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The second underground level housed Piekro's torture chamber, armory, and the living quarters of his core personal guard.

At this moment, the entire second level had fully entered combat readiness. Blood Jaw, captain of the personal guard, had set an inescapable net at the passageway entrance with dozens of elite assassins.

Blood Jaw was a half-Fish-Man, half-human hybrid. He had inherited the Fish-Men's formidable physique and terrifying bite force. He earned the nickname "Blood Jaw" by biting through a Marine colonel's skull in one bite.

No one knew his real name. He had been abandoned by his parents from the moment he was born.

His mixed blood made him unwelcome on Fish-Man Street, while the human world treated him like a pariah. With nowhere else to go, he ultimately hid in the sunless Underworld.

Back when Piekro had still been building his forces, he had taken a liking to Blood Jaw's ruthlessness and potential, gradually cultivating him into his right-hand man.

Out of gratitude for that recognition, Blood Jaw abandoned his real name and lived under this Underworld nickname, becoming Piekro's sharpest blade.

At that moment, his entire body was covered in Armament Haki. His eyes were locked tightly on the stairway, while his bared fangs gleamed with an icy chill.

The instant Hawkins's figure slowly entered his field of vision, Blood Jaw stomped the floor beneath his feet to pieces.

"Intruder, this is as far as you go! I will never let you take another step forward!"

With a beastlike roar, he lunged from where he stood like a starving tiger pouncing on prey. He moved so quickly that an afterimage remained behind. Opening his bloodthirsty maw, he charged at Hawkins's neck, his fangs blackened like iron by Armament Haki.

The personal guard behind him followed close after, launching