92 A Costly Blip on the Radar #92

nside his luxurious office, located within the opulent Royal Palace in Balsa City, Dressrosa, Donquixote Doflamingo sat behind a grand mahogany desk, surrounded by stacks of reports and documents. His signature sunglasses gleamed under the golden rays of sunlight filtering through the ornate windows.

As he meticulously reviewed the reports, footsteps echoing down the corridor disrupted his attention. Doflamingo raised an eyebrow, curious about the disturbance. Moments later, the door to his office swung open forcefully, revealing Trebol, one of his trusted executives and a core member of the Donquixote Family.

Trebol strolled into the room with a carefree demeanor, his face adorned with a mischievous grin. Without wasting a second, he approached Doflamingo, his voice carrying a sense of nonchalance. "Hey, young master, we've got ourselves a bit of a situation in Sabaody," he casually stated as if discussing the latest gossip.

Doflamingo's eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses as he leaned back in his chair, his interest piqued. "Oh? Pray, do tell, Trebol," he responded, his tone masking his curiosity.

Trebol leaned in closer, a habit he couldn't seem to break, despite the occasional remarks about his personal space. Ignoring the discomfort it caused, he continued. "Well, it's our slavery business, you see," he began, his tone laid-back. "You already know the human auction house got blown to pieces a month ago. Those pesky kidnap gangs got spooked and scattered like roaches."

Doflamingo's lips curled into a wicked smile, his amusement evident. "Blown to pieces, you say?" he murmured, relishing in the chaos. "And who might be responsible for such a thrilling turn of events?"

Trebol shrugged nonchalantly, maintaining his close proximity to Doflamingo. "Who knows, boss? But I heard a marine soldier fighting a pirate was responsible. The world is full of surprises," he replied with a noncommittal shrug. "But here's the thing, those gangs we were dealing with decided they'd had enough of Disco's cheating and bolted. Can you believe it?"

Doflamingo chuckled, savoring the disruption. "Disco, always the troublemaker," he remarked, his voice laced with amusement. "It doesn't matter... we can always find more lowlives, and Disco will reopen the auction house sometime today..." He added with a grin.

Trebol's carefree smile momentarily faltered, replaced by a hint of concern. "Well, boss, I gotta say, this little incident cost us quite a hefty sum," he admitted, his tone shifting slightly to reflect the financial implications. "And what's really got me thinking is that it all happened almost simultaneously. It Makes me wonder if someone's trying to mess with our business."

Doflamingo's eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses as he leaned forward, his gaze piercing. "You always worry too much, Trebol," he replied, his voice exuding confidence. "Do you think any of the small fries in Sabaody would dare get in the way of my business...?" He asked with a grin.

"Even the Marines can only watch from the sidelines and turn the other way..." Doflamingo said with a chuckle. "They know better than to poke the hornet's nest...."

Trebol's eyebrows furrowed momentarily, but he quickly shrugged off his concerns, a renewed sense of carefreeness enveloping him. "You're right, boss. Who could possibly have the guts to take on the Donquixote Family?" he asked rhetorically, a smirk tugging on his lips.

Doflamingo leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxing as he dismissed Trebol's worries with a wave. "Exactly, Trebol. We are untouchable. I basically have everyone by the balls..." he affirmed, his voice filled with unwavering confidence.

Trebol's carefree smile returned, his worries dissipating into thin air. "I guess those incidents in Sabaody may be a blip on the radar, but they won't even scratch the surface of our business..."

"As long as you understand, then it's fine... now get out of here and let me finish my work..." Doflamingo said with a grin. "Also, you're too close..." He added, pushing away Trebol's face.

Trebol chuckled and stepped back, his carefree demeanor unaffected by Doflamingo's comment. "Sure thing, young master. I'll leave you to it," he said, his mischievous grin widening. "But remember, if anything else comes up, you know where to find me."

Doflamingo waved him off dismissively, his attention already shifting to the reports on his desk. "Yes, yes, I know. You're always lurking somewhere nearby," he replied, his voice tinged with amusement. "Now go, and let me work in peace."

Trebol offered a mock salute before turning around and strolling out of the office, his footsteps fading down the corridor. As the door closed behind him, Doflamingo was once again immersed in the world of power plays and calculated maneuvers that defined his position as one of the most influential figures in the underworld.

With a wicked smile, Doflamingo leaned forward, his mind filled with visions of control and dominance. The incident in Sabaody may have caused a momentary disruption, but he knew it was just a minor obstacle in the grand schemes.

The Donquixote Family's hold on the underworld was unshakable, and any attempts to challenge their authority would only fuel their hunger for power.

As he delved back into his work, Doflamingo's thoughts swirled with plans and schemes, his ambition burning brighter than the sun. The world would soon witness the full extent of the Donquixote Family's brutality, and those who dared to stand in their way would face a terrible fate.

In the extravagant Royal Palace, behind closed doors, the shadow of Doflamingo's influence loomed, casting a dark and twisted veil over the seas. The Donquixote Family was ready to unleash chaos and assert dominance, and nothing would stand in their way.

...

From a concealed vantage point outside the soon-to-be-reopened human auctioning house, Cedric observed the bustling activity inside. Workers scurried around, putting the final touches in place for the grand reopening. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and a hint of unease, an undercurrent of emotions Cedric could sense even from his hidden position.

Disguised in inconspicuous attire, Cedric remained unseen, his eyes keenly surveying the facade of the building for any signs of movement or familiar faces. The human auctioning house he had previously destroyed with great effort was now meticulously rebuilt within just a month.

A playful grin played on Cedric's lips as he watched the grandeur of the reconstructed auction house. The management behind this abhorrent business was oblivious to the scheme he had woven within their ranks. Unbeknownst to them, the very people they had employed—kidnap gangs who had once worked for Disco, the establishment's manager—were now working in harmony under the influence of Duval.

And they wanted nothing more than to burn down the human auctioning house and rip Disco to shreds.

During the past month, Cedric had mercilessly hounded and vrutalized the kidnap gangs that worked for Disco, driving them to the edge of despair. And in their darkest moment, Duval appeared, the same man who exposed Disco's scam to them.

Duval told them that Disco had leaked their information to the Marines because they repelled against the human slavery organization, and the desperate gang leaders had no reason to doubt his words.

Soon, almost every kidnap gang united under Duval's leadership, brought together by their grudge against Disco and their desire to retain their freedom and illegal business. Today was the day they struck back.

...

As the doors of the freshly rebuilt human auctioning house swung open, the atmosphere outside was teeming with excitement. Disco, dressed in a flashy suit and wearing a smug grin, stepped forward to welcome the eager customers.

Disco walked forward, basking in the spotlight, his smug grin stretching wider as he raised his hands to silence the crowd's murmurs. "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, welcome to the grand reopening of the prestigious human auctioning house!" he announced, his voice dripping with false charm.

As Disco's voice boomed through the room, announcing the reopening of the auction, the air suddenly grew tense. The members of the kidnap gangs, disguised among the attendees, exchanged covert glances, their eyes gleaming with determination. It was the moment they had been waiting for.

In an instant, chaos erupted within the auction house. Several loud explosions reverberated through the area as several gangsters waiting at a vantage point retrieved their hand canons and bombarded the walls of the auction house.

Disco's initial confusion quickly turned to panic as he found himself at the center of a relentless onslaught. He tried to shout orders, but the cacophony of screams and crashing walls drowned his voice.

Fueled by their grudge and sheer will to survive and continue their business, The gang members fought with raw intensity. They wielded various weapons, their strikes precise and calculated. It was a symphony of vengeance, and Disco was the unwitting conductor of his own demise.

Despite the chaos, Cedric watched from a distance, his eyes filled with satisfaction and amusement. Everything was going according to plan, and now he only needed to wait for the kidnap gangs to tear down the auction house.