I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

"What navy?" Roswald Saint was bewildered. He raised the whip in his hand and pointed it at Ain's back.

"Women only slow down my fencing speed. I'm talking about that angelic Sleeping Beauty!"

Ain turned her head and looked behind her.

There, the strange monk Urgi, covered in blood, lay on the ground, handcuffed with sea stone, still unconscious, his white wings stained red with blood.

"Those firm pectoral muscles, strong arms, and angelic wings—what a beauty! I want him to be my slave now!"

Saint Roswald exclaimed, then roared:

"What are you all standing there for? Why aren't you putting the collar on the beauty?"

"An angel...?" The navy personnel were momentarily at a loss for how to react.

In the end, it was Ian who stepped forward and insisted:

“Saint Roswald, the eccentric monk Urki is a wanted criminal with a bounty of 108 million. He should be sent to Impel Down, not become your slave.”

"Oh?" Saint Roswald nodded indifferently.

"So that means his net worth is 108 million? He's certainly worthy of this beauty. Then I'll buy him for 200 million Berries."

“This…” Ain was also stunned for a moment.

"Navy, what are you all standing there for? This beauty is for 10 people, and there are still 90 slaves to go!" The Celestial Dragon lashed his whip at the fish-man slave at his feet and shouted.

“I…” Ain frowned, but did not move.

The man in the black suit beside him noticed the navy men's hesitation and stepped forward.

"Navy, since that's the case, you'll protect Saint Roswald. Let the CP handle the slave capture."

Despite this setback, the navy men still looked grim, but many of them silently lowered their heads.

Since there's no way to fight against the Celestial Dragons, this new plan, which doesn't require me to do anything myself, is better than the previous one.

Just pretend you didn't see it, as always.

The man in the black suit, who was in the lead, sneered inwardly. He waved his hand, signaling half of the CP agents behind him to leave and start kicking doors in the surrounding streets.

Unlike the Navy, the CP didn't hold back when they took action. They simply broke down the door, dragged the people inside, and beat anyone who resisted. They also skillfully put slave explosive collars on them.

Who are you?

"Please, please let me go..."

"My child! My child..."

Despite the gunshots and cries from the surrounding streets, the sailors remained silent.

The man in the black suit at the head of the group glanced at the navy personnel.

A gentle breeze blew, causing the cloaks of justice on the backs of these sailors to flutter loudly, making the word "justice" on them particularly eye-catching.

"What a hypocritical justice," the man in the black suit chuckled softly.

"The slave trade in the Sabaody Archipelago is not something that has been going on for just one or two years. Both the CP and the Navy are well aware of this."

"They're all dogs raised by the Celestial Dragons, what are they pretending to be so important about?"

The man in the black suit spoke very softly, barely audible to the group of sailors in front of him.

This made the sailors clench their fists involuntarily; they were filled with righteous indignation, but dared not speak out.

They all knew the Celestial Dragons' reputation.

The Navy has cleaned up the messes of the Celestial Dragons before.

"Saint Rozwader".

At that moment, another group of people appeared. The one at the front was Disco, the host of the human auction. He led a group of slaves wearing collars and strode over with a fawning smile on his face.

“I am very sorry to have disturbed you earlier. I heard that Saint Roswald needs slaves... Therefore, we have captured the slaves who escaped due to the accident. On behalf of the Don Quixote family, I would like to express my apologies.”

The host, Disco, put on a smile.

There are two Don Quixote families in this world.

First, there are the Celestial Dragon families in the Holy Land, and second, there is the power of Doflamingo, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

The human trafficking market already bore the Don Quixote family's smiling face symbol, signifying that it was JOKER's property.

"Doflamingo's man?" The Celestial Dragon's face showed apprehension, but he nodded. "Then, I'll accept him."

Chapter 1112 The Bat King is Real (Parts 2-3)

Rayleigh pushed open the door and entered Shakky's bar.

"You're back?" Shakky looked up at Rayleigh, only to find that his expression wasn't very good.

"What happened to Little Monkey and the others? Even you couldn't help?" Shakky seemed to have noticed something and asked.

"Admiral Higuma of the Navy has been dispatched, along with another Kuma." Rayleigh frowned and recounted the events to Shakky.

Things took an unexpected turn, completely contrary to Rayleigh's initial expectations.

He casually drank a glass of wine, but the doubts in his heart just wouldn't go away.

"Both Higuma and Kuma are up to something... Just after I left, Higuma seemed to receive an urgent phone call..."

“I want to observe Higuma’s background more closely in secret,” Rayleigh said.

"Then let's go." Xia Qi lit a cigarette and said casually.

"Now that you mention it, I'm interested too. Let's go together."

................

The shadow clone Sig rushed through the streets of the Sabaody Archipelago.

Bakara's phone call made him uneasy, so he rushed towards Island 1 as fast as he could.

As he ran, he glanced down at the wound on his fist.

This was from when he fought the sword with his fist and was slashed by Rayleigh.

At this point, the wound on the fist had stopped bleeding, and the exposed flesh had come together again.

The wound won't heal that quickly, of course; this is just a temporary hemostasis, like an extra-strength band-aid.

This was an action he performed, mimicking the actions of CP0 Oni Mask, after his mental strength was enhanced and his life return was further improved.

"The effects of the big stick meat are getting worse and worse. If wounds can be healed through life return in the future, it would be a good alternative."

The abilities [Inventory] and [Feast for Battle] originate from the game character, the Dragonborn Card.

In The Elder Scrolls, food is not a proper way to restore health; instead, there are health potions, which are common in RPGs.

Of course, this doesn't exist in the world of One Piece.

Therefore, eating food to restore health is an inefficient method, and it doesn't restore health as a percentage, but rather restores a very small, fixed amount of health.

Previously, Sieg had to eat more than 200KG of meat at once to recover from his serious injury.

Sigurd isn't Luffy; if he keeps eating like this, he'll develop anorexia sooner or later.

Meanwhile, after being strengthened through training and the life-restoring process, Sig's physical body, the shadow clone Sig, is stronger than before.

The amount of health restored by Big Stick is fixed, while Sig's health bar gradually increases, so the health restoration effect becomes weaker.

However, having a life returned is a good alternative.

No more sneaking around to eat meat by stopping time, and you can also free up inventory space to store more items.

Furthermore, even without Armament Haki, relying solely on his body strengthened by the Iron Body and Life Return, he was able to withstand Rayleigh's slash without sustaining serious injuries. Shadow Clone Sig was actually quite satisfied.

"Besides... I'm not truly powerless against Rayleigh."

"Shadow Clone Sig thinks to himself."

After the Shadow Clone system was modified, it became a clone that completely simulated the human body, and it could even bleed, although its health bar was slightly shorter than that of a real person.

If it suffers a life-threatening injury or runs out of energy, the shadow clone will dissipate and disintegrate.

This is both a disadvantage and a advantage.

Based on three weeks of recovery, if he disregards the cost and activates the Emperor Engine to its fifth limit, maintaining the maximum output of the Paper-Painted Martial Body, he should be able to unleash power approaching his peak in a short period of time.

If it were a real human body, doing this would likely cause the body to break down and die due to excessive strain.

When a shadow clone dies, it's merely a matter of its memories returning; it can still recreate a clone by allocating a large amount of its energy.

"Aion's situation shouldn't be so serious that it requires consuming this shadow clone's body..."

The shadow clone Sig's mind raced with thoughts as it sped away.

...............

Island 1, outside the ruins of the population auction house.

"Doflamingo, huh... Then I'll take these slaves."

Celestial Dragon Roswald nodded to the host, Disco, in approval.

Behind Disco were dozens of slaves of various races who had been recaptured from the human auction house and were now being used as bargaining chips to appease the Celestial Dragons.

"This is outrageous..." The navy men were filled with shock and anger.

"They actually conducted a slave trade right in front of our navy, and one of the parties involved was even a Shichibukai..."

At first, I was angry, but later, a feeling of bewilderment gradually welled up in my heart.

As members of the Navy, their duty dictates that they cannot disobey the Celestial Dragons.

However, from the perspective of justice, the sordid scene before us is wrong no matter how you look at it.

"Don't act rashly; prioritize the overall situation," an older veteran advised.

"These things are not uncommon, you'll get used to them, and there's nothing we can change... Besides, think about it, what is the purpose of our operation this time?"

The other young marines pondered for a moment, then their clenched fists gradually loosened, and their sense of bewilderment deepened.

Why did the Navy come here? Are they here to capture the Supernovas who are gathering on this island and may cause harm?

of course not.