young dandy was dining alone in the restaurant of his luxury suite. Since he was alone, Carlos decided the time had come.

He stepped onto the balcony and surveyed the terrain and height before making his move. With the Eagle Claw Technique assisting him, climbing up without a sound was no challenge. Before long, he had slipped into Dilton's room and quietly approached him.

Dilton was still eating in the dining room, completely unaware. Just as Carlos was about to subdue him as quickly and precisely as possible, Dilton suddenly clutched his throat with both hands and collapsed to the floor. One piece of cutlery fell onto the table, while the other dropped toward the ground.

Fuck!

Carlos was startled. He moved in a blur, rushing out like a whirlwind and catching both Dilton's falling body and the descending fork. He had barely avoided making any unusual noise.

Lowering his head, he saw that the dandy's face had turned bluish-black. Blood seeped from his mouth, his expression was twisted, and his dilated pupils showed every sign of severe poisoning. His mouth hung open as if he wanted to say something...

Damn it!

Who had this guy offended for someone to poison him to death? Before he died, Carlos needed to take advantage of the moment... Pah, he needed to seize the chance to pry out the information he wanted.

As for saving him, forget it. Carlos already disliked this dandy, and the information he had found showed that the guy was no good person. Backed by the Mafia's power, he had committed plenty of evil deeds, resorting to any means for women and especially preying on respectable women. He deserved to die!

Besides, Carlos could not save the dandy anyway. He did not know medicine... Call the people outside in? What bullshit. Wouldn't that just bring massive trouble down on himself?

He couldn't explain it. He simply couldn't explain it...

Better to make use of him while he could.

Sharingan!

His ordinary eyes transformed into the Three-Tomoe Sharingan as Pupil Power surged within them. Carlos's Pupil Power consisted of physical strength and mental strength. Most other Devil Fruits only consumed physical strength, but the Eye of the Devil also consumed mental strength. That was why this Devil Fruit belonged to the Special Paramecia class.

Hypnotizing a dandy like this was ridiculously easy. Carlos then seized the time to question him. Time was short, so he focused on the important matters: major internal conflicts within the family, conflicts with other forces, the family's important secrets, and so on.

Half a minute later, the dandy croaked.

Carlos sat on the floor, looking at Dilton's eerie corpse. Though his face was full of pain, there was no emotion left in his wide-open eyes, as though he had become an idiot.

Half a minute was far too short. Although he had obtained some useful information he could make use of, Carlos felt it was not enough. He needed to learn more.

Although the Sharingan seemed capable of extracting information from a dead person's mind, he could not use that ability. After all, he was figuring things out on his own. He could use the basic abilities, but fine control over the Sharingan required time to develop.

But that did not matter. The Sharingan and Byakugan were not the only two Dojutsu he knew. He used them only because they were currently the most practical.

Ghost Eye!

The Sharingan vanished, and Carlos's pupils turned a deep ghostly green, as though green flames burned within them. As their eyes met, a sinister and mysterious Pupil Power surged into Dilton's brain, which had not yet completely deteriorated, searching through his memories.

A quarter of an hour later, the Ghost Eye faded. Carlos stood up and spat at Dilton, who was thoroughly dead. This guy had truly deserved it. What kind of garbage had filled his mind? There were far too many shameful things in there.

Carlos then returned to his own room by the same route without hesitation. Pretending to head out, he left the Royal Court Hotel and never came back.

There was no way he would stay. He had already obtained what he wanted, and remaining there would only invite investigation. His identity could not be exposed, and he had no intention of staying behind to keep a dead man company.

After Carlos left, the guards outside did not notice that John Dilton had died. It was not until dinner was delivered in the evening, when a guard called out repeatedly without receiving a response, that they sensed something was wrong. Upon entering the room, they discovered John Dilton stiff as a board, dead in an utterly miserable state!

The guards immediately panicked, their faces turning pale. They had failed to protect the Fourth Young Master. Though he was a dandy whom the patriarch did not value, he was still the patriarch's son. They would be lucky if they were not put to death for this!

However, none of the guards dared to flee on their own. The John Family had strict rules. Running away after making a mistake would only worsen the punishment and implicate their families!

After a moment of helpless panic, the head guard came to his senses and immediately made arrangements. First, they sealed off the entire hotel. The John Family owned a substantial share in this hotel and was one of its major shareholders, so their word carried weight.

Though doing so would offend many people, they could not afford to care about that at a time like this. Next, he informed his immediate superior, and the news was reported up through the ranks. Before long, John Abad, the head of the John Family, learned of it!

Abad was naturally enraged. His son had actually been poisoned to death in a hotel owned in part by his own family. A swift and decisive investigation immediately began.

With a single phone call from Abad, the city government sprang into action. Large numbers of Mafia Members gathered at the Royal Court Hotel, while countless people arrived to conduct autopsies and investigate the case. If they could solve it, the rewards would be enormous!

All kinds of manpower and resources were mobilized, and the investigation proceeded efficiently. Before long, they identified two suspects. One was a girl named Grace Kelly, the champion of a cooking competition, while the other was Carlos.

However, Carlos had used a fake name. When he came to the hotel, he had worn sunglasses and a mask, so no one could remember his appearance. Witnesses could only roughly describe his height, hair color, and clothing. They knew nothing else.

On prosperous Maglin Island, those clues were no different from searching for a needle in the ocean. Finding him would be extremely difficult!

Meanwhile, the girl named Gretel Kelly had also escaped and temporarily vanished into the vast sea of people.

Still, the John Family had some capable people. Or perhaps the girl had done it deliberately—her name had actually been real. After a thorough investigation, they found that she truly did have a grudge against John Dilton!

About five years ago, Dilton had destroyed the girl's family. Her father had died tragically, while her mother and older sister had been taken away and violated by Dilton. Their whereabouts remained unknown, and they were likely already dead.

She herself had gone out with friends that year and had not been home, narrowly escaping disaster. Now, after disappearing for five years, she had returned.

In short, it was a tragic story, and also the story of a vengeful survivor. Such stories were common, but for those involved, they were etched into their bones forever!