"Don't! Ow, ow, that hurts!"
The men pinned Disco to the ground and beat him without another word!
"Stop hitting me! Have mercy!"
Disco had lived comfortably for years. He might have been a nobody, but on the Sabaody Archipelago, he had some standing. He could even speak to the Celestial Dragons.
Now he had been thrown out of the Auction House and beaten until his ribs broke. In the end, he knelt, kowtowed, groveled, and said every flattering thing he could think of. Somehow, he escaped with his life.
When the guards learned he did not have a penny on him, they gave him another beating, cursed him, and left. Disco struggled to his feet and looked back at the Auction House where he had once called the shots. Gritting his teeth, he swore to himself, Just you wait. This isn't over.
"Ow..."
Disco grimaced and groaned as he limped away from the Auction House. He went first to Yarukiman Mangrove Number 8 to ask Pitman for help.
"Well, well. Isn't that my old friend Disco? What happened to you?"
Pete almost failed to recognize him. Disco had lost his hat, and his clothes were filthy. His hair hung loose, his body was covered in bloody marks, and he walked with a limp. Two of his front teeth had been knocked out. Hunched over like that, he was a frightening sight—a stray dog beaten by its master and kicked out of the house.
"Pete, you have to help me. Something terrible's happened. That Shichibukai, Ye Chen, took over my Auction House."
Disco had barely finished half his sentence when Pitman exclaimed, "Ye Chen? The Ye Chen who killed Celestial Dragons?"
Pete's face twitched. The name Ye Chen was far more frightening than Doflamingo's. Who else in the world dared