Long before coming here,
he had already heard some of what had happened.
From a poor nobody, he had transformed into a man who controlled twenty percent of the world's Beli, someone even the World Government often had to show respect to.
Tesoro had become a little full of himself.
Wearing extravagant gold ornaments aboard the Gran Tesoro, a ship made entirely of gold, Tesoro was the god who controlled everything.
If someone laughed before he did, it could even be seen as a provocation against him.
Casually controlling the life and death of others and accepting the flattery of so-called high society had gradually made Tesoro eccentric and violent.
With a flick of his hand, he could toss out a gold ring and turn it into a weapon of murder. He liked using gold to suffocate people alive...
And afterward, he would find it amusing.
Stella was a gentle woman, and she had sensed the change in Tesoro's mindset.
But although Tesoro still treated her well, he clearly could not listen to what she said.
Austin could help him clear his head.
On this island ship made of gold, Tesoro was accustomed to manipulating gold as freely as a god.
In such an environment, Tesoro himself was not weak. At the very least, he possessed the strength of a Sweet Commander or Great Caliber.
He simply relied too heavily on his Devil Fruit.
Once there was no gold for him to control, even an ordinary Vice Admiral could probably take Tesoro down alone.
"Tap..."
"Tap..."
Amid the strange yet cheerful atmosphere, streams of gold flowed over and formed a golden cane, which Austin grasped in his hand.
Gold paved the path beneath his feet, stretching all the way to the center of the stage.
Like an emperor, the man