There had been no surprises in the outcome.
Although the underground dark kings were powerful, compared to the Lulusia Tribe clones who possessed two Devil Fruit abilities, they had been crushed in every aspect.
"H-How is that possible?
Why would anyone possess two Devil Fruit abilities?
And that black flame is the racial talent of the Lulusia Tribe, isn't it?!
How could you possibly possess such technology?!
Spandine, Spandam, Moria, damn it, who exactly have you pledged yourselves to?!
Could it be that we had fallen into a conspiracy from the very beginning? Is there an even greater mastermind lurking behind the scenes in this world?"
King of Shipping Umit used the last of his strength to raise his blood-covered head, staring toward the stage with despairing disbelief.
But reality was this cruel.
Facts spoke louder than words. Everything they had experienced before their eyes proved his suspicions.
"Cough, cough, you can't kill me. You can't kill me.
Spandine, spare my life!
I'm of great use.
I can help you control the Dark King Alliance.
And I know where Umit and the others' weaknesses are. Please, don't kill me."
His head was being trampled beneath someone's foot.
King of Loan Sharks Du Feld's bloated face was pressed into wrinkles like a dried persimmon.
At that moment, unlike Umit's stubbornness, this dark king who had dominated the underworld was begging Spandine, Spandam, and Moria for mercy as desperately as he could, displaying every bit of value he possessed now that he felt death looming over him.
There was not the slightest trace of the pride expected of an underground king.
After hearing King of Loan Sharks's words, Master of Stealth Giberson and King of Shipping Umit both turned their heads at the same time, their eyes filled with disgust and loathing.