Why Did You Actually Turn Around When I Told You To?

"Don't you want to turn around and take a look?"

Jogo's voice was like a demon's whisper, making goosebumps rise all over Vito's body.

Creepy!

All he felt at that moment was something deeply unsettling!

After all, this Capone Family contact point was no defenseless den of thieves.

Every member here had a gun, along with cannons and explosives, always prepared for unexpected situations... and, of course, always ready to cause some unexpected situations themselves.

Its firepower was among the best in the entire underworld!

But... Jogo had simply walked right in.

The Capone Family's defenses were utterly useless before him!

Even Vito had failed to notice anything wrong at first.

"What kind of ability is this?"

"Was this how Gotti and the boss were killed?"

Vito's long, curled tongue slowly drooped as sweat poured from his forehead.

"Am I going to be killed here too?"

"No..."

In that critical moment, he suddenly recalled more details from their brief encounter that he had overlooked before. A glint flashed in his eyes.

"Something's wrong with your condition!"

Jogo said, "Oh?"

Vito subtly shifted his stance and blurted out, "You reek of fish, you're soaked in seawater, your skin is pale, and your fingers are wrinkled..."

"That means you've been in the sea for a long time!"

"Your body temperature must be very abnormal right now!"

Behind him, Jogo leaned against the back of his chair and looked at his wrinkled palm.

"That's right."

Even though Pippi Fish could glide across the sea, there were still times when it landed on the water.

At his request, it had traveled half-submerged the entire way.

But the spray thrown up by the flying fish as it tore through the water, along with the waves crashing against him, had soaked him from head to toe in minutes.

And then there was the fierce wind blasting straight at him...

His entire body was indeed freezing cold now. His movements had slowed, and his body temperature was far below normal.

Vito slightly turned the direction of his toes and continued, "And when you spread out that newspaper earlier, you used too much force. If I wasn't mistaken, your hands were trembling uncontrollably too, weren't they?"

"I don't know what you've been through, but it's obvious that you've exhausted your strength and can no longer control your own body!"

Jogo stretched out his hand, looked at his violently trembling, unresponsive fingers, and nodded.

"That's how it is."

Just kidding—when a fish sped across the sea so fast that the headwind kept your mouth from closing,

you knew you were only one mistake away from death.

Despite the boosts from Fishing Master and Flying Fish Rider, he and Pippi Fish had become one, working in perfect harmony.

But three straight hours of almost nonstop powerful gripping and violent jolting

had still drained the last trace of strength from his body.

The fact that he had managed to keep going and run into this room was already an incredible feat of willpower.

Right now, he was completely powerless. Any ordinary person could probably match him fifty-fifty in hand-to-hand combat.

"As expected of Capone Bege's strategist. Your analysis is entirely correct."

Jogo lightly clapped his hands.

"So?"

"So, why don't we settle this peacefu—"

Vito's tongue curled powerfully again. Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly spun around. His shoes screeched against the floor, and with one push against the wall, he exploded forward at the greatest speed of his life, shooting toward the table like an arrow loosed from a bow!

He knew Jogo definitely still had something up his sleeve.

But in such terrible condition, Jogo had given him an opportunity too!

"If you were in perfect condition, I wouldn't have the slightest chance of winning. But looking like this, who says I'll definitely lose?!"

He reached for the two pistols on the table.

Fast!

Faster!!

As long as he got the guns, he would have a chance to fight!

Just then, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Jogo's hand resting on the armrest—and the index finger raised toward him.

Hundred Flowers Wither: Ten-Ring Dance!

His thoughts were cut off!

It felt as though countless red-hot iron spikes had pierced his fragile nerves in an instant. His body convulsed violently, his eyes widened, and his mind went blank.

In the remnants of his consciousness, Jogo's calm voice drifted over.

"You really turned around just because I told you to?"

Vito: "..."

(West Blue profanity)

Elsewhere, on Golden Chrysanthemum Island, not far from the waters where the Marines and the Happo Navy had clashed.

The night was deep, and all was silent.

Orange-yellow lights shone in the center of the island.

Bege, dressed in pajamas and a nightcap, sat on the toilet with a newspaper unfolded in his hands.

"Sai... was actually captured by the Marines!"

His brows twisted into a deep frown as he bit down hard on his cigar—his expression had not changed since he sat down on the toilet.

"No wonder there hasn't been any news for so many days!"

He had thought that those arrogant Happo Navy bastards had relapsed into their old habits. They thought that with Jogo's head in hand, they could make him panic, so they wanted to leave him hanging for a while and pressure him into lowering the price in their deal.

Who would have thought the situation was even worse!

Sai had been captured outright!

Wasn't the Happo Navy a little too useless?

"What a useless bunch!"

Bege viciously slammed the newspaper against his thigh. His body suddenly tensed, he shuddered, then relaxed.

He shook his cigar and puffed out smoke for several seconds, his eyes gradually narrowing.

"If he was only captured, it's not a big deal. Sai is a pillar of the Happo Navy, and with the Flower Country protecting him, the Marines can only lock him up for a few months at most."

That was not what he truly cared about. What really concerned him was this:

"When was Sai captured?"

A certain figure suddenly sprang into his mind, and irritation gradually appeared on his face.

"Damn it, no way, right?"

"Could Sai have been defeated by that guy?"

That threat he had once treated as a joke and long since forgotten suddenly surged into his heart. It circled endlessly through his mind, growing louder and louder until it became a deafening bell.

—You'd better start praying now that I don't find you!

Cold sweat broke out on Bege's forehead. His glutes clenched sharply, and before long, he emerged from the bathroom in a hurry, his face green.

Even though he thought it was impossible.

Was there any other explanation now?

He had even brought Chinjao into the picture. In the West Blue, who else could take down Sai aboard a Happo Navy ship?

He recalled every single thing Jogo had done since he first learned of his existence—things that had all surpassed his expectations.

His expression grew uglier and uglier.

He realized that he had never truly understood Jogo's strength.

When Gotti was killed, he had assumed Jogo was stronger than Gotti.

Then, from Daz Bones's report, he had guessed that Jogo was weaker than Daz Bones, and far weaker than Sai.

But was that really true?

He recalled Daz Bones's hesitant, strange tone when explaining the situation.

His heart suddenly jolted.

"Could it be that Daz Bones lied to me?!"

"That little assassin brat didn't want to admit that he had failed his mission, so he claimed Sai had scared him off? And he even stressed that he had nearly killed Jogo?"

The more Bege thought about it, the more likely it seemed!

Sai had not gone into detail with him about that matter.

But just because Sai had not said anything, did that mean Bege could not figure it out?

This was now the most likely possibility!

"How dare you deceive the Capone Family? You really have a death wish, Daz Bones!"

With a grim face, he strode quickly to the cabinet beside the fireplace and dialed the number for the underworld contact point.

—Vito needed to evacuate immediately!

Bege calculated inwardly.

"That Jogo has chased the Capone Family this far. He's clearly an extremely petty man."

"The contact point isn't that well hidden. He might go after Vito."

Gotti was already dead. He could not bear to let Vito, one of his trusted men, die too.

"Perfect timing. The plan for Golden Chrysanthemum Island has reached its most critical stage. I need someone I can trust completely by my side!"

Buru buru~ Buru buru~

The call connected quickly.