Karl Street, a place where wealth was created.
"Amazing, Brother Tesoro—you actually snatched a Devil Fruit from the Donquixote Family!"
"It's just like a dream!"
"I still can't believe that people like us could steal something from a Great Pirate like that!"
A group of street thugs dressed like petty hoodlums looked at the man wearing ten gold rings with eyes full of admiration.
"As long as they are human, they have weaknesses." Tesoro rubbed his fingers together, savoring the wonderful feel of gold as he said in a chant-like voice, "Seize their weaknesses, and even those so-called Strong individuals can become blades in our hands!"
"Boss Tesoro said it perfectly!"
"We really played those idiots like fools!"
A trace of disdain flashed through Tesoro's eyes. If strength truly did not matter, he would not have gone to such lengths to steal this Devil Fruit!
With his abilities, if he had wanted to, he could have earned a fortune over the past three years. Yet he had not done so, because he knew he lacked the strength to protect that wealth.
"Brother Tesoro, wouldn't it be too risky to return to Karl Street now?"
"Yeah! I heard the Donquixote Family only left yesterday."
"If we wait until tomorrow, do you think we'll still have a chance to claim the inheritance Boss Bart left behind?" Tesoro asked with a sinister smile.
"Boss Bart's inheritance?" A little thug with a spider tattoo on his face widened his eyes. "Didn't we get him killed by the Donquixote Family because we used Boss Bart's name to sneak into the auction?"
"Yeah! But does that conflict with me claiming his inheritance?" Tesoro asked with an utterly puzzled expression.
Under Tesoro's cold, ruthless gaze, the tattooed thug felt cold sweat soak his entire body. He hurriedly