Uchiha Puppet Master, Starting from One Piece

"So, my men have already eaten the Devil Fruit. If anyone dares to cause trouble on my turf, hmph..." LeBon was getting into his rant when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the commotion at the door.

His underling, head down, panting, walked in from outside.

LeBon's words came to an abrupt halt, his waving arm suddenly stopped in mid-air, and his cloudy eyes instantly fixed on Tos.

He never expected that so little time had passed before Tos returned on his own.

"Toss!"

LeBon's gaze was fixed intently on Tos.

"I'd like to ask you, how come you got back so quickly?"

Tos wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and was about to explain the little trouble he had encountered on the way when Lebon impatiently waved him off.

"Alright, alright, it's good that you're back. Come on, let's go back to the private room and take that thing out. I ate this priceless Devil Fruit right here and now."

LeBon originally knew that Devil Fruits were extremely unpalatable, so he planned to go back and eat them with other delicious foods.

However, Toss's acquisition of the Devil Fruit forced him to eat it now, otherwise he would not be able to leave the auction normally.

About half a minute later, inside the magnificent private room...

LeBon swaggered ahead, with Tos close behind.

What Tos couldn't understand was, wasn't the boss supposed to be at the door? Why...?

Thinking about this, Tos broke out in a cold sweat...

LeBon pushed open the door of the private room and walked straight to the corner. However, when he reached for the box that originally contained the Devil Fruit in Tos's hand, his expression suddenly changed.

The box was still there, but it seemed lighter. LeBon frowned as he opened the lid, and froze instantly.

Where is that Devil Fruit with its spiral patterns and eerie aura in the box?

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

A few seconds later, a deafening roar erupted from the private room:

"asshole--!!!"

LeBon slammed the box hard onto the ground, sending stones tumbling everywhere.

Like a raging beast, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging on his forehead, he grabbed Tos by the collar, lifted him up, and roared through gritted teeth:

"Devil Fruit power?! What?! Where's my Devil Fruit?! Who did this?!"

Seeing this, Tos was so frightened that his legs went weak, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

In the next instant, Tos felt as if his throat was being gripped tightly by an iron clamp, and Lebon's beastly strength almost crushed his collarbone.

He kicked his legs desperately, his eyes bulging slightly from lack of oxygen, staring in terror at his enraged boss.

True to his title of "Little Emperor," LeBon is indeed domineering, and his power is far beyond what ordinary people can possess.

"Boss... Boss..."

Tos's voice was hoarse and broken.

"I...it was still there when I got it back! I kept it clutched to my chest the whole time, I didn't even dare go to the bathroom..."

Tos dared not tell the truth, because he genuinely hadn't thought it through and inexplicably handed the Devil Fruit to the guy at the door who was pretending to be the boss.

"Bullshit!" LeBon roared, slamming Toth against the wall.

With a muffled thud, the wall plaster peeled off, and Tos slid to the ground like a dead dog, clutching his chest and coughing violently, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

LeBon, panting heavily, paced back and forth in the private room like a crab trapped in a cage.

His gaze swept over the shattered box on the ground, then fixed on the trembling Tos, his mind frantically replaying every detail of what had just happened.

"To be honest, since you walked in, who else has touched you besides me?"

LeBon suddenly stopped, his sinister gaze sweeping across Tos's face like a knife.

Despite the excruciating pain, Tos's mind was a complete mess. To be honest, he might be killed by the boss too.

But the harrowing journey I just experienced remains exceptionally clear.

He raised his head, trembling, his eyes unfocused: "No...no one touched me. I did run into a few idiots on the way, but I shook them off...!"

"Hmm, don't forget, your younger brother is only seven years old?" LeBon took a step closer, the oppressive feeling almost suffocating Tos.

"When I entered the hall, I ran into someone who looked exactly like the boss."

Tos's voice grew softer and softer.

"Boss, you know, once you give the order, I don't dare to question it, and I didn't pay any attention to it..."

The air inside the private room seemed to have frozen into solid ice.

Tos knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold floor, his body trembling violently like a sieve.

"Boss! Please, give me another chance! I promise I can find that guy impersonating you, I promise..."

"Chance?"

Lebon's voice was devoid of emotion, but this only fueled Tos's despair.

"Tos, you've been with me for five years."

LeBon slowly walked up to Tos, looking down at this subordinate he had once trusted so much. After all, if he hadn't trusted him, he wouldn't have let him do this.

"Over the past five years, I've taught you many things, but I seem to have forgotten to teach you the most important thing—"

He suddenly raised his foot and stomped heavily on the back of Tos's hand.

"ah--!"

Tos let out a piercing scream.

"In this world, making mistakes comes at a price."

Le Bon remained expressionless, increasing the pressure under his feet until the sound of bones cracking rang out crisply.

"Boss! I was wrong! Spare me!"

Tos wept bitterly, tears and snot mingling together, desperately trying to pull his hand back, but Lebon's foot was like a mountain, unmoving.

LeBon sneered as he squatted down, pulled a dagger from his pocket, and gently patted Toth's sweat-drenched cheek.

"That fruit was my ticket to becoming the ruler of the entire West Sea gang."

Since you've lost it, go to hell and repent.

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of cold light appeared.

"Pfft."

Blood splattered all over LeBon's face.

He casually kicked Tos's body aside, as if it were just a bag of trash.

He then took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood from his face, his eyes filled with a crazed killing intent.

"Someone come here!"

The door to the private room was suddenly pushed open, and more than a dozen burly men in full armor rushed in. They didn't even blink when they saw the corpses on the ground, clearly already used to such bloodshed.

"Boss, what are your orders?"

The burly man at the head of the group asked respectfully.

LeBron threw the blood-stained handkerchief on the ground, a cruel smile curving his lips. "Send the order to seal off the entire auction hall! Not a single fly should be allowed to escape through any of the entrances or exits! I'm going to turn this place upside down, even if it means killing everyone, to find my Devil Fruit!"

"The Devil Fruit is lost? Damn it, Tos..."

"Yes, boss! Get it done right away."

……

Not long after...

The alarm sounded throughout the entire auction hall.