Feels Good, Doesn't It?

"Nangong Yan, don't push people too far! You destroyed more than half of Dark Island, injured us for no reason, and now you want to take our money?"

"Where could there possibly be such a good deal? Do you really think the three of us are so easy to bully?" Giberson sprayed spittle as he pointed at Nangong Yan's nose and cursed wildly. It felt incomparably satisfying, as if he had vented all the resentment he had suffered.

A cold smile curled at Nangong Yan's lips. His scarlet Sharingan spun rapidly, unleashing a powerful force as a potent genjutsu instantly burrowed into Giberson's mind.

Giberson's body stiffened, and the scene before him suddenly changed. The people seated nearby, the chairs, the tables, the food on the tables, and even the surrounding earth all became blood-soaked, grotesque, disheveled ghosts that lunged at him.

There were old and young among them, some in their sixties or seventies, others only five or six; men and women, the men handsome and sunny, the women young and beautiful; all kinds of races—humans, fish-men, longarms, longlegs, snakeheads, humans, and even a giant.

The other two overlords were still wondering why Giberson had suddenly fallen silent. In the next instant, Giberson seemed to go half-mad. He staggered back, dropped onto the ground, flailed his arms wildly, and shouted things like "Go away!" and "Don't!"

His trusted subordinates no longer had the time to worry about Nangong Yan and hurried over to restrain Giberson. But at that moment, Giberson seemed possessed by a giant, his strength terrifyingly immense. They could not hold him down at all.

Just then, the scene before Giberson changed again. He was in a cramped room filled with a foul, bloody stench. A bloodstained operating table stood in the middle, while a blinding lamp hung overhead.

Several people in bloodstained white coats stood around the operating table, their faces expressionless. Holding all sorts of surgical and dissecting tools, they reached toward a young man lying naked on the table, his limbs secured by iron shackles.

The young man bore a four- or five-tenths resemblance to Giberson. His face was twisted with terror and despair as he screamed, "Father, save me! I don't want to die! I don't want to be cut into organs and put inside other people!"

Giberson's eyes nearly split apart. He wanted to rush over and save his beloved son, only to discover that he could not move his body in the slightest.

Just then, the tools in their hands descended upon the young man's body, slicing across his naked flesh. A heart-wrenching scream rang out, even more miserable than having one's balls kicked to pieces.

"Hehehe... the organs on this merchandise are of excellent quality. They'll definitely fetch a good price."

"Chirp chirp chirp... I think so too. Then we must dissect him cleanly and not waste even a little."

Eerie laughter filled the room alongside screams, wails, and roars. Giberson watched helplessly as his son was turned into assorted tissues, organs, and chunks of flesh.

Then came his wife, his daughter, his other relatives, and finally himself. It was still the same room, only the people doing the dissecting had changed.

In the real world, Giberson's entire body jolted. He was thoroughly drenched in sweat, his face filled with terror and his eyes dull and vacant. He sat there like a fool, completely unresponsive no matter how his trusted subordinates called to him, as though his soul had left his body.

Nangong Yan watched the other two kings with a faint smile. "You two, please continue eating. Boss Giberson will probably need to go mad for a while longer before he wakes up. We can talk once he regains his senses."

When Nangong Yan's scarlet, sinister Mangekyo Sharingan swept over them, both men's hearts trembled. They swallowed the objections on the tips of their tongues and decided to wait and see, planning to judge what to do after seeing Giberson's attitude once he returned to normal.

The two of them possessed immeasurable wealth. If paying some Beli could avert disaster, they would gladly do so. What they feared was Nangong Yan making an outrageous demand, one they could not accept, leaving them stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Their lives were important, but money was important too!

A quarter of an hour later, Nangong Yan and the others were nearly done eating. The Mangekyo Sharingan's ocular power had run dry, and Giberson slowly regained consciousness.

Giberson looked around blankly, as though he could no longer distinguish between his surroundings and reality.

When he saw Nangong Yan, Giberson trembled as if he had seen a demon. He instinctively kicked his legs, trying to get as far away from Nangong Yan as possible.

When Piedro and Du Feld saw Giberson's reaction, their expressions immediately turned grave.

He was that terrified of Nangong Yan? What exactly had Nangong Yan done to make a ruler of the underworld, a man who had spent his life amid bloodshed, with blood all over his hands and a heart as hard as iron, react like this?

"Well, did it feel good? Want to try it again? I'll put in a little more effort this time and create a bigger, longer surprise for you." Nangong Yan stared at Giberson with scarlet eyes, a bright, sunny smile on his face.

Giberson's expression changed drastically. His face went pale, and his whole body shuddered as he turned away from Nangong Yan's gaze with such speed that he left an afterimage behind.

"No need... State your conditions. Even if you want all my wealth, I'll give it to you."

Giberson's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping together, filled with exhaustion.

Piedro and Du Feld exchanged a glance, their eyes full of disbelief. Had too much happened today? Were they hearing things?

"Hehehe, all your wealth? How generous. Looks like you've learned your lesson."

"But there's no need for all your wealth. Thirty percent! Thirty percent in dividend shares. Every month, find a way to deliver that thirty percent to the Demon Emperor Pirates."

"What do you think?" Nangong Yan said with a light laugh.

"Fine, I agree." Giberson answered without the slightest hesitation.

"And you two?" Nangong Yan turned, staring at Du Feld and Piedro with a half-smile.

After weighing it over, the two men answered with faces as ugly as if they had eaten a Devil Fruit. "Fine. Thirty percent it is."

"That's more like it. Harmony brings wealth! You can't bring Beli into this world with you, and you can't take it with you when you die. As long as you have enough, that's all that matters."

"With the wealth you three have now, even if you lay around for the rest of your lives, you could live comfortably for seven or eight lifetimes. Why be so hung up on it?"

"Your little brother might look like he's robbing you by force, but I'm not taking it for nothing. From now on, we're partners."

"If there's anyone blind enough to wreck your place, just give me a call. Your little brother will fly right over and back you up!"

"My number is 11011910, an absolutely beautiful number. Saving people from fire and water!"

"In the long run, having the ever-growing Demon Emperor Pirates backing you up is absolutely no loss. It's a huge profit!"

Piedro and Du Feld wore stiff smiles and nodded repeatedly, but in their hearts, they had already cursed Nangong Yan's ancestors for eighteen generations countless times.

Fuck... so you get to play both the good guy and the bad guy. All the reason is on your side, and everything we do is wrong.

No matter how you put it, we're the ones profiting while you're losing out... I've never seen anyone so shameless!

As for Giberson, he had yet to break free from the illusion. His mind was filled with scene after scene from it. He sat on the ground in numb silence, blank and dazed like a stupid goose.