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

Roy's voice wasn't loud, but in the silent warehouse, every word was as clear as a nail, driven into the hearts of those slaves.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here to save you."

The little blue-haired mermaid girl raised her head, her golden fishtail trembling slightly in the cage.

She looked at the dark-haired man—he had just tossed the Celestial Dragon aside like trash, his movements clean and efficient, his eyes as calm as if he were dealing with a disobedient pet.

That's a Celestial Dragon.

Descendants of the Creator.

World nobility.

A being who can mobilize the entire navy with just a single sentence.

This person can hit you when he wants, and throw you away when he wants.

Shirley's eyes reddened.

It wasn't out of fear, but because she saw in those calm eyes something she had never seen before in the slave market.

It's not pity, not charity, but a matter-of-fact, unconditional "I'm here to save you."

The others in the cage also gradually realized what was happening.

The Mink Tribe warrior—a wolf youth with snow-white fur all over his body, his hands were bound by sea stone shackles, yet he struggled to raise his head and look at Roy.

A light gradually shone in those amber eyes.

The long-armed tribe's craftsman, the dwarf girl, and the two snake warriors who were photographed—all eyes were focused on Roy.

It was a complex look, a mixture of hope and disbelief.

"You...you all need to leave!"

The one who spoke was the fur-bearing warrior; his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper scraping an iron plate.

"The Celestial Dragons... the Celestial Dragons have been attacked, and the Marine Admirals are on their way! If we don't leave now, it'll be too late!"

"Yes! Let's go!"

Shirley panicked, gripping the cage bars with both hands, her golden fish tail frantically pounding against the bottom of the cage.

"You've already saved us enough! Don't worry about us, run!"

"My benefactor, let's go quickly!"

"The Celestial Dragons' revenge is no joke!"

The slaves in the cages started shouting all at once.

They were the ones being rescued, yet they were desperately urging Roy to run away.

Because they knew all too well what it meant to take action against the Celestial Dragons on this vast ocean.

That's something more terrifying than death.

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

"It's too late."

He said it so casually, as if he were just saying the weather was nice today.

But everyone understood.

From the moment he attacked the Celestial Dragons, the option of "running away" was no longer available.

Or rather, he never intended to run away from the beginning.

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

The telekinetic energy transformed into invisible claws, simultaneously gripping the bars of all the cages.

"Squeak—crunch!"

A piercing metallic creaking sound emanated simultaneously from more than a dozen cages.

The alloy railings were like paper in front of Roy's telekinetic power, with gaps wide enough for a person to be torn open.

The little mermaid girl was stunned.

The fur-bearing warriors were stunned.

All the slaves were stunned.

They looked down at the sea stone shackles on their bodies—the chains that had robbed them of all their power—which were shattered from within by telekinesis at the same time, crashing to the ground with a clatter.

"What are you all standing there for?" Roy turned around. "Come out."

The little fish-woman was the first to move.

Her fishtail bounced off the ground, and she leaped out of the cage.

The moment she landed, she braced herself with her hands on the ground, her fishtail glowing faintly under the warehouse lights, and bowed deeply to Roy.

"My benefactor... Thank you so much, my benefactor!"

The fur warrior followed closely behind, kneeling on one knee with his right paw pressed against his chest: "Fur warrior Wolfgang, I will remember your life-saving grace!"

Long-armed craftsmen, dwarf girls, nine-snake warriors... one after another, they emerged from the cages and bowed their heads to Roy.

Roy waved his hand: "Don't thank me yet. Let's get out of here alive first."

He turned to look at Jinbe and Granny Niu.

Jinbe understood, strode over to Shirley, squatted down, and his honest face was full of self-reproach: "Lily, I'm sorry, I'm late."

The mermaid girl Lily shook her head, tears finally falling: "Boss Jinbe... I... I shouldn't have surfaced to play..."

"It's not your fault."

Jinbe's voice was soft, but firm.

"It's my fault, I didn't protect you well."

He reached out and picked Lily up from the ground, then turned to look at Roy and bowed deeply.

"Captain Roy, I am deeply grateful. If there is ever any need for me on Fishman Island in the future, I will do my utmost, even at the cost of my life."

Grandma Niu also helped the two Nine-Snake Warriors to their feet.

The two female warriors were wounded, but their eyes remained defiant.

They looked at Roy, their eyes reddening, but they didn't cry. The female warriors of Amazon Lily would rather bleed than shed tears.

The three Hancock sisters ran over and helped the two female warriors.

Hancock looked up at Roy's retreating figure, her eyes filled with a fervent adoration that was more intense than ever before.

She had witnessed the entire scene from beginning to end.

Lord Roy's way of dealing with the Celestial Dragons was not hatred or anger, but a thorough, deep-seated indifference.

He didn't care about being a Celestial Dragon.

They didn't care about the admiral's retaliation.

They don't care about the wrath of the world government.

He only cared about one thing—he had promised to save people, and he was determined to do so.

This is what a true strongman is.

This is the person Boa Hancock wants to follow.

"Lord Roy..."

Hancock clenched her fists, her eyes filled with determination.

Just then—

"Bang!"

On the wall in the corner of the warehouse, a stone slab suddenly shattered.

Amidst the flying debris, a CP agent embedded in the wall pressed a hidden button with trembling right arm.

His hand immediately fell limp, and he fainted.

But that button had already been pressed.

Almost at the same moment—

"Waaaaah—waaaah—"

A piercing alarm blared simultaneously from every corner of the auction hall!

The red alarm lights flashed wildly, turning the entire building a blood-red color.

Several Den Den Mushi on the warehouse ceiling—those silent surveillance Den Den Mushi disguised as decorative lights—opened their eyes simultaneously.

This means that everything that just happened in the warehouse has already been teleported somewhere.

Roy looked up at the Den Den Mushi and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He didn't notice the Den Den Mushi disguised as lamps.

But so what if we find out?

From the very beginning, he never intended to do this secretly.

at the same time.

On the top floor of the auction house, in an office with extremely luxurious decor.

The owner of the Golden City Auction House, Genos Drake, an obese middle-aged man, was slumped in a leather chair, his face as pale as a sheet.

The monitor screen in front of him was divided into more than a dozen images.

On the central screen, everything that happened in the warehouse was being played out clearly.

The Celestial Dragon was grabbed by the neck and thrown out.

The bubble headgear shattered.

The Celestial Dragon collapsed to the ground, his crotch soaked.

Every image was like a hammer, slamming into Drake's heart.