North Blue.
Rubeck Island.
The sky hung low, dark and desolate.
Bang bang bang...
Boom boom...
Gunfire and explosions echoed throughout the town as hundreds clashed violently in the streets.
Civilians scread in terror, scattering in all directions. Cries and sobs filled the air.
Buildings crumbled under the relentless shelling, bursting into towering flas.
Fiery wings of destruction licked at the heavens, painting the sky red.
"Damn Donquixote Family!! Rubeck Island is Fells Family territory!!"
"You've crossed the line!!"
A man in a newsboy cap and black trench coat shouted furiously as he slashed a pirate's throat, blood splattering across his face. His once-white shirt was soaked red as he glared at the blond kid nearby with bloodshot eyes.
The boy looked only eleven or twelve, standing barely 140 centiters tall. He wore sunglasses, a white button-up, and cropped pants.
Despite his young age, his face bore a twisted grin so crazed and cruel that even the seasoned cri boss trembled.
Donquixote Doflamingo.
No one knew where this ruthless brat had co from, but his thods were cold-blooded and vicious.
With sheer strength and a growing army, the Donquixote Family had stord into the North Blue, wiping out several local mafia clans and seizing their territories at a terrifying pace.
"Hehhahaha..."
Doflamingo burst into laughter, clutching his stomach as if Fells' words were the funniest thing he'd ever heard. His underlings chuckled as well:
Trebol, sli-covered and sniffling, twirled his cane.
Pica, a hulking musclebound figure, stood like a tower.
Diamante, painted in wild tribal colors, grinned behind his war paint.
Vergo, with a slice of steak still stuck to his cheek, remained unreadable.
"Crossed the line?"
Doflamingo sneered theatrically, spreading his arms wide.
"No, no, no. I haven't crossed any line."
Fells looked around at his fallen comrades and grew desperate.
The Donquixote Family had grown too strong—more n, better weapons. If this continued, his entire family would be wiped out within minutes.
Gripping his bloodied blade tightly, he gritted his teeth and shouted:
"Territory boundaries are sacred! Stability between families depends on it! That's the rule of the North Blue!"
Doflamingo chuckled darkly.
"No, you still don't get it."
"Rules? They're just chains the strong slap on the weak. Cages for the helpless, the diocre, the trash."
"I didn't cross any line..."
He licked his cracked lips, raised his arms, and roared:
"Because the entire North Blue belongs to !!"
"Your so-called rules? They an nothing to , Donquixote Doflamingo!!"
His n howled with laughter and bloodlust, surging forward with rifles, axes, swords. Like wild beasts, they descended upon the Fells Family.
Blades clashed. Blood sprayed.
A deep, violent red blood across the once-lively streets.
"Die!!"
Fells roared in fury. He stomped the ground and launched forward, crossing ten ters in a blink.
His blade ca crashing down on the arrogant brat—a killing blow ant to cleave his skull in two.
But just as the blade neared its mark, Fells' pupils shrank in horror.
He saw their faces.
Doflamingo, Trebol, Pica, Diamante, Vergo—they were all smiling.
Mocking. Predicting.
Clang!!
Sparks flew. His blade stopped three centiters from Doflamingo's forehead. Frozen in place.
Sothing invisible was holding it back.
The air screeched like grinding steel.
"What... what is this...?"
Fells choked. His heart pounded in dread.
The golden-haired boy looked up at him, that smirk still dancing on his lips.
"Fufufufu... how boring."
Doflamingo chuckled again.
His fingers twitched.
Fells' eyes widened.
A slicing sound split the air.
An unseen blade tore open his chest, blood erupting like a geyser.
Shhhk!
Hot crimson sprayed across Doflamingo's face, painting him like a devil incarnate.
Fells collapsed, his skin pale as death. Blood pooled beneath him.
"You... crossed the line... Darren... the Marines... they won't let you get away with this..."
A twisted shadow lood over him.
Doflamingo laughed coldly.
"The Marines?"
He looked down at the fallen mafia boss.
"I look forward to it."
He raised his foot.
Crunch!
Fells' skull burst like a lon.
Red and white mixed into a grotesque sar.
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To be continued...
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