Life and Death at the Line

Sunlight streamed in through the entrance to the venue.

Under this light, several dark figures walked in one after another.

"Huh? It hasn't started yet?"

"Let's finish this quickly and go back... I don't want to live with these lowly people."

"Should we tell them all to get out?"

"I heard there are some pretty good slaves among this batch... Don't try to take them from me."

The voice had already reached them before they even sat down.

There was more than one Celestial Dragons.

The leader was none other than Saint Charlos.

The words of the Celestial Dragons immediately made the atmosphere in the venue extremely tense and oppressive.

Of course, this only applies to others. As Celestial Dragons, they didn't feel this at all. They simply walked slowly down the steps through the middle of the audience seats, and sat down in the most prestigious position with a rather casual gait and posture.

Fortunately, the lighting in the hall was very dim, which concealed the expressions of the other people.

When the Celestial Dragons took their seats, Disco dared not be negligent. After a round of flattery, he continued the show.

As the lights shone, a row of slaves slowly emerged from under the curtain.

Some of them were hardened criminals from Impel Down, while others were One Piece who had recently risen to prominence in the Grand Line... Among them were two races that Oboro was somewhat familiar with: the Mink Tribe and the Fish-Men.

It's quite normal for Fish-Men to be captured.

Because magnetic fish-men, as long as they look good, will always have a market.

The Mink Tribe surprised Oboro somewhat.

But his attention wasn't on the slaves; he was instead probing the 'aura' outside the arena.

Determine if there are any admirals.

His twitching ears and slightly twitching nostrils... he was using multiple senses, including hearing and smell, to anticipate the surrounding combat readiness. At the same time, his powerful mental state allowed him to visualize a range of soul wavelengths in his mind, like radar, marking the location and landing point of each soul wavelength.

"There are no admirals!"

He squinted his eyes slightly.

He laughed.

It is indeed very difficult for the world's will to directly control the characters.

For the Celestial Dragons and the Navy, the only incident that occurred on Sabaody Archipelago in the past few days was simply the escape of a slave, which was somewhat embarrassing but not a threat. As for what happened at the auction house, although it caused a huge uproar in Lawless Area, it was not worth paying attention to for either side.

The one who should be having a headache is Doflamingo, not the Navy.

The only thing the Navy was concerned about was the news that the mysterious person was the missing Celestial Dragons slave.

This minor character poses no threat.

Just arrest them again.

After all, given the long history and deeply ingrained beliefs, no one dared to lay a hand on the Celestial Dragons.

"Fifty million Beli".

The lazy movements of the Celestial Dragons below the stage interrupted Oboro's thoughts.

Someone at the scene took a liking to a particular slave and offered a price, but the moment the Celestial Dragons opened his mouth, the former immediately fell silent. Even though the price of the slave wasn't the highest, he dared not provoke the Celestial Dragons again.

This resulted in what was supposed to be the most exciting part of today's auction becoming extremely boring.

Wave after wave of slaves took the throne. As long as they were targeted by the Celestial Dragons, there were no competitors. They were 'acquired' by the Celestial Dragons at extremely low prices. It was a complete shopping spree.

These precious slaves were sold off to the Celestial Dragons at a rock-bottom price.

Doflamingo used this overt 'transaction process' to make the 'cooperation' between the two parties appear natural and inevitable.

After several rounds, the rest of the participants had gained very little.

Disco, on the other hand, was praising the noble Celestial Dragons for their "good taste" and "generosity," and patted his chest to guarantee that the goods would be delivered to Mary Geoise as soon as possible.

The slaves who were captured by the Celestial Dragons all showed the same expression.

Terrified.

Oboro did not act immediately; he was waiting... to avoid any unforeseen circumstances, after confirming that no naval admiral was lurking nearby.

When Saint Charlos, picking his nose, called out a price to the Mink Tribe, Oboro finally raised his hand, breaking the silence of the hall, "One hundred million Beli!"

Disco's hammer was about to fall when he heard someone bidding. He immediately exclaimed excitedly, "One hundred million Beli! This customer has bid one hundred million Beli! Any higher bids?!"

Even the Celestial Dragons, no matter how noble their status, must follow the rules.

The formalities that need to be followed still need to be gone.

"Two hundred million Beli!"

Saint Charlos glanced at the spot where Oboro was sitting, his expression displeased, but he hadn't yet lost his temper, and said something.

"One billion Beli!"

Long yawned.

"Ten... ten billion Beli???!!!"

A scream came through the Mike, and the Disco on stage was completely dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

My jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"That's right, one billion Beli."

Long repeated the sentence.

Anyway, he didn't have any money, so he just shouted it out for fun.

Saint Charlos bid to buy the Mink Tribe and give it to his sister, Charlotte, who lived nearby. He never expected that after the previous slaves were auctioned off so easily, a lowly commoner would dare to compete with him for the last one!

Long was still sitting in her seat with her legs crossed when she suddenly heard footsteps behind her.

With a dark expression, Saint Charlos slowly stood up, pulled out his familiar Pistol, and walked towards Oboro under the gloating gazes of the other Celestial Dragons.

As if the scene were being reenacted, Saint Charlos walked to Oboro's side and pointed the dark muzzle of his gun at him.

His finger was on the trigger.

"You arrogant piece of trash... Ten billion Beli?? Even if you could come up with that money, you wouldn't live to spend it!" Saint Charlos grinned, revealing a large set of teeth, and raised his head slightly, tilting his chin up to look down at the person whose face he couldn't see.

He said in a stupid and arrogant voice, "Now I'm giving you a chance, kneel down... and lick my shoes clean."

As he spoke, he naturally lifted his foot.

The surrounding 'audience' focused their attention and subconsciously held their breath.

To be honest, this plot development was something they hadn't expected.

Because no one would have thought that there were actually people who were so reckless as to dare to provoke the Celestial Dragons.

Some people think that even if the Celestial Dragons don't shoot Oboro after he's done for, they might still take him away as a slave or torture him immediately.

Some people also wanted to see how Oboro would resolve the crisis.

"Tsk... A brainless idiot like you has managed to survive until now... This world is really forgiving!" Facing the gun again, Oboro appeared quite calm. He even leaned back, resting his head on the back of the chair, and met Saint Charlos's eyes.

"Um?"

Charlos was suddenly stunned, because he realized... the voice sounded familiar.

"You..."

"We've only been apart for a few days... and you've already forgotten me?"

Long raised an eyebrow.

From the outline of his face covered in paint, Saint Charlos finally recognized him. "Ah!"

He let out a shout.

"What are you dawdling for? Just kill him already!" The sound of the Sharllia Palace came from behind.

They were all waiting to see Saint Charlos fire his gun and take down this blind fool.

"He..."

A ridiculous scene unfolded. Saint Charlos, bubbling with snot, completely oblivious to the danger, turned his head away at his sister's urging, seemingly wanting to reveal Oboro's identity to the others. In his mind, he seemed to never believe he would be attacked or harmed by any life outside his own kind.

In any situation, he is the one who controls life and death.

There are never any exceptions.

The instant Saint Charlos turned his head, Oboro suddenly sprang up like a furious lion.

Killing Charlos was no different to him than crushing an ant.

However, something unexpected happened.

Just as he was about to kill the Celestial Dragons, suddenly, two people jumped out from the audience seats from the left and right, both of whom were extremely powerful.

One of them swung his blade, slashing at Oboro's right hand as he reached for Saint Charlos's.

The other person quickly moved closer, raised a silver-white, exquisitely crafted Pistol, and aimed it at Oboro's temple.

"Hey... what are you doing?"

"If anything happens to Celestial Dragons, none of us will be able to leave alive."

The gunman stared coldly at Oboro and gave a warning.

"Are you crazy? Don't get us killed!!"

The swordsman opposite also spoke up.

"Oh right, I forgot about that..."

Despite the sudden attack, Oboro's actions showed no sign of slowing down or becoming less aggressive.

He looked enlightened.

He was so focused on the Navy and the Donquixote Family that he completely overlooked... the influence of the Celestial Dragons themselves and the way they restrained other groups.

Although I don't know if it's the will of the world at work, it doesn't matter anymore.

"He... must die."

The emotionless tone in his voice caused the two powerful figures who had intervened to change color abruptly.

They decided almost immediately to kill this bastard before the Celestial Dragons were injured!