All that remained of the original iron gate was twisted sheet metal around the frame.
Dawn stood quietly outside the door.
The warehouse reeked of blood. Not far away, the bodies of the warehouse workers lay scattered in pools of blood.
Clearly, a massacre had taken place here earlier.
At that moment, aside from the pirates who had been struck by fragments and the iron gate and were still howling in pain, the rest instinctively drew their blades the instant they saw the figure at the entrance, ready to rush forward and kill the intruder!
For people who lived with their lives on the line, fighting and killing were routine. The moment they encountered an enemy, they dropped their cargo and charged in. Their response was remarkably swift.
Because anyone who was not vigilant was already dead! Pirates were just that dangerous a profession.
Even so, it was still futile.
In the dim warehouse, Dawn merely took a step forward. Yet the pirates charging at him were instantly cut down one after another by invisible weapons.
With the poor lighting, the pirates did not even see what had killed them before they fell to the ground forever.
Like karmic retribution, they had been slaughtering the civilians in the warehouse only moments ago. This time, however, the bodies falling within it were their own.
"You damned bastard! You killed my men—I'll make you pay!" A cold male voice, furious and flustered, rang through the warehouse.
A gelatinous substance followed, controlled by its owner as it shot toward Dawn.
With Observation Haki, Dawn was not so easily caught off guard. He simply shifted slightly to the side and evaded the attack.
Using the sunlight streaming in through the doorway, Dawn got a clear look at his attacker.
The man wore a pink