Wano Country.
The depths of Onigashima.
Inside the vast hall, the atmosphere was stiflingly oppressive.
Urgent reports that had just arrived were placed before Kaido one after another.
"Contact with the third arms route has been lost!"
"Fire Sickle Port has been occupied by the Marines!"
"All three secret warehouses in the north have been destroyed. Not a single guard made it back!"
"The remaining transport fleets refuse to enter the cleared waters. They demand triple the payment, or they will terminate cooperation immediately!"
The pirate responsible for reporting knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold floor, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
Kaido said nothing.
He sat at the highest point of the hall, his massive body shrouded in shadow, a huge sake bowl still in his hand.
On the map before him, the arms routes that had once densely covered the outskirts of the New World had gone dark by a full thirty percent.
Those routes were not merely used to transport weapons.
Steel, gunpowder, Seastone ore, food, medicine, and every supply the Beasts Pirates needed to sustain their expansion all depended on these channels hidden within the Underworld.
Now, thirty percent of the routes had been severed at once.
It seemed as though Onigashima itself had not been harmed.
But in truth, the Marines had already slashed straight into the Beasts Pirates' veins.
"Crack."
The sake bowl in Kaido's hand suddenly shattered.
Liquor ran down his thick fingers, while the fragments were slowly crushed into powder in his palm.
"Doflamingo..."
His deep voice echoed through the hall.
All the surrounding officers lowered their heads. No one dared speak at a time like this.
Kaido could naturally see it.
No matter how strong the Marines were, they could not possibly locate so many arms ports and underground