I collect everything in the One Piece world.

Then, the sticker in the palm of the hand emitted a faint glow.

Boom! Boom!

The two shells, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, slammed violently into the wall behind them.

Bricks and stones crumbled, smoke and dust filled the air, and a huge gap was blasted open in the sturdy wall in an instant.

"There's an exit!"

The slaves reacted instantly; their survival instinct overcame their fear, and they helped each other through the gap, hastily escaping this infernal inferno.

As they disappeared into the moonlight, Morsen turned around and looked at Horn, who was lying limp on the ground.

He stepped forward, grabbed Horn by the neck with one hand like a chick, lifted him up, and dragged him to the very edge of the auction stage, so that he could clearly see the countless twisted and screaming human figures in the sea of ​​fire below and feel the scorching heat waves rushing towards him.

"Ugh...ho..." Horn was choking and had difficulty breathing. His delicate makeup was smeared with sweat, and his expensive velvet dress was covered with dust and stains.

He could even smell the nauseating stench of burning flesh and hear the dying cries of several familiar faces—a thousand times more terrifying than any hellish scene he had ever witnessed.

"Please...please let me go!"

"Whatever you want... I can give it to you!"

"Money... women... are all acceptable!"

Horn forced a voice out of his throat, trying to maintain the last shred of his "big boss" dignity, and attempted to negotiate with Morsen.

"You should know that even if you kill me, it won't make a difference! The slave trade will not stop!"

"That's just how the world is! Can you kill everyone by yourself?! You can't change anything!"

Mosen looked down at this scumbag who was already teetering on the brink of death but still insisted on his own logic, and let out a sneer from behind his mask.

“I know.” His voice, through the mask, was eerily calm: “I never thought I could kill everyone, nor did I ever imagine that I could wipe out the entire industry by myself.”

"I'm just creating a legend, a nightmare, a ghost that will forever haunt you scum."

“From now on, every time you count the blood-stained banknotes in the dead of night, every time you go into the warehouse to check the ‘goods’, you will think of me and be afraid of me.”

"I want the name Black Cat Sheriff and this mask to become a steel needle stuck in your hearts, a shadow you can never shake off."

“I want everyone to know that you people are nothing special. People die when they are killed, and you are no exception.”

Chapter 19, People Die When They Are Killed, A Mad Plan

Horn's pupils contracted. He understood Morsen's meaning: he wanted to stir up trouble in the stagnant Sabaody Archipelago, to remind people that there was an option of resistance and murder when faced with the slave trade, and that the consequences of this option were not as terrible as they had imagined.

“Madman! You madman!” Horn roared hoarsely.

"Do you think this will work? No way! At the very top of this chain are the Celestial Dragons! The world's nobles! Their desires are the root of the problem!"

"What's the use of killing so many of us? Do you dare lay a finger on a Celestial Dragon?! You don't! You only dare to bully us! You..."

"What do you think you're still alive for?" Mosen interrupted his hysterical roar, his voice suddenly turning cold, and the hand gripping his neck tightened again, turning his following words into a hoarse, breathy sound.

Horn's roar abruptly stopped, his bloodshot eyes widening as he stared at Morsen in disbelief.

Mosen continued, enunciating each word clearly: "I'll ask, you answer. That way, I can let you die a little more painlessly."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind just throwing you down there, so you can experience the 'warmth' your guests are enjoying."

Horn shuddered, staring at the raging sea of ​​fire below, his eyes filled with terror.

"When do Celestial Dragons usually go to human auction houses?"

"Their usual route of movement, the configuration of their accompanying guards..."

"Tell me everything you know about the Celestial Dragons' habits and details at auctions."

One question after another relentlessly pounded on Horn's nerves, pushing him to the brink of collapse.

"You...you're really crazy...you actually want to..." Horn's voice trembled. He never expected that this madman would actually want to attack a Celestial Dragon.

Mosen didn't say anything, but grabbed Horn's little finger with his left hand and snapped it in the opposite direction!

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound of bones breaking was accompanied by Horn's pig-like screams, which suddenly rang out.

“Wrong answer. You still have nine fingers, and many other parts of your body,” Morsen said coldly, his voice completely flat.

Faced with absolute power, Horn had no chance to resist, and his psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Tears streaming down his face, he endured the excruciating pain of his severed finger and poured out everything he knew about the Celestial Dragons and the human auction house, as if spilling beans.

Mosen listened quietly, taking in every detail.

When Horn could no longer extract any valuable information and was left only with repeated pleas for mercy, Morsen nodded.

"Very good, thank you for your cooperation. Be more careful in your next life, and remember to be a good person."

As soon as he finished speaking, he twisted Horn's neck sharply!

"Crack!"

Horn's head was tilted to one side at an eerie angle, his eyes frozen in fear and disbelief.

Mosen let go, and the man who once held sway in the underworld of Sabaody collapsed limply at the edge of the auction platform, eventually being swallowed by the waning flames below.

After glancing one last time at the increasingly raging flames behind him, Morsen's figure flickered, passing through the large hole that had just been blasted open, and quietly disappeared into the night of Chambord.

The auction house burned for most of the night, the flames reddening the surrounding night sky. Later, through word of mouth, it became the bloodiest and most dramatic part of the "Black Cat Detective" legend.

……

The next afternoon, at Xia Qi's extortion bar.

Sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

The bar was quiet, with only the soft sound of Shakky wiping glasses behind the bar and Rayleigh slowly sipping his drink.

Mosen sat at the table, with a collection of illustrations of his Devil Fruit abilities spread out in front of him, as well as a large pile of various dangerous items and weapons.

He was constantly using his abilities to turn these things into stickers and then collect them into his collection.

Beside him, Rayleigh watched Morsen's fluid, stamp-like movements thoughtfully, took a swig of wine, and couldn't help but speak again:

"Kid, are you really sure you want to do this? Make your move right here at the human auction house? And your target is still those Celestial Dragons?"

Rayleigh put down his glass and tapped the bar unconsciously with his fingers. He said in a deep voice, "That's not as simple as killing a few corrupt marines and slave traders. It's a direct provocation against the World Government."

"You will be relentlessly hunted down by the CP0, the Navy, and the violent machinery of other world governments."

It must be said that Morsen's boldness and decisiveness have repeatedly refreshed Rayleigh's understanding.

He admired this spirit and persistence, but he was also aware of the dangers hidden behind these actions. However, seeing how well-prepared Morsen was, he might actually be able to give those Celestial Dragons a surprise.

Lali, who was helping to tidy up some ordinary items, immediately looked up and retorted after hearing Riley's words, "Brother Morsen won't die! He's the strongest and bravest! He can definitely do it!"

After spending these few days together, Lali has come to regard Morsen as her most admired idol and savior, and has blind faith in him.

Hearing Larry's words, Mosen smiled, stopped what he was doing, and gently ruffled Larry's hair, saying, "Lari is right."

Then, he closed his collection catalog and looked at Rayleigh: "Uncle Rayleigh, Celestial Dragons die when they are killed, and their blood is red. What's there to be afraid of?"

"Besides, I didn't just rush in blindly; I had a plan."

"Besides, what 'Black Cat Sheriff' did has nothing to do with me, Morsen. I'm just a young collector and adventurer."

"My journey has only just begun in Chambord, how could it end so easily?"

After saying that, he stood up and looked at the street scene outside where bubbles were floating, and said in a deep voice.

"Since we're already here and have already done this, it's only natural that it should have some effect."

I want to personally shatter the myth of the inviolability of the descendants of gods, and let some people know that they were not born noble, and that their privileges are not eternal.

"That way, all my hard work these past few days hasn't been completely wasted, has it?"

As usual, Mosen spoke in a very calm tone, saying some things that made people's jaws drop.

Hearing this, Xia Qi, who was behind the bar, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, a smile curving her lips: "I've never seen such an interesting and daring little guy like you. I really want to see how much of a storm you can stir up at sea next."

"Haha, I definitely won't let you down, Sister Xiaqi," Mo Sen said confidently with a smile.

Rayleigh didn't say anything more at this point, but his tone became more serious:

"Your talent is quite good, but only geniuses who survive are true geniuses. No matter how meticulous your plan is, you must always remember to leave yourself an escape route."

During this time, Rayleigh also learned about Morsen's abnormal talent through teaching him Armament Haki and Observation Haki.

Although it has only been a few days, Mosen has already mastered the basics of Armament Haki, and even his Observation Haki has been mastered due to his exceptional talent.

Such genius truly amazed Rayleigh, which is why he felt it would be a great pity if anything happened to Morsen.

With his unique Devil Fruit ability, exceptional learning ability, highly practical swordsmanship, and the talent of possessing two types of Haki, Rayleigh believed that as long as Morsen continued to grow, he would soon make a name for himself on the high seas.

"Don't worry, Uncle Rayleigh."

"Besides, with the legendary 'Pluto' helping me, what do I have to be afraid of? There's definitely no problem!" Mosen winked and smiled.

He then left the bar without lingering.

Rayleigh smiled helplessly, shook his head, and picked up his wine glass: "This kid... his mentality is more stable than this old man's."

Xia Qi elegantly stubbed out her cigarette and smiled, "That's what makes him so special."

"Speaking of which, how can he ask you to help him? He caused such a commotion at the human auction house and is targeting the Celestial Dragons... You'll be under a lot of pressure if you help him."

Upon hearing this, Rayleigh touched his nose, smiled a little embarrassedly, and said with a laugh, "It's nothing, just some old tricks and routines."

Xia Qi raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, nodded knowingly, and didn't ask any more questions.

Only Lali blinked her big eyes, seemingly understanding but not quite. However, she firmly believed that Brother Morsen's plan would succeed because he was a good person and a hero, and heroes never fail!

Chapter 20, The Human Auction House, the Sense of Security Brought by the Celestial Dragons (Please read on!)

In the Sabaody Archipelago, beneath the Yarchiman Mangrove Tree numbered "1", the massive human auction house was in operation as usual.

Despite the fact that over the past month, the terrifying legend of "Black Cat Detective" has cast a dark shadow over the illegal slave trade in the region.

But this iconic site, which symbolized the pinnacle of the slave trade in Chambord and even the world, was largely unaffected, and the monthly grand auction was neither postponed nor canceled.

On the contrary, this time the invitations they promoted were exceptionally luxurious, and the wording was even more enticing.