One Piece: True Several Thousand Hands, rampaging across Marineford!

He can't possibly help every pitiful person he sees; he can only help temporarily, not forever. It might feel good for him to get involved, but what happens after he's gone…

The world is sick.

What this world needs is neither cold-blooded, ruthless machinery, nor 'saints' overflowing with maternal love.

After the incident was over, the little beggar limped home.

Kahn followed silently, passing through an alley and plunging into a completely different world.

It was cramped, dirty, messy, and dilapidated.

This is the truth behind it all.

"To understand a world, you must look at its dark side, not just its glamorous side. The dark side is a microcosm, while the glamorous side is merely a facade..."

Kahn inexplicably recalled this sentence.

"This island is a relatively prosperous island in the books, and books are credible; at least it has a prosperous side."

Kahn secretly used his ability to heal the little beggar.

He turned around and went to find a place that interested him.

One hour later.

"Little brother, what are you looking for?"

"Let's find an interesting place." Kahn felt the intense gaze on him and turned to look.

A woman wearing a black top hat and a white dress, nearly three meters tall, with a noblewoman's figure and a slightly pale face, was smiling at her.

Every glance and smile exudes elegance and nobility.

"Want to come play with your sister?"

Chapter 29 The Charming Street (Please continue reading!)

"Want to come play with your sister?"

In a dimly lit environment.

This woman, with an extremely hot figure and an air of noble sophistication, extended an invitation to Kahn.

The pure white low-cut long dress perfectly showcases the surging waves, the two sides of the strait gazing at each other, and the deep trench is extremely mysterious, making people reflect on why their gaze is involuntarily drawn to it.

Compared to the elegantly dressed, foul-mouthed nobleman I had seen before, this lady before me possessed a more aristocratic air, radiating elegance and unique charm at all times.

She is just too big.

In Kahn's memory, she was second only to Charlotte Linlin, a top-ranking officer in the pirate crew, and a female giant among the officers.

This is a world with an average size of G.

This woman has surpassed G!

"Who are you?" Kahn looked at the woman in front of him with suspicion.

He met this woman by chance and had no intention of talking to her, but she took the initiative to come to him.

"...Just call me Sister Miller."

The woman, who looked to be about eight feet tall, bowed deeply with great sincerity, saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Mrs. Miller? You mean... what's so fun about this?" Kahn, with his sword in his arms, didn't know her purpose, but randomly drawing his sword to kill someone wasn't in his nature.

Miller countered, "What's your name?"

Kahn replied, "The King."

Miller looked fascinated, his face flushed, and said, "What a powerful name, and such beautiful eyes."

Kahn: "..."

This woman seems to have a serious problem!

“Come with me, little brother.” Miller beckoned.

"You haven't told me what fun things there are. I came here to find interesting places." Kahn came here to see if there were any special forces. Generally speaking, the dark side of an island is more or less shrouded by dark forces.

These forces were well hidden, and he couldn't find them.

Miller smiled gently. "Your clothes are spotless. If such a clean and elegant little brother were on this island... I couldn't possibly not have seen him before. He must be from outside. Instead of going to the bustling city, you've come here to attend the recent underground auction, right? Let me take you there."

Underground auction?

An interesting place.

While Kahn was still thinking, a woman named Miller walked up gracefully, took his hand without a word, and started walking slowly with him.

"Hey~ Mrs. Miller, are you sure you're going to take me to the auction? If you're trying to kidnap a child, I'll call the Navy with a Den Den Mushi." Kahn chattered like a child, his mind calm as he secretly observed his surroundings.

Miller simply turned her head, gave him a gentle smile, and said, "No, not at all~"

The woman's back was exposed, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin, showcasing a fatal flaw and allure.

Kahn touched his back with his only remaining hand.

I really want to give her cupping therapy.

Such a good back is rare.

He learned massage and therapeutic techniques from the old man in order to maintain his physical condition, and for a time he made a living from it.

Kahn was led by the hand into various dark and damp alleys, winding his way through one bend after another.

They walked for most of the day.

The two arrived at a brightly lit, luxurious building, similar to a clubhouse.

"Is this place legitimate?" Kahn asked a man in black beside him as he was about to enter through the gate.

"..."

Why aren't you answering? I'm asking you if this place is legitimate or not.

"..."

The two entered the building.

One of the guards in black asked curiously, "Why would Mrs. Miller bring a little kid who doesn't know anything with her?"

Another man in black laughed and said, "You don't understand how healthy children are."

"That kid really does look young and good-looking; I don't know who to envy more..."

Upon entering the building, the interior is remarkably opulent compared to the surrounding filth and decay, completely separate from the outside world.

There weren't many people in the hall, and most of them wore masks. Their demeanor suggested they were well-off.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have come here when I was so full.

They call it enriching life and spiritual culture.

Mrs. Miller.

"The children Mrs. Miller brought are so cute."

"..."

In the hall, many people who had concealed their identities greeted Mrs. Miller. It was clear that this elegant, noble, voluptuous, and mature woman held an extraordinary position here, and that she was a real person, definitely not some strange creature.

When Kahn first saw this woman, he felt that she was out of place with the environment, as if she were very strange. He could feel her life force when he touched her.

However, the life force he sensed was somewhat different from that of ordinary people.

"We've arrived." Miller released Kahn's hand and beckoned to a scantily clad waitress. "You and her prepare yourselves properly."

Without hesitation, Kahn took the waitress's hand.

"What are you standing there for? Take me to the auction." Kahn looked at the young waitress with disdain, wondering what to do next.

Anyway, Lady 'Eight Feet' is just a tool. Even if she has some extraordinary qualities, a small, broken island is still no match for a single hair of the Rocks Pirates.

"Ah~ uh... okay, please follow me, guest. The auction is still an hour and a half away." The girl subconsciously glanced at Kahn's face, her face slightly shy. "I... I will serve you well."

after awhile.

Inside the room.

Kahn lay comfortably on the bed, with the girl sitting on his back, her body drenched in sweat.

This girl has really good massage skills.

The service was also very attentive.

"Guest...guest, these are not included in our services," the girl reminded him, her hands aching terribly.

"What?!" Kahn was taken aback. He had worked as a temporary worker before and knew the ins and outs of this kind of thing. He immediately took out some money from his clothes and handed it to the girl. "Keep going, don't stop."

The girl took the money, gave a wry smile, and continued the massage.

She was Mrs. Miller's maid.

You came here prepared for that, so why do this?

One hour later.

The young woman lay on the bed, utterly despondent, soaked to the bone, her face flushed, panting heavily.

My hands are almost not my own anymore.

Kahn finished his shower and strolled out leisurely.

The girl on the bed was staring at him with a resentful look. She was supposed to be the one helping him take a bath and providing some special services.

My hands are numb now.

“I’ve already said… I don’t provide this kind of service…” the girl said resentfully, “I provide the kind of more comfortable service.”

"...What kind of service is that?" Kahn asked, his eyes filled with confusion.

He fell into deep thought, then suddenly realized something.

It dawned on me.

He picked up the Den Den Mushi that was attached to his thigh and tapped it a few times.