"Looks like I'll have to buy a new slave at the next auction."
Charlos Saint snorted coldly, snot dripping from his nose.
"Speaking of auctions, the next slave auction will be held soon on Island No. 1, Charlos Saint," said a black-clad bodyguard wearing sunglasses, speaking respectfully.
"Oh? Is that so? Then we'd better head there immediately. Don't want to miss a single slave. This time, I'll make sure to buy a stronger one."
"Move it, you useless thing! Stop dawdling, do you want me to miss the auction?!"
Charlos Saint's face twisted into a cruel scowl. He kicked the slave's head viciously, forcing him to hurry.
Just then, two doctors, faces filled with anxiety, rushed past carrying a stretcher.
"Hey! What are you idiots doing? Why aren't you stopping?!"
"You lowly humans dare to keep running without kneeling?! How dare you act so casually!"
Charlos Saint's expression darkened instantly; rage boiled over.
"Forgive me, Lord Charlos Saint, but this patient is severely injured. Any delay could cost his life! Please, allow us to take him to the hospital first!"
The doctors knelt, begging desperately.
"Oh? Severely injured, about to die? And what does that have to do with me?"
"Do you not know which matters more—the life of a mere peasant, or proper respect for me?!"
Charlos Saint raised his pistol, aiming it at the bloodied patient on the stretcher.
"If you're about to die anyway, let me give you a quick release."
A grim smile crossed Charlos Saint's face as he prepared to fire.
"What a nauseating stench… it makes me want to vomit."
At that moment, a light, effortless voice cut through the tension.
Everyone turned to see Yunan, strolling calmly down the empty street toward Charlos Saint.
"Who is this man?! Is he insane, walking without kneeling?!"
"This fool… doesn't he know that's a Celestial Dragon?!"
"Don't interfere! Lower your head! He's asking for death!"
The onlookers were stunned. Never before had they seen someone approach a Celestial Dragon so boldly. It was sheer suicide.
"Hey! You bastard, didn't you see me? Or are you blind?"
Charlos Saint's face turned beet red, snot dangling from his nose. In all his years, he had never encountered such an audacious human.
Raising his pistol, he aimed directly at Yunan.
"A lowly human dares to walk without kneeling—asking for death!"
"Celestial Dragon… what a truly disgusting title," Yunan muttered coldly.
"Just looking at your pig-like face makes me sick."
With a snort, Yunan instantly unleashed a violent surge of chakra centered on himself.
"BOOM!!!"
A shockwave of chakra surged forward, slamming Charlos Saint into a massive tree behind him.
Before he could even react, Charlos Saint lost consciousness.
...
Silence. The entire island seemed to have swallowed a Silence Fruit…
So quiet that even breathing could be heard.
"Charlos Saint! Charlos Saint, are you alright? Don't scare me like that!"
The black-clad bodyguard, realizing what had happened, sprinted toward him frantically.
If anything happened to a Celestial Dragon, he knew he wouldn't survive.
"Hey! Who is that bastard?! Has he gone mad, actually attacking a Celestial Dragon?!"
"Doesn't he know that attacking a Celestial Dragon would draw a Marine Admiral?!"
Nearby, the Supernovas—Eustass Kid, Trafalgar Law, and others—stood frozen, shocked by Yunan's audacity.
Although pirates by nature—reckless, overbearing, and unwilling to bow to anyone—they still dared not act rashly in front of a Celestial Dragon. If an Admiral intervened, none of them could withstand it.
This was a critical moment, preparing their ships to enter the New World. Drawing an Admiral here would be suicide.
"Hey, hurry up and take him away! Why are you just standing there?"
Yunan's voice cut through the frozen moment, addressing the dazed doctors.
"Oh, right… quickly! Take the injured man to the hospital!"
The doctors snapped back to reality, lifting the patient onto a stretcher and rushing him away.
"Disgusting Celestial Dragons… touching them even dirtied my hands," Yunan muttered, disgusted.
"The air around here smells foul too."
With a nonchalant stride, he continued down the shopping street, as if sending a Celestial Dragon flying were no more effort than swatting a fly.