Settsetse! The Pirate Nemesis

"These supplies are enough for us to get to the next island... Let's get ready to set off."

As he spoke, Hawkeye glanced again at the medical blood bags and other supplies stacked on top of the barrels—since they were all unused, he might as well give them to Dr. Vincent as a favor.

Seeing this, Sett stroked his chin; "How much did these cost?"

"It didn't cost any money."

Hearing this, Sett nodded in satisfaction and said matter-of-factly, "See? I told you! You can haggle with people without even spending any money!"

Hawkeye: "..."

It makes sense.

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107·Family Fun

"Yo~ Vincent~ We're back~~"

Sett's rough and loud voice echoed from outside the hospital gates. It wasn't harsh; rather, it possessed a calm and steady quality, like the resonant tolling of an ancient temple bell. Beyond its calmness, it carried a hint of wildness—a perfectly balanced blend of composure and madness, making it a distinctive voice that would never be forgotten.

It's only been about four or five hours since Sett and the others set off—like night markets, shopping malls possess a peculiar magic. Those walking through them unknowingly spend four or five hours there.

Upon hearing this, Dr. Vincent, who had just finished his day's nursing care and ward rounds, looked utterly exhausted—supplies were extremely scarce, and blood and food reserves were insufficient. The sudden, unannounced lockdown of the country, occurring just five hours prior, had resulted in three more patients in the hospital experiencing further deterioration.

As for Sett and the others' gains, Dr. Vincent did not have much hope.

Although he didn't know exactly how much money Sett and his group had brought, Vincent was certain of one thing: black market prices had exceeded what ordinary people could afford... When the blockade was first implemented, Vincent had already predicted that item prices would skyrocket.

Realizing this, Vincent immediately went to the black market to shop, but even so, after spending all his savings, Vincent only got fifteen cents of the original price... or even one-twentieth of the original price!

Now, with the extension of the lockdown, people's despair is being amplified, and Vincent can foresee that items on the black market have reached exorbitant prices that are beyond anyone's reach.

How much can two lone travelers possibly buy...?

The hospital was running out of food, but his instinct as a doctor told him not to give up on any patient... even those who had absolutely no hope of recovery.

At least, in the final moments of his life, Vincent did not want his patients to remember only their pain and suffering—that would be too cruel.

While worrying about the hospital's future, Vincent opened the door. Forcing a smile, just as Vincent was about to offer some words of comfort, he was met with a mountain of supplies piled up on a cart.

With his mouth agape, Vincent stared blankly at the scene before him, then asked incredulously, "You... bought it?"

"Of course I bought them!" Sett laughed loudly. "Did you think I robbed them? I haggled for ages to get these things! I practically broke the walls, hahaha!!"

Hearing Sett's boastful and unreflective words, Vincent swallowed hard in disbelief—he was just a shut-in doctor in the hospital, completely unfamiliar with bargaining. Coupled with Sett's blatant sense of entitlement and extravagance, Vincent subconsciously took it seriously.

He even took the phrase "cutting bones" as a joke—clearly, he didn't understand Sett's character.

"Bargaining? Looks like I need to learn that too..." Vincent muttered to himself, feeling that he needed to learn some survival skills for the outside world.

Hawkeye simply stood by and watched coldly, turning his gaze away without saying a word—it was best not to let Vincent, a doctor who spent all his time in the ward, know some things.

Thinking this, Hawkeye shook his head and went into the house, then called to the other helpers to prepare to unload the goods.

"We only need water and some food. You can keep these medical supplies for yourselves."

"May I?"

Upon hearing Hawkeye's words, Vincent's face lit up with excitement. These medical supplies were enough to prolong the lives of many—lead poisoning was a chronic disease, not immediately fatal. With proper distribution, patients in the hospital could have their lives significantly extended.

During this extended period, Vincent had more opportunities for research—in Sett's previous life, chronic diseases like lead poisoning caused by heavy metal radiation were almost incurable. But in this world where the technology tree was ridiculously skewed, even the law of conservation of mass was nonsense, and everything else was naturally possible.

"Whatever~" Sett waved his hand dismissively and said, "These freebies are just extras anyway, I won't use them, so I might as well give them to you. They might be of some use."

“Really…” Vincent pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and seemed to have an endless stream of emotions to express. But in the end, due to his lack of social skills, Vincent could only say with some gratitude, “Really… thank you, Sett.”

"And Mr. Hawkeye."

With excitement shining in his eyes, Vincent, who had been somewhat disheartened because the Navy refused to provide assistance, became excited once again.

After that, Vincent, along with the few remaining caregivers at the hospital, began providing physical therapy to the patients. During this time, Vincent noticed the church hospital's logo on the medical blood bags. His gaze flickered slightly, but ultimately he only sighed—he knew that some people in the hospital were reselling these items. But there was nothing he could do; the hospital in Flevance was severely understaffed…

Not only Vincent, but his son Law was also very excited. It's important to understand that the patients in the hospital included not only strangers, but also Dr. Vincent himself, Law, and even Law's sister and mother, all of whom suffered from lead poisoning.

Luo is in good health, so he doesn't have any obvious symptoms yet, but everyone knows that death is inevitable... No one, especially children, with amber lead poisoning within the last ten years has ever lived past twenty. Luo's father, Dr. Vincent, already has large patches of white spots on his body. And Luo's sister is bedridden and has great difficulty even getting out of bed...

These blood bags, just the pain relief they provide, are enough to give them a long-awaited good night's sleep!

With the pressure relieved, her father could focus on his research more easily! Thinking this, perhaps it was because of this that despair subsided, and Luo's heart began to overflow with gratitude and joy, which even brought a smile to his little face.

Sett offered no comment—he never bothered to even glance at the brat's gratitude. What's the point of gratitude if they can't fight?

They simply lined up the buckets and loaded them onto the ship before leaving, and then Sett followed Hawkeye to the restaurant.

Compared to the harmonious and joyful family scene in the church hospital, the style changes drastically when the scene shifts to the Don Quixote family.

108·Happy Mom

Looking at Gladius being carried in, Doflamingo's face was filled with suppressed anger.

Veins bulged on his forehead, an indescribable rage burning within Doflamingo—even though he had been banished from Mary Geoise. But so what? The blood of the Celestial Dragons still flowed in Doflamingo's veins.

Doflamingo's innate arrogance was not diminished by leaving the Holy Land of Mary Geoise; in fact, thanks to this privilege in his blood, he has not encountered any setbacks since he set sail.

As far as the Donquixote Family is concerned, Doflamingo is undoubtedly the king, and Trebol and others were the first to submit to him. As for Gladius, although he does not yet have the status of a senior member like Trebol, he has been regarded as family by Doflamingo because of his upright loyalty.

And now, this very cadre, whom he considered family, lies before him, covered in wounds and naked, unable to even maintain consciousness!

"Who! Who did this?!"

Hearing Doflamingo's suppressed anger, Buffalo hesitated for a moment before finally stepping forward and saying, "It's a red-haired guy... very strong, with a scar on his face."

"Red hair?" Upon hearing Buffalo's words, Torrepol fell silent—the mainstream hair colors in this world were black, blonde, and brown. Aside from dyeing and other factors, red hair was quite rare. He was very strong, and had a scar on his face…

A familiar figure flashed into his mind. Torrepol exchanged a glance with Pica and the others beside him, and then asked, "Does he have ears on his head?"

"Yes... I guess?" Buffalo nodded hesitantly—Sett's hair was thick and bushy, all the same color, and you couldn't really see the animal ears hidden in it unless you looked closely. He hadn't seen Sett very clearly to begin with, let alone the ears. If Trebol asked, "Does he have horns?" Buffalo would have nodded in the same way.

"Is there a sharp-eyed swordsman accompanying him?"

"Uh-huh!"

Buffalo immediately nodded in affirmation and said, "That swordsman is very powerful. His flying slash easily cut through the entire street!"

Upon hearing these obvious characteristics, the officers nodded to each other, and then Trebol said to Doflamingo, "Young Master... it seems to be that guy Sett."

"Ser...ti!!"

Squeezing out those two words through gritted teeth, Doflamingo, in his rage, almost ground his teeth to powder.

Doflamingo understood this better than anyone: a reputation is never undeserved. Through Pica's reconnaissance, Doflamingo learned that Sett and his group had arrived in the North Blue, but he didn't know they were on Flevans Island. In Doflamingo's mind, he would wait until he had completely squeezed every last drop of profit from Flevans before turning his attention to Sett, thus fulfilling his duty as the host of the largest family in the North Blue.

Despite his volatile temper, Doflamingo was equally composed—otherwise, he wouldn't have been recognized as the young master by Trebol and the others. In his mind, controlling the greatest wealth in the North Blue would give the Donquixote Family even more weight in the eyes of the World Government.

Although Sett has caused Doflamingo a great deal of trouble, he is not someone who can be easily manipulated... According to intelligence from the World Government, Sett has a high reputation in the Navy, and most of the Navy's high-ranking officers are on good terms with him.

Only when I have enough influence will the World Government help me resist pressure from the Navy. But now it seems there's no time to peacefully plan for Flevans—

As the ruler of a major power, Doflamingo had every reason to believe that Sett must be a cunning and shrewd strategist—a fact evident from his relationship with the Navy!

And now, Sett has come to Flevans Island... without a doubt, he is also here for the wealth of Flevans!

A worthy opponent meets a worthy opponent!

Beneath his suppressed rage, Doflamingo's beady eyes gleamed with a cold, sharp light behind his glasses.

"Where are Sett and the others?"

“Vatier Church Hospital.” Having already conducted reconnaissance, and given that Sett and the others hadn't bothered to conceal their presence, Pica replied without hesitation, “They went straight into the hospital upon arrival, and even helped disperse some of the gathered patients…”

After a pause, Pica continued in that shrill, eunuch-like voice, "According to our informants, Seti donated all the medical supplies there to the doctors and patients."

"really!"

Upon hearing the sound for a moment, Doflamingo's heart sank—without a doubt, Sett must have guessed his methods and purpose, so he took advantage of his confusion in Flevance to step forward and save the world, thus gaining everything in the country as a savior!

"As expected of you... Sett!!!"

Trebol and the others were filled with confusion as they wondered why Doflamingo had suddenly said such a thing. Seeing this, Doflamingo revealed his suspicions to everyone: "This is undoubtedly a calculated scheme… That guy Sett has manipulated us through a perfect information gap!"

"It seems Sett must have been waiting outside the containment zone for quite some time, until he stirred up Flevans to the point of chaos, before barging in and acting like a righteous savior! The information gap allowed this scheme to succeed, and in turn, everything we did became a stepping stone for Sett to become a savior! Our fruits of victory... have been stolen!"

Upon hearing Doflamingo's analysis, Trebol and the others realized the seriousness of the problem and nodded solemnly.

"I thought Sett was a brainless madman like the ones in the newspapers... but now it seems it was all an act!"

"What a deep scheming mind!"

"Sett is terrifying!!"

In response, Doflamingo waved his hand and said, "At least, this makes us realize that Sett is by no means a reckless and arrogant person—but there is one thing he forgot."

"Forgot what?" The officers around him turned to look at Doflamingo. To this, Doflamingo replied with a profound look, "He forgot who I am... I'm a Celestial Dragon!"

As he spoke, Doflamingo, his eyes blazing with fury, pulled a phone from his pocket.

"Hey, what's up?"

On the other end of the phone was a cold voice with a hint of childishness; disregarding the coldness and maturity, it sounded more like a minor.

"Get Sett out of here!" Doflamingo said; "You should be able to do it—"

"CP9".

109·cp9

Doflamingo hated the Celestial Dragon bloodline within him—due to his foolish father's misplaced mercy, they were ostracized and beaten after leaving the Holy Land of Mary Geoise.

The suffering endured by other Celestial Dragons was vented on Doflamingo's family by those commoners... But the world is so strange; sometimes, no matter how much you hate something, it happens to be something that others value.

For example, Doflamingo's bloodline... Although Doflamingo is confident he can rise to power even without Celestial Dragon blood, it's undeniable that Celestial Dragon blood gives him more options. At the same time, it avoids a lot of trouble... at least, no Navy or World Government official dares to obstruct him in this regard.

It is precisely because of this that Doflamingo, the only Celestial Dragon out of power, has become the black glove for many high-ranking figures to get involved in special industries... Among them, the Five Elders are not uncommon.

They do need a black glove like that to handle things they can't easily do in person; sometimes, having their fingerprints on weapons is just embarrassing.

Upon hearing Doflamingo's almost coercive order, Rob Lucci, only eighteen years old and not yet fully grown, nodded indifferently.

Rob Lucci was still young then, not as mature as he would later become. His smooth face was neatly groomed, without even a hint of stubble. Only a pair of razor-sharp eyebrows hung above his eyes, exuding an indescribable air of authority.