The Heavenly Yaksha's Orders! Dunn's Great Harvest

Where did this death-defying brat pop out from?

His business foundation across the Four Blues was in the North Blue, but after successfully seizing Dressrosa, he had already begun intervening and preparing in the other three seas.

How long had it been, and he was already encountering someone looking for trouble?

Did they really think Doflamingo's blade had grown dull?

"Doffy?"

Trebol, with his long, dangling snot, saw the look on his Young Master's face and knew Doflamingo was about to explode with rage.

This was equivalent to being insulted right to his face; given Doflamingo's temperament, he naturally couldn't tolerate it.

If it were a powerful expert, that would be one thing.

But what kind of "expert" could possibly exist in the East Blue, a place filled with nothing but small-fry pirates?

"Send people. I want to hear that man's wailing in the shortest time possible!"

Doflamingo ordered with a gloomy expression.

"Alright, Doffy. I'll arrange for people to go to the East Blue, but Garp has recently returned there, so it's not suitable to cause too much of a stir."

As the Hero of the Marines, every move Garp made drew significant attention.

By now, the news of Garp's return to the East Blue was known to at least everyone with ties to the powers in that region.

"That old man went back? What for?"

Doflamingo paused, turning his head to look at Trebol.

"It seems he's looking for someone, though the specifics haven't been uncovered yet."

Trebol hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"It's just a brat; he won't be able to cause any major waves."

Doflamingo didn't want to wait.

Was he now at a point where even an unknown brat dared to provoke him?

"Behehehehe, I say, Doffy, why get angry over a brat? We have greater things to do. But since you've said so, I'll go arrange it now. Very soon, you'll be able to see that brat's head."

With that, the slime-covered Trebol turned and left.

Doflamingo watched him go, then picked up the red wine glass in front of him and looked out the window.

It was Dressrosa, currently under reconstruction, with a large number of toy people walking through the streets.

The sounds of slaughter continued.

Most pirates were vicious, and right now, the pirates' infighting displayed this to the fullest.

Dunn watched the carnage on the Trading Island, which had been triggered by his single sentence, with a calm expression.

In the original story, most of the time, the aftermath of a pirate raid was never depicted.

After all, the narrative focus was almost always on Monkey D. Luffy.

Setting everything else aside, the bounty posters in Dunn's hand alone showed that while the bounties of these pirates weren't high, each of them had at least dozens, if not hundreds, of lives on their hands.

When raiding an island, some might just loot for wealth and kill those who resisted.

But others took pleasure in the act of taking lives itself.

"The Young Master won't let you off."

Watching Dunn put away the Den Den Mushi, this Donquixote Family devil fruit user still tried to talk tough.

"Hmm, I know!"

Dunn glanced at him upon hearing this and nodded.

"You..."

Dunn's reaction left the man at a loss for words.

After all, their influence in the East Blue was too small; none of the high-ranking officers would personally oversee matters here. Sending a devil fruit user like him was already considered a sign of importance.

Therefore, no matter what harsh threats he spat out now, it felt like the barking of a defeated dog—completely useless.

Dunn's attitude, in particular, only reinforced that feeling.

"So, tell me, will Doflamingo send someone to finish me off?"

Seeing the man's eyes widen, Dunn asked.

"Of course! The Young Master will definitely send an officer. You're a dead man."

"Is that so? Then, are you a pirate too?"

Dunn nodded slightly.

"I am a great pirate from the North Blue. Before I met the Young Master, my bounty was 23 million."

As soon as Dunn said this, it seemed to strike a nerve in the devil fruit user. He tilted his head back and spoke with a proud expression.

Oh, an unexpected harvest?

Dunn's eyes lit up, and he chuckled.

Now that the bounty for the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Doflamingo, had been revoked, the bounties of the underlings who previously held them had also been canceled by the Marines.

However, the guy in front of him was likely just small fry under Doflamingo.

"So, your bounty is still active?"

Dunn asked curiously.

"Of course, my name is quite famous in the North Blue."

"That's good."

Dunn nodded repeatedly.

These pirates treated Marine bounties as a badge of honor.

Even when engaged in battle with an opponent, they would proudly declare how high their bounty was, as if that alone could overwhelm the other party with sheer presence.

Or perhaps, was this the most vicious threat these pirates could come up with?

With that thought, Dunn stopped paying attention to the guy.

Twenty-three million, plus the pirates he had seen earlier and those hiding in the town; perhaps this time he could harvest tens of millions in bounties, maybe even seventy or eighty million, or even over a hundred million.

On this sea, gold really was everywhere.

Those great pirates in the New World easily commanded hundreds of millions, over a billion, or even several billion.

Capturing those guys was certainly not as easy as the current situation.

Find a pirate gathering point, and then round them all up in one go.

He finally understood why the first island after entering the Grand Line was a place where Pirate Hunters gathered.

It was simply like gold nuggets coming to them on their own.

"That's right, once those guys get stronger, they don't seem to bother with the weak."

Dunn rubbed his chin, pondering the thought processes of people in this world, attempting to mimic and join in their way of thinking.

It wasn't hard to understand.

The slaughter on the Trading Island was nearing its end, though Dunn had left a few times during the process.

Those who tried to escape using hidden ships on the other side had already been buried at sea.

The survivors had all obediently returned.

They had even thoughtfully brought over the pirates from the town who had bounties. As for those who had died, their heads were brought along as proof.

"Board the ships!"

Dunn stood beside the largest pirate ship, watching as these pirates boarded one by one. Just as Doru had done before, once Dunn was on board, he immediately ordered them to set sail, with the 16th Marine Branch as their destination.

Even with only Dunn present, these pirates remained obedient and dared not act rashly, each using their abilities to steer the pirate ships before departing.

Dunn sat on the bow, looking at the large number of pirates huddled on the deck with their heads in their hands.

"Tell me, will the Marines pay for these pirates who don't have bounties?"

Beside Dunn was the ability user, though he was now missing an arm.

That was the result of Dunn's Flying Slash when he had gone to deal with the pirates trying to escape earlier, after this guy had attempted to flee.

Hearing Dunn's question, the guy looked at him with a terrified expression.

"Yes, usually the bounty is calculated based on their captain's bounty."

"You're quite knowledgeable."

Dunn was taken aback.

"Well, back in the North Blue, I would occasionally receive orders to deliver pirates to Marine bases to collect bounties."

The guy was now answering whatever was asked.

However, he actually felt a sense of relief in his heart.

Since they were being sent to a Marine base, at the very least, he wouldn't have to die.

Besides, he was a subordinate of one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea; even if he were detained, the Marines would eventually let him go.

This had already been proven in the past.