Special Paramecia (Part 1)

"Patriarch John? Are you drunk, kid? You mean Patriarch Mike, right?"

Patriarch John was one of the five great mafias in the West Sea, a Godfather, not addressed as Patriarch.

Boss Cani froze, as if controlling his mind to think, then nodded.

Patriarch Mike was the boss of the mafia Carlos belonged to. Although not much in the West Sea, and even less in the world, he was a true big shot on Iron Island. Even the City Lord, the commander of the Steel Self-Defense Force, and Lieutenant Colonel Doni of the Iron Island Naval Branch sometimes had to give him some face!

After confirming the news, Carlos's eyes flickered, his expression shifting between uncertainty and determination. In one breath, he downed the red wine in his glass, his grip tightening, and crushed the glass into pieces!

"Bottoms up!"

He wanted this Devil Fruit!

Even at the risk of death, he had to try!

Devil Fruits could grant immense power. His own martial arts had he reached their limit, and he didn't know where that limit was... Even if he was content with mediocrity, it wouldn't work. This was not a peaceful world; without power, you couldn't live an ordinary life. Even the slightest ripple could lead to the ruin of your family!

He, Chou Xiao Chi, he, Lucifer Carlos, had always strived for self-improvement, never entrusting his future, his Destiny, his peril to the kindness or protection of others. He himself was always the most reliable!

Having made up his mind, he looked at the drunken Cani, Carlos grinned, picked up a bottle of wine, and leaned over. While slinging an arm around Cani's shoulder, his hand reached for an acupoint at the back of his neck and pressed down hard. Cani instantly passed out, already completely drunk.

Then Carlos walked around the tavern, checking if everyone was drunk. Those still conscious were silently knocked out.

The Clover Tavern was a private establishment, not open to outsiders, only serving mafia members. It had private rooms, which cost money, but were much cheaper, only charging the cost price.

Too many people got drunk here. It happened every day when there were no combat missions. The tavern staff were long accustomed to it and wouldn't intervene. They would wake up the next day, and then the staff would clean up.

Of course, the tavern staff would sometimes come in to get wine or see if there were any instructions.

So, to be safe, after Carlos confirmed everyone was unconscious, he found someone of similar build, changed into his clothes, and propped him up on the table with Cani. He adjusted their positions to ensure that anyone who happened to come in wouldn't see their faces.

Finally, he splashed cold water on his face to sober up and eliminate the smell of alcohol, changed his clothes, and secretly climbed over the wall to leave the Clover Tavern...

His target was the villa where the Mike Clan of the mafia resided. He wouldn't feel at ease with something as valuable as a Devil Fruit not by his side!

At least with the wealth, power, and status of the Mike Clan, he could rest assured. They weren't like the Celestial Dragons who gave Devil Fruits to slaves for amusement; their level was too far apart!

Deep in the night, there were few people left on the brightly lit streets. As long as he carefully avoided them, it wasn't difficult to stay out of sight. If he couldn't avoid them, he would pull down his hat, and they wouldn't see his face.

The Mike Clan's influence was everywhere on Iron Island, but their main territory was in the East of Iron Island. The Mike Clan's villa was on a small mountain in the East, backed by the sea, and heavily guarded, with sentries from the foot of the mountain.

Carlos arrived at the foot of the mountain and observed the guards' distribution under the cover of night. He had a plan. Sneaking into the villa from the foot of the mountain was risky. Once discovered, the flat terrain would also make it difficult for him to retreat...

Before victory, consider defeat. Before doing anything, it's best to have a fallback plan. This won't make you invincible, but at least it will make it easier to make a comeback, and your life won't be so easily lost!

Therefore, Carlos left the foot of the mountain, changed his direction, circled around, and arrived at the back mountain facing the sea.

The mountain was only a little over a hundred meters high, with sheer cliffs on the back. Climbing it would be difficult, so infiltrating from here would have a much higher success rate and would also be suitable for retreat.

The bright moonlight cast a soft glow on the sea. On the yellow beach, a black figure ran rapidly, soon arriving at the base of a cliff that was almost ninety degrees.

This person was Carlos. He took a deep breath, extended his hands, fingers curled into a hawk's claw, and gripped the wind-beaten rocks. Puchi... His fingers dug deep into the rock like iron hooks. Then, the climb began.

He climbed extremely fast. Relying on the gripping power of his fingers and his strong lower body, Carlos reached the mountaintop in less than five minutes. After a brief rest of one minute, he cautiously moved towards the brightly lit manor not far away.

The guards behind the villa were much more lax than those at the foot of the mountain. They were slacking off, chatting, drinking, or smoking, with extremely poor vigilance. They had clearly lived too comfortable a life.

Carlos didn't alert them. He scaled the wall and secretly infiltrated the manor, hiding in the shadows of an avenue, waiting for his prey to take the bait...

About ten minutes later, Carlos, still in the shadows, saw a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes walking over with two followers under the lights. Judging by their attire, the middle-aged man was likely not a Mafia member but an internal staff member of the manor, while the other two were genuine Mafia members.

The time to act had arrived!

As the three walked into his attack range, Carlos suddenly sprang from the shadows, attacking from behind. His hawk claws extended, grabbing at the necks of the two Mafia members.

The two Mafia members sensed something was wrong. Just as they turned their heads slightly backward, the cold hawk claws were already on their necks. Crack... Both felt a sharp pain, and their bodies went limp as they fell.

Killing was something Carlos was no stranger to, having been a minor leader in the Mafia for over half a year.

In an instant, he cleanly eliminated the two. The middle-aged man, realizing the change, was about to shout when a pistol was pressed against his head, forcing him to swallow his cry for help.

"Don't turn around. I'll ask now, you answer!"

"Hoo... Sir, please speak," the middle-aged man couldn't help but swallow and said softly.

"Where exactly is your Patriarch Mike's residence in this manor?"

"Let's get this straight. I will personally verify it."

"If I find out you lied, and I survive, you will die a terrible death!"

The cold, ruthless voice made the middle-aged man tremble all over. He quickly abandoned any selfish thoughts and revealed everything he knew.

"Patriarch resides on the top floor of the villa. However, as the Patriarch has several wives, his resting place is not fixed."

"There might be a pattern, but my status isn't high enough to know it."

"Thank you!"

"No..."

Crack!

The sound of bone breaking echoed. The middle-aged man's eyes widened in agony, and the next moment, he lost consciousness completely.

"I didn't say I wouldn't kill you. Anyone who encounters me, whether they've met me before or not, will die!"

"The only difference is whether you die quickly or not. At least you weren't dismembered and had all your bones crushed to death by my Eagle Claw Technique..."

Cruel and resolute words were spoken in a low voice. The three corpses were quickly dragged into the shadows.

"God bless me. That Devil Fruit really exists, hasn't been eaten by anyone, and is, as I predicted, with Mike Moxie..."

As soon as the words fell, in the darkness of the night, Carlos cautiously and patiently began to infiltrate the luxurious five-story villa, which covered over a thousand square kilometers...