Akatsuki's Suzaku...

(Oops, I accidentally drove into a car scene. Please note that this is not the road to kindergarten. If you're averse to this kind of content, please skip to the next chapter. Otherwise, once the car doors are welded shut, you won't be able to get out!)

After Doflamingo left, Roy gently tapped the table and said to the little white rabbit who was pretending to be dead, "You've slept long enough, haven't you?"

Baccarat groggily opened her eyes, rubbed her swollen forehead, and said with superb acting skills, "Strange, how did I suddenly faint? Hmm, it must be because I've been under too much pressure and haven't been sleeping well lately."

As she spoke, Baccarat stood up from her seat, maintaining a dazed expression on her face, and walked outside at an almost race-walking pace.

"Stop." A detached voice sounded behind Baccarat, freezing her long, white legs, which had already been raised above the threshold, in mid-air.

"Oh right, I completely forgot to say goodbye to Lord Roy. What Ohm." Baccarat turned around and bent down as if she had just realized something, revealing a large expanse of her fair skin to Roy's eyes. "Lord Roy, I have to hurry back and report to the boss about something so important, so I won't bother you any longer."

"Those who don't listen have already disappeared from this world. Are you going to be the next one?" Roy's gloomy tone made Baccarat's long white legs, which were about to step out of the room, retract with Inazuma speed. She straightened her head, puffed out her chest, pulled in her stomach, and raised her head in one smooth motion.

"Okay, come with me."

Baccarat followed closely behind, thinking to herself, "We still have to get out."

Baccarat, following behind Roy, felt her heart pounding. "What exactly does he want? Is he trying to satisfy his bloodlust? Impossible, he wouldn't go to such lengths if he wanted to kill me. Wait, could it be... some kind of unspoken rule?"

Baccarat was flushed, as if she were drunk, and her eyes were glazed over. "If... if it were him, it seems like being taken advantage of wouldn't be a big deal. He's young, handsome, and powerful. Besides, with him as my backer, even if I make a mistake in the future, the boss won't dare to easily lay a hand on me."

Seeing Roy lead her into a small, cozy room, Baccarat became even more certain of her guess, her eyes filled with seductive allure.

"You..." Roy turned around and was about to speak when he was startled by the sight before him. Baccarat's breasts were half-exposed, the waves of her chest were captivating, her cheongsam had been pulled up to her thighs, and her playful dark forest was faintly visible. Her whole body was softly leaning against his chest.

Roy was no saint who could remain unmoved by temptation. He always swallowed the sugar-coated bullets offered to him and threw them away. He expressionlessly kneaded Baccarat's breasts and buttocks a few times, and sighed inwardly that she was indeed well-endowed.

"Eek..." Baccarat let out a soft moan, clinging to Roy as if she had no bones, her eyes glistening with tears.

(Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony...)

The clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.

Roy's expression was a bit strange. He had only wanted to borrow some luck from Goddess of Luck, but he didn't expect that this would be like directly slapping Goddess of Luck in the face.

"Your Devil Fruit Ability is to change other people's fate, right?"

Already dressed and with no trace of sweat on her temples, Baccarat answered softly, "Yes, anyone whose body I touch can have their fortune 'manipulated' for the entire day."

"In that case, you should first raise my fortune to its peak."

Baccarat, her face flushed, glanced at Roy with a captivating charm and said, "It's no longer necessary. After our in-depth conversation just now, Lord Roy, your fortune has reached its peak."

Roy's expression became even stranger. He recalled a line from a card game in his past life, "How is a god-tier draw spread?"

In an eerie silence, Roy pulled out his Baidu Divine Tool, which was also the main reason he had previously sought Baccarat's help to improve his luck.

After all, the future is constantly changing, and so-called Future Sight and divination are nothing more than finding the largest branch in the river of time. Under such circumstances, using Baccarat's Devil Fruit Ability to elevate oneself to the level of a lucky person would undoubtedly make the divination results more accurate.

Roy's mind raced, and he transmitted his thoughts, "Where is Trafalgar Law?"

The obscure image on the Crystal Ball began to flicker, and after a period of wavering, it finally settled on a single image.

The cobblestone streets exude a fresh scent, the ancient and heavy Great Bell Tower, and in the distance, armed guards wearing tall white hats stand in a corner.

"Hmm? This country's style is quite similar to medieval England. I seem to have a vague impression of it." Roy hesitated for a moment before giving up. "Never mind, I'll ask Robin and the others later."

"Next, it's hunting time."

"Those plague gods are finally gone," Trebol said, wiping his disgusting snot and sniffling.

Doflamingo calmly dodged Trebol's biological weapon, then opened his palm and looked at Roy's final gift with a puzzled expression.

In the palm of his hand was a ring, with the word "zhu" marked in the middle.

"Suzaku?" Doflamingo stared at the ring in his hand, his imagination running wild, before finally arriving at a completely bewildered conclusion. "Phoenix? Marco? What does that have to do with me?"

"You mean... Baccarat was kept as a bonus by Nightmare?" Gild Tesoro looked at his trembling subordinate with a bewildered expression. This corner digging... it feels a bit like NTR.

However, he wasn't particularly angry. After all, he was a cold-hearted person by nature, and all he valued was Baccarat's Devil Fruit Ability, which he used to make money. Since he decided to take that step and seek revenge against the ultimate being of this world, Baccarat's ability had become less important. Of course, he was still unhappy.

"Yes... yes, it seems Lady Baccarat won't be coming back." The subordinate glanced cautiously at Gild Tesoro's face, then handed over a ring. "Nightmare asked me to give this to you, saying that this ring can help you fulfill your original dream."

"Hmph, quite the boast." Despite his words, Gild Tesoro's body language betrayed him as he accepted the ring.

Gild Tesoro stroked the ring on his hand, glanced at the "Xuan" character engraved in the center, and began to make a series of imaginative associations. "Xuan, Black Tortoise? A tortoise and a snake as one, wait, is this guy insulting me as a coward or a green-haired turtle? Damn it, he NTR'd me and still dares to mock me."

The Golden Lion, still a recluse on the Sky Island, stared blankly at the ring before him. "White, White Tiger? Hmph, I am the Golden Lion! What does it mean to give me a ring symbolizing the White Tiger? Are you mocking me?"

"And this guy actually dared to give me a ring, he's truly despicable. Doesn't he know that my body and soul belong to Roger? Hmph."