Under Garen's iron-fisted crackdown, the task force effectively brought the vice-related operators and pimps led by CP0 agents such as Stussy under control, while the Demacian soldiers conducted a further unified sweep of the city's hundreds of entertainment venues.
And just as Garen had expected, not a single one of these criminal enterprises had clean hands.
There was no need to obtain tips or evidence in advance. As long as they dared investigate, they immediately uncovered serious problems:
Beneath Pleasure District lay enormous secret prisons, holding nearly a thousand slaves guarded and imprisoned by CP0 agents.
At Pleasure District's docks, the soldiers even discovered cargo ships loaded with all kinds of slaves, bound for destinations unknown.
Clearly, Pleasure District's slave trade had grown so large that it had expanded from domestic sales to exports.
"You people."
"Your business is pretty big, isn't it?"
After receiving the confirmed reports from his subordinates, Garen's face turned incomparably grim.
While waiting for the investigation results, he had casually found a luxury hotel to stay in, and was now seated on a sofa in its lobby.
Stussy, who had already lost all hope of escape, and the CP0 agents Garen had beaten to within an inch of their lives stood obediently before him like children being scolded for misbehaving, listening meekly to his reprimand.
"If you were only running flesh-peddling businesses, I wouldn't pursue it too far."
"But."
"Keeping slaves? Human trafficking?"
"Are you trying to become the second Doflamingo?"
Garen stared coldly at Stussy and the others. The faint killing intent in his eyes filled the surrounding air with bone-chilling cold.
Stussy's expression grew increasingly ugly.
Her lips trembled as she struggled to find a defense, her cheeks drained pale from blood loss.
Stussy still had some composure, but the subordinates Garen had