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In truth, even setting aside their bizarre abilities, those sisters were anything but delicate flowers-at some point in the future, Sugar had precisely taken down an entire squad of Tontatta warriors skilled in concealment, and she had not relied on magic.
"Behehe... You can find gold even in a scrap heap."
Trebol spread his hands. "Then keep them."
He had never really intended to kill all these refugees anyway.
He was merely venting his frustration while giving a warning to the increasingly restless officer left in charge.
"Back to the manor."
Doffy turned, his leather heels clicking against the stone pavement.
The group swept through the streets toward the building halfway up the hill.
The clock's hand crept forward one mark.
"So, the 'Steel Devil'?"
In the hall, some leaned against sofas, while others sat directly on the carpet.
Bolkin stood at **, his back perfectly straight.
"Yes.
"That fellow is ruthless. He's gathered a band of desperate men and is nibbling away at our territory.
"The Vinsmoke Family is busy fighting someone else's war right now and can't spare the manpower..."
"We've been building up our own forces over the past few years."
Wesker adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and took over.
One managed the books, the other the weapons, guarding the businesses the Family had left in the North Blue. "We can't keep relying on others-besides, word of the Family's reputation on the Grand Line reached here long ago."
Once the two men kneeling on one knee had finished speaking, Rossi merely waved a hand casually.
"Forget it."
His gaze passed over them and settled on the tiny figure holding a tea tray nearby. "In light of this 'unexpected acquisition.'"
She was a girl of about four or five, dressed in black and white.
Her thick black