The Great Fire Will Soothe All

Afraid of death?

How could he be afraid of death!

Sicily felt he had countless words, countless fires he wanted to unleash, wanting to show this guy who underestimated him what a Marine Rear Admiral was!

He was definitely not someone a Noble Major like him could compare to!

But the reality of the situation left him speechless when faced with those two words.

He didn't know how to retort.

"At least. At least you have to guarantee the safety of those nobles."

This was Sicily's bottom line.

As long as the lives of the Noble Merchants were not threatened, the World Government would not excessively pressure the Navy, and everything could be discussed.

"Well, that depends on their own efforts."

Buggy thought seriously and felt the possibility was slim.

After all, he always considered himself a man of his word.

If he said he would set a fire, then he would definitely set a fire.

Beside him, the sound of building materials exploding could be heard from time to time.

The intense flames reflected on his face, making it glow red.

The originally semi-circular, massive building now only had its general framework visible, struggling within the flames.

"What a shame."

He hung up the Den Den Mushi himself. Sicily, inferring certain facts from his tone and the surrounding sounds, was like a barrel of explosives that had been ignited.

Unbearably noisy.

"I already said it, I advised them to save themselves."

"Didn't you, didn't you take their money?"

Swan, with her short hair, had a brown robe draped over her. Her neat short hair gave her a more heroic look.

"What do you mean 'their money'!"

Buggy frowned, feeling deeply insulted as a criminal.

"House Search, House Search, understand? They were the ones who took my money!"

"And I am merely reasonably reclaiming my money."

Is that even possible??

Swan opened her mouth silently, her worldview suffering quite a shock.

To fleece those Noble Merchants of all their wealth, lock them inside the building currently burning to a crisp before their eyes, and listen to their desperate wails in their final moments.

Doing such a thing.

It made the word "justice" behind this man seem even more vivid!

Swan looked at Buggy's back, stars practically appearing in her eyes.

Before meeting Buggy, what was her status?

A piece of abducted merchandise waiting to be sold.

A banished soul who could control her own bodily functions but held no ownership over her own flesh.

To keep the merchandise in pristine condition, the Slave Catchers hadn't subjected her to any violations.

But from the accounts of other slaves, Swan had long since formed an expectation of her own fate.

Slaves without beauty would be subjected to endless oppression by their Slave Owner through manual labor.

Until death.

And for those slaves who possessed beauty, their fates were even more cruel.

So cruel that just thinking about it made Swan tremble uncontrollably.

Thus, she had long prepared herself to trade her life for her dignity.

Until Buggy appeared.

Self-salvation.

What a beautiful word!

It meant that she finally possessed herself once again.

Finally, she was able to offer something in return.

For a moment, Buggy didn't know how to describe the strange mood he was in.

It was as if he had held a gun to a passerby's head, threatening to kill them.

And the other party had exclaimed, "Then you should go do a good deed."

This is the order of this world.

Always incredibly ironic.

So ironic that if you intend to destroy the current order and justice, the advice you'll likely receive is to do a good deed.

What about that guy who likes to wear leather?

What would he do?

Buggy pondered, shaking his head, and then shifted his gaze to the Marine Soldiers other than Jacques.

Arne had already gone to the newspaper office; Buggy needed him to spread the incident across the entire island immediately.

These Marines were different from Jacques. They already knew Buggy's true colors.

Most of them weren't even sergeants.

They had simply followed orders, came along, and did as they were told.

Only after stuffing their pockets with countless bills and personally trampling the nobles' heads underfoot did they begin to understand.

It seemed there was no going back.

Joel was one such Marine.

He had spent two years doing odd jobs.

Washing dishes, mopping floors, doing laundry, scrubbing decks.

After two years of menial labor, he finally became an official Marine Soldier.

Then he started chasing cats and dogs for those nobles.

Helping to execute disobedient slaves or those who tried to escape.

Along with burying his laughable sense of justice from his youth.

So, the first time he aimed his gun at a noble, Joel felt his hands tremble.

And while desperately stuffing every pocket with Belly, he experienced satisfaction and a clear understanding of the nobles' wealth for the first time.

And now, they have been burned to death by us.

Joel's face was filled with confusion, the confusion that comes when one's original life collapses.

"Wuwu... wuwu..."

Beside him.

A dark-skinned Veteran Soldier suddenly covered his face and sobbed.

Joel recognized him.

He was a soldier who had escaped from a Non-member Nation.

His country had been conquered by pirates.

His wife and daughter had been captured by Slave Catchers like wild pigs.

He had never heard from them again.

So he joined the Navy, wanting to get revenge for something, wanting to save something.

But when he looked back.

He realized.

He had become an accomplice.

The man's tears desperately squeezed out from between his rough hands.

The roaring inferno seemed to soothe the pain of his entire life.

"Well, I regret to inform everyone that our current operation did not, did not at all, receive orders from our superior officer, Rear Admiral Sicily."

"In other words, the Navy will not cover our actions."

He watched the man in front of him, who was in a good mood, deliver the bad news in a careless tone.

"So, I have two suggestions for everyone."

Buggy looked nonchalant, completely unconcerned about his own future fate.

Of course, what happened to the respected Major Arrow had nothing to do with him, Buggy.

He held up one finger and said.

"One, I suggest everyone take the money they have and run now, preferably into the deeper and denser Mangrove forests. I think the money you have should be equivalent to ten years of Navy pay."

Even though he was the one who dragged these people into this mess, even though he had ordered them to carry out this action in the name of a superior officer.

Buggy felt not a shred of guilt.

Guilt, remorse?

How could one expect the worst criminal in Gotham City to feel such things?

Even if he did, he would probably just open his arms wide and welcome these strange emotions into his already strange heart.

"Second, hide your Belly well, then follow me back to District 66 Base."

"Then, start waiting."

Waiting for what?

Buggy couldn't be bothered to say.

Of course, it was also possible he hadn't thought of it himself.

Yet, behind his nonchalant figure, more than ten pairs of determined footsteps followed.

Ah, the latest chapter made this pure love fan's vision go black.