Coconut trees surrounded the resort island, bearing abundant fruit, and the sea breeze rustled, causing the large coconut leaves to collide and make a swishing sound.
Bolonga paused, his mouth still on the straw, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he gestured for his female companion to refill his cola. He smiled playfully and said, "Tell me, what is it?"
The Den Den Mushi could mimic the characteristics of the person on the other end. The Den Den Mushi in Bolonga's hand mimicked a person wearing a mask with a fluffy brown hair that resembled a strange sunflower.
Piekro fawned, "A client wants to disrupt a deal."
"Disrupt a deal?"
Bolonga gave a cunning smile, "To come to me, it seems the target is quite formidable, isn't it?"
"Nothing can be hidden from you, as expected."
Piekro gave an embarrassed smile, then his smile vanished, and his expression suddenly became serious: "The target is the World Pirates under Kaido; they plan to conduct an arms deal with the War Without End Kingdom."
The War Without End Kingdom has always been struggling to cope with the hostile Jiaerzburg Kingdom.
The Jiaerzburg Kingdom was well-equipped, trained a large number of child soldiers, launched wars, and plundered surrounding countries.
Compared to adult soldiers, child soldiers were impulsive, irritable, fearless, and had no reverence for life.
More importantly, these child soldiers were indoctrinated from a young age with the idea of not fearing death, making them very easy to control.
"Wald... the World Destroyer?"
Bolonga murmured, his eyes full of disdain: "Let alone Wald, as long as your price is right, dealing with Kaido is not impossible."
Although Bolonga had lost to Rocks, he did not put a mere apprentice crew member from Rocks' ship in his eyes.
What if he defeated Black Arm Zephyr? Who knew what methods he used?
The news publications, after all, liked to rely on exaggeration and hype to attract attention.
Piekro smiled and said, "Three hundred million Berries; this time the client offered three hundred million Berries as a fee."
"Three hundred million Berries?"
Bolonga narrowed his eyes and said, intentionally or unintentionally, "It's worth my effort, but..."
"Piekro, I hate it when people deceive me. Although you are middlemen and taking some commission is expected, the last time a client asked for my help, they offered five hundred million Berries, but you only gave me one hundred million Berries."
Piekro wiped cold sweat: "There must be some misunderstanding. Don't worry, this time our sincerity is very strong, and we have already given the maximum price."
"I doubt you would dare to deceive me again. Don't forget why I used to be called the Man-Eating Shark!"
Bolonga licked his crimson mouth, which was full of sharp, dense teeth.
The female companion pouring cola was so startled that her hand trembled, accidentally spilling some cola on Bolonga's swim trunks.
The female companion's face turned pale with fright, and she quickly used a handkerchief to wipe Bolonga's swim trunks: "I'm sorry, Bo-Bolonga-sama."
Bolonga's eyes suddenly turned cold. The other female companions immediately sensed trouble, but then Bolonga burst into laughter, as if he didn't care at all: "See? Scared you, didn't I?"
The female companion breathed a sigh of relief and forced a smile, "No, no..."
Crack!!
Before she could finish speaking, Bolonga suddenly bit off the female companion's head!
Blood gushed from the headless neck, spraying high into the air!
Bolonga chewed like he was eating an apple, crunching away, and bits of flesh and blood flowed out from between his teeth, staining his swim trunks red.
Ptooey!
Bolonga spat out the blood-stained hair, his face a picture of bloodthirsty pleasure: "Indeed, the flesh and blood of young humans are still delicious."
The remaining female companions stood frozen, their faces etched with shock and fear, staring blankly at the headless body swaying and falling to the ground by the pool.
They were as silent as cicadas in winter.
Someone was so scared she wanted to scream, but a sharp-eyed companion quickly covered her mouth.
Bolonga rose leisurely. His five-meter-tall figure looked like a moving small building.
He put on his jeans and had his subordinates bring him his weapon.
It was a huge ship anchor.
The anchor was pitch black, with a thick chain connected to one end, faintly stained with darkened blood, exuding a chilling aura.
Bolonga slung the anchor diagonally across his back.
"Bolonga, has something happened on your end?" Piekro asked, noticing the abnormality.
Bolonga glanced at the women with a sneer and said, "Nothing happened."
Piekro smiled and said, "Then I wish you great success."
The Den Den Mushi hung up, and Bolonga took the compass handed to him by his subordinate.
After determining the direction, Bolonga walked towards the coast of the resort island and leaped down... Grand Line, War Without End Kingdom.
"Your Majesty, a message has come from Wald. They will enter our territorial waters tomorrow," the minister said.
The King wore a crown, silver strands fell by his temples, and wrinkles covered his forehead.
His eyes were filled with sighs; he was no longer young.
The Jiaerzburg Kingdom had been constantly instigating wars in recent years, and several nearby kingdoms had been successively plundered and forced to pay large amounts of treasure.
Now, only their kingdom was barely holding on, and they were losing more battles than they won on the battlefield; the situation was very grim.
Furthermore, the Jiaerzburg Kingdom had a long-term cooperation with an Underworld arms dealer, reaching an agreement not to sell arms to their kingdom.
Without arms procurement, in a few years, the War Without End Kingdom would be completely annihilated.
At this difficult time, the World Pirates contacted him and his minister, offering a large amount of military equipment for sale at a low price.
The minister reported this to the King, who did not hesitate and immediately agreed to set a time with the World Pirates for negotiations.
The King said in a deep voice, "Tomorrow, let Prince Roux and you negotiate with them. If the arms are fine, purchase them according to the army's size."
Cooperating with pirates was akin to asking a tiger for its skin.
Greed, tyranny, and perfidy were the hallmarks of pirates.
Even though he knew this, he had no choice but to take the risk.
Was there anything more dangerous than the annihilation of a kingdom?
The War Without End Kingdom had a standing army of only five thousand.
Five thousand firearms and hundreds of thousands of bullets, their kingdom could still afford them with its strength.
The next morning, at the port of the War Without End Kingdom.
A pitch-black ship slowly approached the bay. Roux and the minister led a hundred-man army standing on the shore, their expressions tense and anxious.
Cooperating with pirates was a strategy they had never considered before, and the risks involved were beyond their control.
Roux, with his curly brown hair, swallowed, his fingertips white, his body leaning forward and tensed, very uneasy.
"Prince Roux," the minister reminded him in a low voice.
Roux then suddenly woke up, realizing he was too nervous.
The large ship dropped anchor to stabilize itself. Two sailors, one on the left and one on the right, turned the ship's side handles. Amidst the clattering sound of mechanical gears, a gangplank extended from the ship's side, resting on the neatly arranged bricks of the shore dock.
Heavy footsteps sounded, like a death knell from a demon, and the soldiers on the shore couldn't help but feel their hearts pound rapidly.
Wald, wearing a Viking helmet, slowly came to the gangplank.
He narrowed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips, trying his best to appear amiable and approachable.
However, this expression, in the eyes of Roux and the soldiers, looked like a demon revealing its bloodthirsty fangs, staring at them greedily.
Everyone was startled, drew a sharp breath, and involuntarily took a step back at the same time.