The arena lay in utter disarray.
Gunshots rang out amid drifting smoke.
And there were the civilians who had suffered undeserved calamity and lost their lives.
Everything was unfolding before Digal's eyes like some farce.
The national climate he had cultivated, one that allowed people to profit from pirates, could not withstand the innate influence brought by a single Devil Fruit.
This displeased him greatly.
When all was said and done, he had still underestimated the pirates' greed and lack of scruples by far.
Just to fight over a single Devil Fruit, those pirates below had dared to ignore the army he spent a great deal of money feeding every year.
"Pirates are pirates. They never consider the consequences, and they don't have a brain between them."
Digal looked down at the elite soldiers pouring into the arena through every entrance.
Inside and outside the arena, there were ten thousand elite soldiers in total.
With such military strength, they were more than capable of wiping out all those lawless outlaws running rampant inside the arena.
However, Digal did not have the army attack directly. Instead, he had them secure every passage, forming a trap from which nothing could escape.
A broad-browed general in armor came behind Digal and said solemnly, "Your Majesty, all the soldiers are in position."
"Have them stand by."
Digal raised his gaze and looked toward Lafitte, who was constantly dodging bullets in midair.
"Yes, sir!"
The broad-browed general acknowledged the order and left the box.
Digal did not need to explain anything further. The general understood his intentions.
At present, the pirates inside the arena were slaughtering one another over a single Devil Fruit.
In such a situation, the army had no need to rush inside. They only had to guard every entrance and trap all