One Piece: Starting with Breathing Techniques

Capone Beki, now the vice commander of the Confederate army, frowned as he puffed on his cigar. "Kilo, are you sure?"

"Mr. Long hasn't arrived yet; he already spoke with us by phone this morning."

"If we make a move now, at most he can only hold back Garp and Sengoku."

"In other words, if we act now..."

"You must withstand the pressure from the Navy Admirals and the World Government's powerful figures to buy us enough time."

Upon hearing this, Kiro paused for a moment, then added:

"I know, but I'm only saying one possibility."

"However, just in case, you should be prepared. If the situation here changes, we may take action at any time."

"If the slave auction is indeed brought forward, it may be too late to proceed according to the original plan."

"Once those slaves are taken away by the Celestial Dragons, it will be very difficult for us to rescue them all."

A silence fell over the meeting tent as everyone lowered their heads in thought and fell silent.

"You all get ready first, I'll go and confirm this information again."

"If the news of the auction being moved up is true..."

Kiro sighed softly, "Then let's prepare for battle ahead of schedule!"

The Den Den Mushi was disconnected as soon as the words were spoken.

After ending contact with the general offensive force, Kilo's expression turned serious and solemn.

He tried his best to conceal his aura and slowly blended into the shadows of the surrounding buildings.

……

The streets in the Celestial Dragons' residential area were quite lively.

Amidst the panic and scramble of countless civilians, several extravagantly dressed Celestial Dragons, riding on burly slaves, chatted and laughed.

They had a very good relationship and often went out together, becoming quite familiar with the younger generation of Celestial Dragons.

Whenever the Celestial Dragons are active, they always gather together, including the more brutal hunting activities, such as hunting down lowly slaves on the island.

One of the Celestial Dragons was not riding a slave, but rather slowly moving forward in an exquisite purple-gold palanquin.

The steed pulling the sedan chair was exceptionally beautiful, with pure white fur and well-defined, smooth muscle lines, demonstrating its rarity.

"Hey, Kallian, do you really have to ride in this sedan chair?"

"Wouldn't it be better to sit like us, these slaves?"

Hearing his companion's question, Kallian Saint chuckled and shook his head.

"This is a custom of our Limosifer family; I'm not used to traveling by slave."

The Celestial Dragon who had spoken up scratched his head and didn't ask any further questions.

If Kiro were here, he would recognize this person as—

Charlos Saint!

Indeed, as members of the younger generation of the Roswald family, Charlos Saint and Calian Saint are close friends.

The obese Charlos Saint sat atop a muscular slave wearing an explosive collar, with the powerful guard Zoka standing prominently behind him.

As the Celestial Dragons chatted and laughed, Zoka lagged a few steps behind, cautiously surveying his surroundings.

Suddenly, someone noticed that a rather large carriage was following behind Calian Saint's sedan chair.

The carriage was loaded with dozens of sacks, many of which were still stained with drops of blood.

If you look closely, you can see that the sacks are still twisting and turning, making a barely perceptible whimpering sound.

"Kallian, what is this...?"

Zotean Saint, from the Babette family, pointed to the carriage and asked in confusion.

Kallian raised an eyebrow and gave a meaningful smile.

"Ah, didn't I tell you before? A group of slaves who were supposed to be executed escaped, and we don't know where they went."

"I didn't expect to run into them while I was out for a walk today, so I caught them all."

He curled his lips into a cruel smile.

"Perfect timing! I haven't played a hunting game in ages, and this just happens to provide me with a batch of prey. How could I possibly refuse?"

"You never get tired of those hunting games!"

Upon hearing this, the other Celestial Dragons exchanged glances, their eyes filled with excitement.

Zoutean Saint licked his lips. "Hey, Kallian, we want to play too!"

"How can a hunting game function without competition?"

The faint smell of blood in the air only excited these Celestial Dragons even more.

Kallian Saint smiled and nodded. "No problem, I've always been very generous."

"only……"

call out!

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly interrupted Kallian Saint.

"Danger!"

Zoka's pupils contracted as he quickly realized what was happening and immediately stepped forward to block the many Celestial Dragons.

But the next moment, a slight cracking sound came from behind them.

To be precise, the sound came from the direction of the carriage behind Kallian Saint.

The group turned around in horror, only to find that the carriage carrying the slaves had been shrouded in thick smoke and could no longer be seen.

Through the outlines drawn by the shadows, one could barely make out a figure in the smoke rescuing slaves from the sacks.

Kallian Saint seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes narrowed.

"Could it be that defected CP0 agent?"

While the Celestial Dragons were still in shock and confusion, Zoka had already fulfilled his duty as an excellent protector.

Faced with the unknown attack, he did not retreat but advanced, rushing rapidly into the cloud of smoke.

The strong wind generated by the high-speed movement suddenly dispersed all the dust.

When the smoke and dust clear...

Zoka suddenly appeared in everyone's sight, holding a thin boy who was spitting blood in his left hand.

It was Bege who came alone to rescue the children!

On that carriage, the slaves who had been tied up in sacks had vanished, leaving only bloodstained footprints that stretched into the distance.

Upon seeing this, the Celestial Dragons' expressions suddenly darkened, especially Kallian, whose eyes revealed a chilling killing intent.

"I remember you, the CP0 agent who defected."

"You could have just run away like a rat and eke out a living, but you insisted on getting in the way and courting death!"

"How dare you release my slave?! Do you know how long it's been since I played a hunting game?!"

Kallian Saint's voice was icy, his words revealing undisguised murderous intent.

He dismounted from the sedan chair, stepped forward, took out a long whip with iron thorns attached, and lashed it fiercely at the captured Beg.

Snapped!Snapped!

After two crisp sounds, two hideous bloodstains appeared on Bege's body.

Crimson blood flowed freely, but Bege kept his head down, muttering something under his breath.

Kallian Saint was puzzled and leaned closer to try and hear what Beg was saying.

But when he turned to the side...

Sudden--

Bege leaped up, and despite being suspended in mid-air by Zoca, he used all his strength to lunge forward, fiercely biting Kallian's left ear and pulling him sharply to the side.

"ah!!!"

After Kallian Saint's scream, a blood-soaked severed ear appeared in Beg's mouth.

Blood splattered.

Kallian Saint stumbled backward several steps and landed hard on his backside. He clutched his severed ear, which was gushing blood, and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"ah!!!!"

The sternness of the voice sent chills down the spines of the Celestial Dragons around him, raising goosebumps all over their bodies.

"Ouch!!! That hurts!!!"

"Damn it!!!!"

"Kill him!!!"