Rayleigh and Shakky exchanged a glance, both seeing the complexity in each other's eyes.
With the division of labor finalized, Rayleigh suddenly spoke up.
Roy, Shakky and I won't be going to Mary Geoise with you.
Leave the support, cover, and cleanup to us in Sabaody.
"I'll handle the navy's patrol ships and intelligence network. I guarantee you won't be stuck in Sabaody when you evacuate."
Roy glanced at Rayleigh, understanding that while the Pluton was unwilling to directly confront the World Government, he had still genuinely extended this favor. He nodded slightly.
"Thank you, Mr. Rayleigh."
Shakky put down her wine glass and chuckled softly.
Don't thank me too soon.
Having caused such a huge disaster, Sabaody will probably be turned upside down by the Navy afterwards.
You'd better get out of here cleanly and don't cause me any trouble.
With everything in place, the atmosphere in the bar suddenly turned tense.
A legend of the old era, a ruthless figure of the New World, a leader of the Revolutionary Army, a hero of the Fish-Man.
Driven by their own purposes, they forged a bloody alliance in this unassuming little bar, an alliance that would shake the world.
There were no vows, no formalities, only an unspoken understanding and utter contempt for the World Government.
Roy glanced at the time; the night was deep, the perfect time to infiltrate.
"Set off."
At the command, everyone rose to their feet, their figures disappearing into the night.
Golden Lion activated the Float-Float Fruit, silently lifting everyone off the ground.
Avoiding the naval patrols and pirate spies of Sabaody, they flew towards the Red Line.
Fisher Tiger gazed toward the Red Line, his clenched fists cracking, his eyes burning with a yearning for freedom.
Roy looked up at the sacred site that stood atop the world, a cold glint flashing in his dark eyes.
Mary Geoise, the Celestial Dragons ' paradise, the slaves' hell.
Tonight, this land shrouded in divine authority will be swept by an unprecedented storm.
The fangs of the old era, the sharp edges of the new, will together tear apart the hypocritical mask of the World Government.
Let the roar of freedom and the storm of plunder sweep across this lofty holy land.
The buoyancy of the Float-Float Fruit carried everyone through the crevices of the Red Line's rocks.
It slowly ascends along the steep cliff face, eventually landing silently on the tree-lined avenue on the outskirts of Mary Geoise.
Underfoot is a pristine white marble pavement, flanked by neatly trimmed, precious flowers and trees.
The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, yet mingled with a faint, almost imperceptible, stench of blood and slavery.
This is the center of the world, the pinnacle of power, a sacred place revered by countless people.
But it also hides the darkest and dirtiest secrets.
Roy raised his hand, signaling everyone to lower their bodies and hold their breath.
The power of the Telekinesis Fruit quietly unfolded, like an invisible net covering an area of a thousand meters, probing the location of every sentry and guard.
"Three hundred meters ahead, there are two CP0 sentries, one on the left flowerbed and the other behind the right streetlight."
Roy's voice was low, reaching everyone's ears.
The Golden Lion's lips curled into a sinister smile, and he was about to make a move when Roy stopped him with a look.
"Sneak in, don't reveal yourselves. Proceed according to plan, split up."
Everyone nodded.
They moved like ghosts along the tree-lined avenues, evading the patrolling Celestial Dragons' guards.
Following the route Fisher Tiger remembered, they made their way towards their respective target areas.
The liberation group turned left and headed straight for the slave prison;
The restraining group headed towards the central square, preparing to create chaos;
The raiding group quietly advanced towards the Celestial Dragons' mansion complex.
Kaido's figure transformed into a black shadow, soaring straight into the sky and disappearing into the thick clouds.
Once the signal sounds, it will transform into a blue dragon and tear apart the sky of this sacred land.
Under the cover of night, Mary Geoise remained immersed in a false tranquility and luxury.
The Celestial Dragons were indulging in revelry in the mansion, while the guards were drowsy.
Unbeknownst to anyone, a storm powerful enough to overturn the world's understanding of reality had already quietly descended.
Roy stood in the shadow of a luxurious mansion, gazing at the brightly lit Celestial Dragons palace in the distance.
A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.
The real show is just beginning.
Roy and his group crouched low, moving close to the shadows of the marble building.
Roy's Telekinesis extended outwards like a fine spider web, accurately transmitting the locations of CP0 sentries, naval patrols, and Celestial Dragons' guards along the way into his mind.
Each step was taken in a blind spot, and breathing and gait were perfectly synchronized, without making a sound.
They moved like ghosts across this vile land of power.
Fisher Tiger followed behind the group, his red Fish-Man body taut.
The aura of Fish-Man Karate surged around him, almost bursting out of his body.
His gaze swept over every building and every iron gate along the way, and images of being imprisoned, whipped, and wantonly trampled upon kept flooding back.
His fingernails dug deeply into his palms, drawing blood, but he was completely unaware.
"Stay calm, Fisher Tiger."
Without turning his head, Roy gently placed his Telekinesis on Fisher Tiger's shoulder, suppressing his restless blood and aura.
"If we act now, all our plans will fall apart, and the slaves will die in vain."
What you need to save isn't a momentary rage, but thousands of living lives.
Fisher Tiger shuddered, his tense body slowly relaxing.
The violence in his eyes faded, replaced by extreme forbearance and determination.
He nodded heavily, whispering in a voice only he could hear.
"I know... I've waited too long for this day."
The group had walked less than a hundred meters when suddenly a loud shout and the crisp sound of a whip lashing flesh rang out from ahead.
The silence of the night was broken by the agonizing cries of slaves.
Roy raised his hand to signal everyone to stop.
In an instant, Telekinesis locked onto the scene a hundred meters ahead.
A Celestial Dragons wearing a bubble helmet and a magnificent silk robe was seen relentlessly whipping a female slave who was kneeling and begging for mercy.
The female slave's clothes were soaked with blood, and she huddled on the ground, trembling.
Behind the Celestial Dragons followed a dozen or so guards armed with Fire Pistol and longswords, each with their heads held high and arrogant eyes.
They turned a blind eye to the atrocities before their eyes, even showing mocking smiles.
He is one of the most arrogant and domineering Celestial Dragons in Saint Charlos Mary Geoise.
Fisher Tiger's aura surged once again.
The Fish-Man's unique vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and faint ripples spread across his body as the power of Fish-Man Karate was concentrated in his palm.
He was just one step away from rushing out and tearing that parasite to shreds.
"Don't move!"
Roy whirled around, his eyes sharp as knives, and gripped Fisher Tiger's shoulder tightly.
His Telekinesis acted like steel shackles, firmly locking his movements.
"If we act now, we will all be exposed."
Those thousands of people in the slave prison will be trapped in cages forever because of your momentary impulse!
Saint Charlos seemed to sense the movement in the shadows, squinting his puffy eyes.
He glanced in the direction where Roy and his group were hiding, and snapped impatiently.
"Hello!
Hey you lowly wretch hiding over there! What are you doing, lurking around like that? Come out here!
Let me see your shameful state!