Gran Tesoro, the mobile kingdom of the underworld tycoon Gild Tesoro.
The first World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament would be held here.
Because of this grand event, countless underworld heroes had arrived from every corner of the New World, pushing the popularity of this entertainment city to unprecedented heights.
"A Logia Rumble-Rumble Fruit, plus five Zoan and Paramecia Devil Fruits."
On the streets of Gran Tesoro, a short, shriveled old woman wearing an ostentatious leopard-print coat and garish lipstick clutched a martial arts tournament flyer tightly in her hand. The greed gleaming in her eyes could not even be hidden by her sunglasses.
"Son!"
"Win that championship, and we'll never have to worry about money again!"
"Hahahaha!"
She laughed exaggeratedly, her wrinkled face crumpling like a withered old chrysanthemum.
"Yes, Mama."
A foolish-sounding voice rose beside her.
The speaker was a burly man with a simple-minded expression:
He stood three meters tall, with a waist as broad as ten men's. He had a round face, large ears, a straight nose, and a square mouth. A crescent-shaped white beard curved along his cheeks, and he carried a massive naginata in his hand. He looked fierce and vicious, yet also dull and foolish.
This man was Edward Weevil, the newly appointed Shichibukai who called himself "Whitebeard Jr."
He had been born ignorant and simple-minded, with the intelligence of a kindergarten child. Yet he possessed immense strength and extraordinary combat power, supposedly equal to Whitebeard in his youth.
His mother, Miss Bakkin, was a greed-driven, cunning schemer who had always used her status as his mother to make Weevil commit all manner of evil deeds and earn ill-gotten wealth.
The moment she heard that Gild Tesoro was spending a fortune to host the World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament, Miss Bakkin could no longer