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"Doff, one of the gold mines we control has been emptied out and the gold is being transported back!"

Pushing open the door, Trebol, leaning on his cane, looked to be in a good mood, snot hanging from his nose!

Doflamingo chuckled, swirling the red wine in his hand, and leaned back on the sofa.

"Is the tail cleaned up?"

Still somewhat worried, Doflamingo inquired further.

"Don't worry, Doff. It's been a year and the country hasn't dared to utter a single word. Now, many forces are already impatient and won't pay any attention to us!"

Full of confidence, Trebol's tone clearly showed he didn't take the country seriously.

After all, they had been diligently training for several years, and the Donquixote Family was no longer what it used to be.

"It's better to be more considerate, after all, we're partners!"

With a sinister grin, Doflamingo thought for a moment and continued, "Has the country responsible for the handover this month sent anyone?"

"Not yet. Normally the handover should have happened yesterday, but the country hasn't sent anyone yet."

Somewhat puzzled, Trebol shook his head.

"How much has it decreased?"

Doflamingo took a sip of red wine, seemingly unconcerned.

"Three layers were removed, just like always!"

"Some are greedy," Trebol continued, "Those fools in the country have no idea we've tampered with the accounts."

"That's good, but still be careful, keep a close eye on things!"

"I know."

"Fufufufu"

Corn Island in the New World, originally an island belonging to Big Mom, is now occupied by a pirate crew with a bounty of Fifteen billion. Their captain is Ripper, with a Ripper of 560 million, and is a Zoan Mantis-Mantis Devil Fruit User.

What the outside world doesn't know is that this Ripper is a member of the underground king, the Big Hand Funeral Director. The reason why this relatively veteran pirate crew is entrenched here is all because of the Big Hand Funeral Director's orders.

Otherwise, given Ripper's lawless nature, he would have gone out and killed long ago; why would he be holed up on this island?

Amidst the blazing fire, some Evil Fiend- looking pirates tore meat apart and drank heavily, laughing heartily from time to time, appearing extremely joyful.

But on the other side of the island, many enslaved people can be seen working, harvesting corn.

Perhaps this world is too magical, or perhaps this island is too peculiar. Apart from some flowers, grasses and trees, this island only grows corn. Most importantly, it can ripen once a month, and the kernels are plump. The monthly yield is enough to ensure that a kingdom will not lack food and clothing.

In that year, this one island alone brought the Big Hand Funeral Director billions of dollars in wealth, since in war, besides weapons, the most valuable thing is food.

"Captain, it's been a year already. You're that guy who replaced Big? You're not a coward, are you?!"

A centipede-web scar ran across his large face as a burly man, tearing at a fleshy leg, approached a gentleman dressed in a black suit.

This man was the Ripper, who loved to rip open people's stomachs. Despite his gentlemanly appearance, he was incredibly cruel.

"I think it's called something like that country, hahaha!"

Pirates nearby were laughing loudly.

"I haven't killed anyone in ages, all I want now is to get out of here."

In a foul mood, Ripper took a swig of his drink, glanced at his crew, and then said, "But you guys are really something. What kind of God or country are you talking about? You're all cowards. How about we go and plunder another island?"

"Captain, this isn't a good idea! After all, the funeral director told us to keep a low profile!"

A sense of dread crept in, a pirate reminded the Ripper.

"Are you one of mine or that bastard's man? Once I have enough power, I'll make that guy pay the price."

With a fierce brow and cold eyes, Ripper clearly harbored deep dissatisfaction and even hatred towards the Big Hand Funeral Director.

"But the funeral director..."

"Slap slap"

Suddenly, before the Ripper could speak, a round of applause erupted from the sky, accompanied by a voice saying, "Looks like he really is Big Hand Funeral Director!"

Slowly drifting down, Rob Lucci, Blueno, and Bege landed on the ground, looking at the Ripper crew with amusement.

Who are you people?!

The surrounding pirates quickly gathered, drawing their swords and firearms and aiming them at Rob Lucci and his companions.

"The captain and his men are from the country, and the leader is Death God Rob Lucci, with a bounty of Eighteen billion."

With trembling legs, one of the pirates swallowed hard. Ever since Alabasta, Rob Lucci had been in the global spotlight, even being featured in news reports. His methods were notoriously bizarre, and everyone who fought him had died, earning him the nickname "Death God."

"Eighteen billion?"

Everyone was stunned by the bounty. What did Eighteen billion mean? It was almost four times the amount their captain had received.

"The Godfather Capone Bege, bounty of $320 million."

Many pirates know about Rob Lucci and Bege, but few know about Blueno is always operating in the shadows.

"What are you afraid of? There are only three of us."

Without the slightest fear, the Ripper looked at Rob Lucci and his two companions with disdain. With so many men on his side, he could easily hack them to pieces with a single slash from each of them.

"Phew, what a helpless situation! We're out here working!"

Bege lit a cigar, puffed out a few smokes, and tapped his chest.

"Splash!"

In the blink of an eye, people emerged from Bege's body, and then the open space was densely packed with pirates and soldiers wielding various advanced cannons.

Ten pirates even unleashed a ten-meter-long cannon, its dark barrel aimed directly at Ripper and his men.

The entire scene fell silent. Ripper and the others stared wide-eyed, a chill running down their spines.

"Fire."

"Boom"

Bege gave the order, and an explosion erupted, sending screams and severed limbs flying, creating a crater within a fifty-meter radius.

Following closely behind, countless artillery shells rained down like a storm.

"Help me!"

The entire Ripper Pirates were terrified. The survivors were all crying out in pain, and even Captain Ripper himself was completely bewildered, scrambling to his feet from the rubble.

The two sides were completely outmatched, with neither side even in the same league.

Smoking a cigar, Bege gripped a machine gun, moving with impunity, sweeping through wherever he went.

"That's impossible!"

Somewhat disheveled, the Ripper was hysterical, with a sense of foreboding.

Nothing is impossible.

Appearing out of nowhere, Blueno caused the surrounding temperature to rise sharply, like a furnace, and kicked at the Ripper.

In a swift transformation, the Ripper became a praying mantis, its large, gleaming hands slashing menacingly at Blueno.

The ground exploded, Ripper felt as if he had crashed into a mountain. Most importantly, his hands were in excruciating pain, and the aroma of flesh filled the air.

The ground hissed and crackled, billowing hot steam rose into the air, and Blueno kicked out, unleashing a powerful Rankyaku imbued with intense heat, its destructive force many times greater than before, hurtling towards the flying Ripper.

Wherever the crimson Rankyaku touched, the ground, unable to withstand the intense heat, turned into liquid.

Blueno has clearly combined the Heat-Heat Fruit with physical skills, resulting in a ferocious attack.

It's not like Rob Lucci would even bother with a guy who's got a 500 million bounty. Rob Lucci's only reason for showing up is because of the so-called "Big Hand Funeral Director." Rob Lucci wants to see just how powerful this so-called king of the Underworld really is.

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