One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

The auction proceeded quickly.

Jewelry, antiques, weapons, Devil Fruits... one item after another was brought to the auction stage, and one after another was sold off.

The bidding from the audience rose and fell, and the atmosphere grew increasingly heated.

But Roy noticed that Charles Saint, who was sitting in the front row, never raised a sign once.

Those treasures that are priceless in the eyes of ordinary people are not worth mentioning at all in his eyes.

He came here today with only one goal—the mermaid.

Finally, the host struck the gavel.

"Distinguished guests, thank you for your enthusiastic participation."

His smile grew even brighter.

"Next up is the part everyone's been waiting for—"

"Living rare specimens up for auction!"

The atmosphere in the audience instantly became electric.

The eyes of the nobles and wealthy merchants lit up.

Even the pirates showed greedy expressions.

The host was very satisfied with the result.

He snapped his fingers again.

The floor in the center of the stage slowly opened, and a huge golden cage rose from the ground.

Inside the cage, locked up was the blue-haired mermaid girl.

Her wrists and ankles were locked in sea stone shackles, her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with fear.

The golden fish tail shimmered softly under the light, breathtakingly beautiful.

A gasp of amazement erupted from the audience.

"A mermaid! It really is a mermaid!"

"What a nice view……"

"If I bought one and kept it in the pool, wow..."

Charles Saint's eyes lit up.

He sat up straight, and for the first time showed an expression of interest.

The host raised his voice: "Ladies and gentlemen! This is our first 'living treasure' today—a pure-blooded mermaid girl from Fishman Island! She's only fourteen years old!"

"Her fishtail glows in the moonlight! Her singing voice can enchant even sea creatures!"

Starting bid—fifty million Berries!

As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the audience raised a sign.

"Fifty-five million!"

"Sixty million!"

"Sixty-five million!"

The bidding was in full swing.

Charles Saint did not rush to make a bid.

He watched leisurely as the "lowly" scrambled for the prize, like a cat toying with its prey.

He slowly raised his hand only when the price had been driven up to 100 million Berries and fewer and fewer people were bidding.

"Five hundred million."

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Five hundred million peles.

It jumped directly from 100 million to 500 million.

The wealthy businessmen who were still gritting their teeth and bidding turned pale instantly.

No one dares to steal anything from the Celestial Dragons.

nobody.

The host grinned from ear to ear: "Five hundred million! Saint Charles has bid five hundred million! Any higher bids?"

The audience was silent.

"Five hundred million once!"

"Five hundred million twice!"

"Five hundred million three times—"

"make a deal!"

The mallet struck.

The mermaid girl belongs to Charles Saint.

Inside the cage, Shirley closed her eyes in despair.

She knew what awaited her.

Slaves of the Celestial Dragons never have a good ending.

Jinbe's fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

His body was trembling slightly, and his eyes were filled with rage.

Roy pressed down on his shoulder.

"Wait a little longer."

His voice was calm.

"It's not over yet."

Next up were the two female warriors from Amazon Lily.

They were raised from the ground and locked in the same golden cages.

His injuries hadn't healed yet, but his eyes remained defiant.

"Everyone! These two are pure-blooded female warriors from Amazon Lily! They are twenty-two and twenty-five years old respectively!"

"They are proficient in Haki and physical combat, their fighting strength is comparable to that of a Navy captain!"

"If I buy it, not only can I use it as a bodyguard, but I can also..."

The host smiled knowingly and didn't continue.

But the men in the audience all understood.

The bidding has started again.

This time, Charles Saint did not make a move.

He wasn't interested in female warriors.

Ultimately, the two Kuja warriors were sold to a masked, obese nobleman for a total price of 120 million Berries.

Grandma Niu's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

The auction is still ongoing.

More "living treasures" were brought up—there were fur warriors, long-armed craftsmen, and dwarf girls...

Each one was priced and sold like a commodity.

Roy remained motionless.

He is waiting.

Wait until the auction ends.

Wait for the buyers to "pick up" the goods in the backend.

At that time, all the slaves would gather together.

Taking action is the easiest way.

Finally, the last item was sold.

The host bowed deeply: "Thank you, distinguished guests! This auction has now come to an end!"

"All successful bidders, please proceed backstage to complete the handover procedures!"

The crowd began to disperse.

Charles Saint stood up, and with his wife and children, escorted by CP agents, walked towards the backstage.

The masked nobleman also stood up and walked impatiently backstage.

Roy finally moved.

He stood up, his psychic field still maintained, enveloping everyone within it.

"Let's go."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

"It's time to close the net."

Yamato gripped his spiked club tightly, his eyes filled with excitement.

Savi clasped his fists together, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Bagesway laughed heartily, his voice low.

Jinbe took a deep breath, his eyes filled with determination.

Grandma Niu leaned on her snake-shaped cane, her face stern.

The three Hancock sisters followed closely behind Roy, their eyes filled with both nervousness and anticipation.

Shanks adjusted his straw hat, a signature smile playing on his lips: "Let's go, let's do something big."

Beckman, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, checked the ammunition in his pistol.

Yasopp carried a sniper rifle, his eyes sharp.

Lucky Rue, gnawing on his meat, mumbled, "It's finally our turn."

Under the cover of Roy's telekinetic field, the group silently passed through the departing crowd and headed backstage.

The backstage corridor was covered with thick carpets and the walls were adorned with valuable oil paintings.

At the end of the corridor was a huge metal door.

Eight fully armed security personnel stood at the entrance.

Roy used his telekinesis to probe out.

All eight people rolled their eyes back and collapsed to the ground.

The lock cylinder of the metal door was gently turned with telekinesis.

Click.

The door opened.

Behind the door was a huge warehouse.

Dozens of golden cages were neatly arranged.

Each cage contains a "living treasure".

Mermaid girl, Nine-Snake Warrior, Mink Warrior, Long-Armed Craftsman, Dwarf Girl...

They saw the door open and the group of people walk in; fear, wariness, and confusion flashed in their eyes.

Roy's gaze swept over them, then landed at the back of the warehouse.

There, Saint Charles stood in front of the mermaid girl's cage, admiring his "trophy" with smug satisfaction.

Behind him, four CP agents stood expressionless.

The masked nobleman who had photographed the Nine-Headed Serpent Warrior was also nearby, greedily eyeing the "goods" in the cage.

Roy withdrew his telekinetic field.

The cover disappeared.

Their figures appeared out of thin air in the center of the warehouse.

"Who goes there?!"

The CP agent was the first to react and instantly drew his gun.

But it was too late.

Roy raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly curled.

The telekinetic energy transformed into an invisible giant hand, slapping the four CP agents away simultaneously!

The four men slammed into the wall, became embedded in it, and passed out.

Charles Saint was stunned.

He turned around and saw the group of people who had suddenly appeared; his face instantly turned ashen.

"You...you lowly people! Do you even know who I am?!"

"I am a Celestial Dragon! A descendant of the Creator!"

"If you dare lay a finger on me, the Admiral himself will—"

Before he could finish speaking...

Roy's hand was already around his neck.

Charles Saint's voice abruptly stopped.

He stared wide-eyed at the black-haired man in front of him, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Does anyone really dare to lay a hand on a Celestial Dragon?

"You...you..."

Roy looked at him, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Celestial Dragons?"

"Is it that impressive?"

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the Charlos statue away like trash.

The bulky body slammed against the wall, the bubble headgear shattered, and shards of glass cut his face.

Charles Saint lay sprawled on the ground, trembling all over, his crotch soaked with sweat.

Roy withdrew his gaze and looked at the slaves in the cages.

"Don't be afraid."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

"I'm here to save you."