I Have a Question!

The Wild Dog Gang's boss was named Wild Dog.

Jogo followed Wild Dog through the bustling main streets and turned into deserted alleys.

The gang members leading the way swaggered along, rudely shoving every pedestrian blocking Wild Dog's path to the ground, then cursing at them and spitting on them.

Jogo was in charge of the cursing.

Wild Dog said he liked Jogo's little mouth. He could insult people without using profanity, with such refined sleaze.

He also said that after the meeting, he would give Jogo some private instruction that evening, teaching him how to become a qualified gang member. He told Jogo to come to his bedroom that night...

In short, after walking for nearly an hour, the group finally reached their destination.

—Sunflower Night!

Five flamboyant characters were written on the sign outside the luxurious dance club.

Once Wild Dog arrived, he completely shed his arrogant swagger from the road. His chest, which had been puffed out at a twenty-degree angle, suddenly hunched over as he gestured to the side.

His subordinate immediately handed him a white envelope and a pack of expensive cigarettes.

With a fawning grin, Wild Dog lit a cigarette for the man standing at the club entrance, dressed in a white suit and a Homburg hat. He casually slipped the envelope and cigarette pack into the man's hand.

"Long time no see, big brother."

"This is just a small token of my respect."

The envelope contained half of the Wild Dog Gang's income for the month.

Anyone who wanted to operate under the Capone Family's banner had to pay this sum every month.

The man smacked his lips around the cigarette, weighed the envelope in his hand, glanced at Wild Dog, and pocketed both the envelope and the cigarettes.

"Wild Dog, you came early. Go on in."

Wild Dog hurriedly nodded, gestured to his underlings, and led them into the dance club.

The club was spacious. Though it was not yet open for business, all the lights were already on, and quite a few people had taken seats around the place.

The moment he entered, Wild Dog returned to his arrogant manner and led his men to claim a sofa near the front.

One of the underlings stopped Jogo as he naturally tried to sit down and shot him a glare.

Was that seat for you? And you just sat down?

After Wild Dog sprawled across the sofa, with red wine and cigarettes handed to him, the underlings around him folded their arms and began glaring blankly at the surrounding gangs.

Jogo shrugged and could only glare blankly along with them.

Gradually, more and more gangs entered the club.

Conflicts began to arise.

At first, they were only verbal disputes.

The gangs that had arrived late and found no seats loitered around with a hooligan air.

Seven or eight pairs of eyes swept around maliciously, like some legendary trainer battle. The moment their gazes met, threats immediately started flying.

Face to face, spraying spit at one another, four massive pecs pressed together so hard they were practically sparking.

Later, no one knew who started it, but a bottle flew through the air and smashed into a gang boss's head.

Thus began this season's grand dance-club brawl.

The bosses led from the front, rolling up their sleeves and stepping over sofas to settle scores and grudges.

What began as small-scale clashes rapidly swept through the entire club.

Everyone threw punches and kicks, trading blow for blow. Bottles flew everywhere, howls rang out, and no matter whose gang you belonged to, you got beaten first and asked questions later!

Jogo took the chance to kick Wild Dog twice as well.

Just as the chaos intensified.

Bang!

The club's inner door was suddenly kicked open with brutal force.

A massive figure over three meters tall strode out from inside.

A black vest, a dark green cloak, and a distinctive ring of purple beard.

No one in the West Blue underworld would fail to recognize that outfit.

—One of the Capone Family's peak fighters, the combat captain, Gotti!

Gotti was expressionless and silent.

His thick left hand gripped an iron chain, while the heavy triple-barreled machine gun mounted on his right arm reflected a cold gleam. His eyes swept icily across everyone in the club.

The club instantly fell silent.

Wherever his gaze landed, even if someone's fist was already stuffed in another person's mouth, the conflict immediately stopped.

The mafiosos, who had been unruly just a moment ago, obediently sat down like chicks under Gotti's gaze, flattering smiles on their faces.

The club rang with cries of "Big Brother!"

"Is Gotti really that respected?" Jogo quietly asked the thug beside him.

Jogo's shoeprint was still on the thug's face as he replied in a low voice, "What do you know?"

"The Capone Family is one of the Five Great Mafia Families of the West Blue! Calling them the five kings of the West Blue underworld wouldn't be an exaggeration!"

"Even the kings of those little countries don't dare speak loudly when they see Lord Gotti. They even have to pay protection money!"

"The Marines don't do anything about that?" Jogo raised an eyebrow.

Protection money, also known as miniature Heavenly Tribute.

They were competing with the World Government for business!

Could those Celestial Dragon immortals really tolerate that?

A cough came from nearby. Someone's throat seemed to be caught, but the two men talking so enthusiastically paid no attention.

"How would they deal with it?" the thug sneered disdainfully.

"Do you think the 23 million Beli bounty on Lord Gotti's head was bought?"

"He earned it fighting the Marines! Impressive, right?"

Jogo nodded. "Not ending up in prison is pretty badass indeed! Could he beat Garp?"

"I'd say definitely."

"I doubt it..."

"Cough cough cough cough cough!!!"

The violent coughing interrupted the two men's in-person cricket fight.

Jogo turned his head and discovered that everyone in the club, Gotti included, was looking at him and the thug.

The boss's gaze had already swept over them, yet they were still yapping away.

Were they trying to disrespect the boss?

Wild Dog, coughing so hard it looked like smoke would come out of his throat, had a face twisted nearly beyond recognition.

If the occasion had not been wrong, it looked like he would have pounced on Jogo and bitten him.

Gotti's cold voice came over. "Who are you?"

Jogo puffed out his chest and proudly said, "Wild Dog Gang, Qiao Yi!"

At once, every gaze in the hall focused on Wild Dog.

Wild Dog's face turned green, then purple. Hunched over, he said, "Big Brother Gotti... he, he's new... new... He doesn't know the rules."

Gotti did not pursue the matter. He snorted, dragged over a chair, sat down carelessly, and began the meeting.

"Some of you already know the news. The Capone Family will be launching a major operation..."

Wild Dog turned around and glared viciously at Jogo, his teeth grinding audibly. His full emotions were conveyed directly to Jogo through his eyes—Once we get outside, you're dead!

Jogo did not care. He was concentrating on listening to the leader speak.

The more he heard, the deeper his frown became.

What did he mean Bege had already begun gathering his subordinates?

What did he mean the Capone Family head had ordered them to prepare to wipe out Ohara in one blow?

What did he mean no mercy, no compromise—kill every historian?

"Hey, old man, don't tell me you accounted for this situation too."

Ignoring the vicious stares from the nearby mafiosos, Jogo grabbed a handful of the snacks meant for Wild Dog to calm himself down.

So the first major thing he did after reincarnating was not dealing with the Marines' Buster Call, but bringing a mafia Buster Call down on Ohara first?

Could this possibly work?

Gotti continued his impassioned speech.

"...Want to become a member of the Capone Family? Bring us the heads of historians. This is an opportunity for every one of you!"

Yeah!!! xN

The club erupted in cheers.

"...Every person will be rewarded, and everything you seize will belong to you personally!"

Roar!!!! xN

The mafiosos were practically losing their minds with excitement!

Gotti looked at the scene with satisfaction, knowing he had successfully fooled these cannon fodder. Spreading his arms, he shouted, "Listen carefully. Gather at the docks in three days. Any questions?"

"No!!!" xN

The Capone Family was willing to let lackeys like them take part in something this big. Everyone was so excited they could practically cry!

They could never repay the Capone Family's kindness!

"I have a question!"

At that moment, a calm and powerful voice suddenly rang out, cutting through everyone's excitement.

Over a hundred gazes shot toward the source of the voice.

When they saw Jogo's face, everyone froze.

Why was it this brat again?

The boss was merely being polite, and he actually dared to ask?

Was he trying to ruin the mood?

But soon, some clever people caught on.

"Hiss—something's wrong!"

"Why does this feel so familiar?"

Gradually, meaningful gazes turned toward Wild Dog, whose face had gone pale.

They were all experienced hands. They knew what it meant when an underling stepped forward over his boss's head during a meeting like this.

It was nothing more than the boss having certain words he could not say directly, requiring an underling who "knew nothing" to convey them instead.

That way, even if it made people unhappy afterward, they could merely scold the underling for being ignorant, without harming the boss's dignity.

It was a common trick in mafia meetings.

"No wonder he brought a newcomer to the meeting."

"Nice! So he'd planned this all along!"

Everyone showed looks of sudden realization, and the way they looked at Wild Dog immediately gained a measure of respect.

"To dare pull a stunt like this in front of Lord Gotti, who has a fiery temper and kills at the drop of a hat..."

"I never would have guessed it. You, Wild Dog, usually bully the weak and fear the strong, but you actually have a brave side!"