They're About to Die, and They're Still Making Wishes!

Bege picked up the receiver and, without waiting for the other side to speak, said impatiently:

"It's me, Bege. Listen to me."

"Leave Dendrobium Island immediately and come find me on Golden Chrysanthemum Island!"

"Hurry!"

He held the Den Den Mushi in his hand and paced back and forth before the fireplace.

"Daz Bones lied to us. That guy, Jogo, may be close to Sai's level. He might not be dead!"

"Read the newspaper yourself for the details. There's no time to explain everything. Just set out immediately.

"Don't think about fighting him. Gotti isn't his match, and neither are you."

"Damn it, why did we underestimate that guy back then?!"

"He's now a huge threat to the Capone Family. We have to settle this. I have a plan..."

Bege stopped in his tracks, and his voice abruptly cut off.

He stared fixedly at the Den Den Mushi in his hand, whose face looked as though it were eagerly listening in on gossip.

The Den Den Mushi looked back at him, chewed a little, and licked its lips.

"Vito?"

Hiss!

It seemed as though laughter came from the other end of the line.

"Sorry. You were praising me so enthusiastically that I didn't want to interrupt."

"Vito's busy. Don't stop, keep going. What plan do you have?"

A familiar voice came from the Den Den Mushi's mouth.

"Jogo!!"

Bege gritted his teeth, feeling as if everything before his eyes had gone dark.

That bastard really wasn't dead!

Not only was he alive, he had already found Vito!

And Bege had spent all that time talking right in front of him!

"Where's Vito?" His heart had already sunk.

Inside a Capone Family contact point in the underworld,

Jogo had changed into a white hoodie. While eating food he had swiped from a restaurant outside, he glanced at Vito, who was nailed to the opposite wall, cosplaying Jesus and barely clinging to life, before replying:

"Things might not be looking so good. He was so tight-lipped that he might've lived another day or two, but now, when he dies depends on when you hang up."

Jogo scooped up a spoonful of golden, tempting fried rice, thick with the aroma of scallions, shoved it into his mouth, chewed, and said indistinctly:

"So, do you want to tell me more about that plan of yours? Your dad was an old acquaintance of mine. I can help you think it over."

"But if you just want to chat on the phone, forget it. I only talk to pretty girls."

The Den Den Mushi fell silent for a long while.

If its cigar-clenching face had not kept making those ugly movements at a steady pace, Jogo would have thought Bege had hung up.

After a long time, Bege's low voice finally came through the phone again.

"You really want to kill me, don't you, Jogo?!"

Jogo slurped up a mouthful of noodle soup, cramming his mouth full.

"Of course I do!"

Bege flew into a rage.

"Did no one ever teach you manners? Show some respect!"

Jogo swallowed the delicious, springy noodles, then tore off a juicy chicken drumstick.

"Indeed, no one taught me, but the person who raised me is still alive."

"Someone as well-mannered as you must have parents who are doing quite well, I presume?"

Bang!

Something shattered on the other end of the line.

"Jogo!"

Several seconds passed before Bege's furious roar came through again.

"You think I don't want to kill you too?!"

"Bastard, if you've got the guts, come!"

"You know where I am, and I can tell you this: I absolutely won't leave this place for the next week!"

"I'll be waiting for you. Come on, Jogo! Fight me on Golden Chrysanthemum Island like a man!"

"Fair and square!"

"To the death!!"

Jogo hurriedly swallowed his chicken and said happily, "It's a deal. Wait for me."

Click!

The call ended.

Jogo tossed the Den Den Mushi aside and wolfed down the rest of the food. Once he was full, he lay back in his chair contentedly and rubbed his stomach.

It felt as though his whole body had come back to life.

He picked up the oversized pistol from the table and walked toward Vito.

Vito looked at him and let out a weak laugh.

"Lord Bege... will make you lose... so completely you'll accept it..."

"Enough. Who are you trying to fool?"

Jogo loaded bullets into the magazine one by one right in front of him.

"What kind of person Bege is, do you think I don't know?"

Fair and square?

Did the current head of the Capone Family even have those words in his dictionary?

And accepting defeat completely?

If Bege lost, he would probably die with his eyes wide open.

"I know Bege has set a trap for me on Golden Chrysanthemum Island."

Jogo spoke leisurely.

"Bege also knows I'll definitely see through it."

"But do you know why he's still putting on this act?"

Vito froze and stared blankly at Jogo.

Jogo smiled.

"Because he's afraid. He can't see my limits, and he can't find a way to deal with me. He's afraid that if I keep growing, I'll become a colossal monster the Capone Family would fear even to look at."

"By then, I definitely won't spare the Capone Family. After all, we've been locked in a fight to the death for a long time."

"So, he wants to seize this opportunity and gamble the entire Capone Family. He'll use every means possible, and even if it brings irreparable losses to the Capone Family, he'll still make sure to kill me!"

"Believe it or not, he's already sending people to Ohara."

Vito's long tongue hung out as he stared blankly at Jogo.

"You..."

"You want to ask why I agreed to Bege's challenge when I already know all this?"

Jogo aimed the gun at Vito's head, his dark pupils calmly watching him.

"Because before I leave home, I want to clear out all the cockroaches in the house!"

"And why do you think I'm not already a colossal monster you can't afford to provoke?"

"Any last words?"

Vito's eyes widened, and he suddenly began struggling.

"Lord Bege will definitely kill—"

Bang!

Half of Vito's head was splattered evenly across the wall.

"You're about to die, and you're still making wishes!"

Jogo pushed open the door and walked out.

Not long after, a blazing fire erupted from the Capone Family contact point.

Yet no one noticed.

Today, everyone in the underworld slept peacefully.

Golden Chrysanthemum Island.

After Bege hung up, his face immediately returned to calm.

He sat on the sofa, quietly reading the newspaper as he puffed on his cigar.

"Fair and square?"

Heh heh~

Only coldness and resolve gradually remained in his eyes.

"Jogo, you've become the Capone Family's greatest stumbling block!"

"We can negotiate with the Marines, but you..."

"If you don't die, the Capone Family has no future!"

"Even if I have to pay the price, I will kill you!"

"The Capone Family will never decline under my command!"

Bege picked up the Den Den Mushi and began making calls.

One after another.

Orders were sent to different islands, then turned into hundreds and thousands more, flowing to the gangs on those islands.

Thus, as dawn gradually broke, the colossal entity hidden in the shadows of the entire West Blue began to rumble into motion.

By the time crisp birdsong drifted in from outside the window, only two slips of paper bearing numbers remained before Bege.

He looked at them for a long time, then picked up the one on the left and dialed it.

Burururu~ Burururu~

"Happo Navy? Have you considered my previous proposal?"

"You really don't need my help? Things are already quite bad, aren't they? If you keep dragging this out, it'll only get uglier!"

"Let's negotiate. The Capone Family can serve as intermediary, and the terms are the same as before."

"Don't say the Capone Family lacks sincerity. Tell Chinjao that in the Flower Country's next foreign war, we'll stand with the Happo Navy.

"Of course, since I'm paying such a great price, I have one condition to add..."

"Help me kill someone!"

"Not a Marine. That guy is the very culprit behind your pillar being captured..."

The call ended after a long while.

Bege exhaled a long stream of smoke. A hint of hysteria appeared on his face as he immediately dialed another number.

"Is this Rear Admiral Stainless? This is still about the negotiations..."

"Hahaha, you won't associate with evil?"

"Are you trying to force the Capone Family entirely into the Happo Navy's camp?"

"The West Blue needs peace, doesn't it?"

"The terms are the same as last time. Stop targeting the Capone Family, and if you agree, the Capone Family can provide the Marines with intelligence on the other four families."

"I'm crazy? Perhaps. But I have a condition to add as well... The Marines, especially you, must help the Capone Family kill someone."

"Don't get worked up~ Don't get worked up~ Rear Admiral Stainless, he definitely isn't a good person. He's an evil Historian..."

Amid the fierce back-and-forth struggle, Golden Chrysanthemum Island seemed to turn into a whirlpool, spinning faster and faster as it dragged the West Blue's greatest powers toward its center.