Kill Them

There was a slave arena in the residential area of Mary Geoise, which served as a pastime for the Celestial Dragons.

"Saint Sanming threw his female slaves into the arena?" The Gorosei received this report and were quite surprised.

"Yes, and their combat record is also quite good," the agent reported.

"Heh, just playing around," the Gorosei smiled faintly.

The Gorgon Sisters—this was the codename of the Boa Sisters in the arena.

When the name first appeared, it did not receive much attention. They were merely two snake princesses and a young girl wearing a spiked helmet and armor, which did not stand out much in an arena filled with numerous Devil Fruit slaves. Yet after a few matches, it became entirely different.

A cheer erupted in the arena: "Gorgons! Gorgons!"

Another large group of Celestial Dragons shouted: "Kill them! Kill them! Saint Sanming's bitches!"

Amidst an overwhelming wave of Haki, Marigold swung her huge snake tail, sweeping away groups of opponents all at once. Sandersonia spat venom, bringing down mountain-sized tall opponents in an instant with a trail of afterimages.

"Perfume Femur!" Hancock kicked an opponent covered in iron armor and holding a shield, embedding him into the wall like a cannonball. The bulletproof shield shattered directly into countless fragments, falling endlessly like raindrops.

Countless people were stunned by this brutal kick, finding it hard to imagine that such slender, beautiful legs could possess such terrifying power. In particular, the young girl's head was locked tight by a spiked helmet, meaning her field of vision should have been extremely narrow.

Deep in the hearts of many Celestial Dragons lingered the stunning sensation of having been petrified the last time, and many more felt that even while wearing a terrifying spiked helmet, it was hard to conceal Hancock's outstanding demeanor. Moreover, strangely enough, though they held hatred toward Saint Sanming, they could not hate Hancock.

"Saint Sanming's gladiators have achieved ten consecutive victories!" The host shouted excitedly into the microphone, and many large, amplifying Den Den Mushi spread the broadcast sound to every corner of the stands.

Even though many entering gladiators possessed Devil Fruit abilities, still no one could rival the combined strength of the Gorgon Sisters.

"Wahahaha!" Miming stood on the railing of the VIP box, striking an immensely arrogant pose. "I won again, thank you all!"

A crowd of maddened Celestial Dragons threw their chips onto the ground, shouting in frustration.

Someone laughed heartily: "It was obvious the Gorgon Sisters would win, yet you still bet. Isn't this just sending money to Miming?"

"I'd rather die than bet on Saint Sanming to win!" Many people shouted with red eyes. Having previously been petrified, everyone had paid one hundred million to lift the petrification, and now they had lost around another hundred million in the arena's betting pool. This was basically just continuously sending money to Miming.

"We won't get this grievance out of our systems unless we beat them to death!"

"Whose family still has a slave who can fight? Hurry and borrow them!"

"Alright, Shalria is here! Saint Charlos and Saint Charmak! We cannot let Miming continue to run wild!"

As an eight-meter-tall giant slave mount wearing a captain's coat and a pirate hat crawled over, a cheer erupted from the stands: "Rosward is here!"

A parasol was jammed directly into the flesh of the slave's shoulder on the back of the slave mount. The giant captain crawled on while enduring excruciating pain, as obedient as a dog. Meanwhile, Rosward and Shalria sat together on the spacious slave's back with proud expressions.

Shalria said to Rosward, "Father, we must thoroughly vent this terrible anger today!"

Rosward laughed heartily, "Rest assured, I have already bought the fiercest gladiators. Those old fogies hit me hard, costing a full five billion Berries. But as long as we can vent this anger, we might even win it back."

"Will it work, Father?" Shalria was still rather uneasy. "I want those three female slaves to die!"

"These are gladiators worth five billion! Undefeated!" Rosward laughed. "They were once fierce pirates, major criminals who killed over a thousand people, with a bounty of one hundred and fifty million on their wanted poster!"

"I also found a formidable character. A criminal who was once a mafia boss, heh." Saint Charmak walked over, making a guarantee to Shalria.

"Will it work?"

"Exceptionally capable at fighting, and furthermore, the woman he loves is in my hands." Saint Charmak wore a smug expression, dangling a golden high-heeled sandal and swinging it back and forth on his finger. "For this, that brat will do anything. He's vicious and cruel in a way that I love. This is my absolute favorite miracle boy!"

"So filthy! Don't come over!"

"Relax, it's been disinfected." Saint Charmak swung the shoe, making it spin around his finger with a look of infatuation.

"Very well, then we have three people." Rosward climbed down from the slave's back, seated himself properly in the VIP box, and pointed at his mount slave, "Bring him in."

The arena director brought people over, paying his respects to Rosward. He wore the same Celestial Dragon topknot and brought two CP0 agents as bodyguards.

"So, are you all initiating a three-on-three challenge?" The director gave special instructions to Shalria: "You must be made aware beforehand that only Miming can decide the life or death of the Gorgon Sisters."

This meant that according to the agreement between Miming and the arena, even if the Gorgon Sisters were defeated, they could not be killed; otherwise, compensation would have to be paid. Furthermore, the insurance policy Miming had taken out for the Gorgon Sisters was as high as ten billion Berries! If the Gorgon Sisters died, the opponents and the arena would have to pay a combined ten billion in compensation!

"How can that be?" Shalria cried out, "Father, I want those three slaves to die!"

"Then you must negotiate terms with Miming." The director was well aware of the relationship between them, being both relatives and holding grudges. Since they could not make a direct move, they had no choice but to vent their spite through slave gladiatorial combat. He somehow felt that Miming throwing the Gorgon Sisters into the arena was precisely waiting for them to come.

Soon, Miming appeared before them with a casual and carefree air.

"I heard you want to change this to a deathmatch?" Miming looked at the challenge letter handed over. "Oh, Captain Dais, the mafia's Gild Tesoro, and the former pirate crew captain with a one hundred and fifty million bounty, Snowman Butcher Machio?"

"Not bad." Shalria turned red in the face with anger the moment she saw Miming. "I want those three bitches to die!"

"It's not out of the question. They seem like suitable opponents." Miming was unexpectedly easy to talk to. "However, we naturally have to add a wager, between the two of us."

"Straightforward, kid," Rosward said. "Name your price. You won't try to fleece us, will you?"

"Of course not, we're family!" Miming laughed. "If we lose, the slaves will belong to the other side to dispose of."

"Agreed!"

"Hey, hold on." Miming gazed at the shoe Saint Charmak was dangling. "Saint Charmak, I have no interest in your mafia. Good at using firearms? Not even a Devil Fruit user, completely worthless. What's the deal with that shoe of yours?"