Sorry, Kid, Who Did You Say You Were Going to Kill?

Sabaody Archipelago,

Red-Light District.

What should have been a district filled with song and laughter no longer had its usual atmosphere. Flames raged everywhere, and cries filled the streets.

This was a lawless zone, the most suitable place for gray industries to take root and flourish.

But precisely because of that, it was a place without order. Neither the Marines nor the World Government imposed any control here.

Inside the Red-Light District, countless women who made their living here could only hide in their houses, trembling in fear as they cautiously watched the street battles and killings outside. Their heavily powdered faces were filled with terror.

Murder,

Arson,

Rape,

The thugs who had suddenly barged in were capable of almost anything. These arrogant men swaggered about, claiming to be subordinates of the Donquixote Family.

Among them, several leaders known as officers had swiftly wiped out all armed forces in the Red-Light District with their powerful and bizarre abilities.

They had once only burned, killed, and plundered in the North Blue, committing every evil imaginable as they crazily expanded through the underworld.

Now, they were also constantly preparing to enter the New World.

This time, they had set their sights on a fat sheep.

A woman who controlled a vast market, with the Red-Light District as her primary business.

"Mommy" Sammy.

Not only did she possess a considerable market share, she also held exclusive resources in many areas, including human trafficking and intelligence.

Most importantly, she was an easy target. To the Donquixote Family, still in its early stages, she was practically a juicy piece of meat already in their mouths.

There was no reason not to eat it.

The Donquixote Family had given Sammy one day to consider it, telling her to go back and think it through carefully.

If they could take her down without bloodshed, naturally, they did not want to waste their strength for nothing.

Red-Light District.

A somewhat disheveled Sammy dialed the Den Den Mushi again and again. A group of industry managers, all her trusted subordinates, had gathered around her.

From the balcony of the high-rise building, she could see the tide-like masses of thugs outside, several Donquixote Family officers watching menacingly from afar,

And that upstart who had already made a name for himself in the underworld—the Heavenly Yaksha.

Donquixote Doflamingo!!

This newcomer from the North Blue had given her an ultimatum: hand over her businesses and territory immediately, or he would personally destroy the entire Red-Light District before establishing the Sabaody Archipelago's largest slave market and auction house!

Seeing the Den Den Mushi go unanswered time after time, along with the increasingly uncertain looks in her subordinates' eyes, one could imagine the immense pressure weighing on Sammy.

"Beru beru beru..."

"Click!"

At that moment, the sudden sound of the call connecting immediately snapped everyone to attention.

It was the sound of heaven!!!

"Moshi moshi, Sammy. What is it?"

"Lord Austin! You finally answered! We're under attack!!!"

Sammy was practically on the verge of tears. Her voice carried a hint of relief, even a touch of coquettishness, leaving the managers beside her dumbfounded.

Was this really the proud and domineering Madam Sammy?

As she was now, she looked more like a little girl who had been bullied and was looking for her parents to stand up for her.

Meanwhile, the Den Den Mushi, transformed into Austin's likeness, wore a calm and indulgent expression upon hearing her words.

"...Sorry, I was training just now. I'll be right back."

Aboard the Flamingo Pirate Ship,

A goblet swayed gently, its blood-red wine rippling within. A little maid carried the glass toward the tall figure standing at the bow.

He was a man draped in a pink feathered coat, with a head of proud, spiky blond hair standing upright.

Behind his wicked-looking sunglasses, his eyes could not be seen. Yet even from his arrogant expression, it was clear that he was a rebellious and unruly man.

He gazed at this island known as the gateway to the New World.

"It truly is a fine place... Whether for casinos, auction houses, or slave trading, the profits are staggering. Leaving it to those women to play house is simply a waste!!"

Doflamingo's lips curled slightly. Faint, cold glints reflected off his sunglasses, as though he were already looking at something in his possession.

"Hey, Doffy, should we send the men in now? That woman doesn't seem to have any intention of yielding, beh heh heh heh~"

The ugly, snot-nosed man who had threatened Sammy earlier stood before him with a sinister grin, asking as he edged closer.

"Hey..."

Noticing his movement, Doflamingo's smile vanished, and his brows furrowed.

"You're too close, Trebol."

His snot was practically about to rub against him.

"Beh heh heh heh, the sooner we settle this, the sooner we can leave, Doffy. Didn't you say you wanted to go to Loguetown to watch the King of Pirates' execution?"

Trebol kept fanning the flames. He had long disliked Sammy's proud, composed demeanor.

Just the owner of a Red-Light District? She was nothing more than a somewhat clever woman. What right did she have to bargain with the great Donquixote Family?

Doffy was destined to become the World King!

And indeed, Doflamingo truly valued his "family." For such an insignificant request, he agreed after only a brief moment of thought, grinning wickedly as he said,

"You're right. Let's go get rid of all those troublesome women now."

Dealing with a minor force on the Sabaody Archipelago was hardly a major matter to him. The moment to witness history was fast approaching, and he did not want to waste any time.

But since this concerned expanding his business and entering the New World, it was worth making the trip personally.

As long as he established a foothold in the Sabaody Archipelago, then spread his underground businesses throughout Paradise and the New World, becoming the new ruler of the underworld, he would have enough bargaining chips to prepare for reclaiming Dressrosa.

As he made his plans, Doflamingo lightly stepped forward. One invisible thread after another spread in all directions, connecting to the clouds overhead.

As though walking through the air, the pink figure moved freely across the sky.

Under the officers' command, all the Donquixote Family's thugs stopped smashing and looting, surging noisily into the Red-Light District.

Under the terrified gazes of the women, the group completely surrounded the entire district. At the front stood the strangely varied officers.

Before them all stood a tall man in sunglasses, an untamed, wicked grin tugging at his lips.

"You've had more than enough time to consider it, yet it still had to turn ugly in the end. Then I suppose I'll have to..."

"Kill every last one of you~"

Just as he was about to give the order for his men to begin the slaughter, the scene suddenly fell silent.

So silent that it was almost frightening.

"Sorry, kid,"

"Who did you say you were going to kill?"