Capone: Fortress of Ambition

At the round table, Bisacchi Louis spoke with a solemn expression, "Based on those who have already arrived on Black Fist Island and possess the strength to compete for the championship, the pirates are: from the Whitebeard Pirates, Marco the Phoenix and Diamond Jozu; from the Terror Pirates, Taku, Son of the Demon King of Terror; and then there's the recently arrived Fire Tank Pirates, with their captain, Demon Dragon Capone Bege, as well as his subordinates, Shadow Demon Gecko Moria, High-Pressure Cannon Riki, and Storm Swordmaster Modi. All of them have the strength to vie for the championship.

"Besides these individuals, there are many other powerful contestants. The quality of participants in this martial arts tournament far exceeds previous ones."

"I didn't expect this martial arts tournament to bring together so many powerhouses," Heavy Blade King Mike Feyton said, his face grave.

The others similarly felt a heavy pressure. Whether it was the Whitebeard Pirates or the Terror Pirates, both were overlord-level existences on the high seas. The younger generation from these prominent pirate crews were definitely opponents not to be underestimated.

Never mind the Whitebeard Pirates and the Terror Pirates; even the arrival of Bege's Fire Tank Pirates made the Bisacchi family feel immense pressure.

"I think the Beast Pirates will also send people," King of Combat Holyfield voiced. "They've always been very interested in Zoan Devil Fruits, and this time we're offering an Ancient Zoan. It's highly probable they'll dispatch someone."

The others nodded in agreement.

A smile appeared on Bisacchi Bourne's face. He looked at the four and laughed heartily, "Isn't this precisely our goal? The stronger the contestants in the martial arts tournament, the more exciting our competition will become."

"However, the Dragon-Eating Giant Eagle Devil Fruit absolutely cannot be given away. We'll have to rely on the four of you to stop them all as much as possible."

"But these are all formidable individuals, especially that Demon Dragon. He's even more so not to be taken lightly," Louis said gravely.

Bourne smiled cunningly. "My son, we are the organizers of this martial arts tournament. Isn't it a simple matter for us to manipulate things a little? Since these individuals are the most prominent of the younger generation on the seas, then let's put them in the same ring and let them fight it out!"

"But we can't make it too obvious. We have a total of four rings. We'll disperse these people. For those who are exceptionally strong, we'll assign them several other masters. For example, that Demon Dragon – let him face Marco the Phoenix from the Whitebeard Pirates and the Son of Terror. We can also send our own King-of-Fighters-level experts to obstruct them."

"Out of the four winning spots in the rings, we'll give them two at most. The other two spots will be our own. When it comes to the final four-person battle, it will depend on your strength."

"As long as we win the competition in the end, the benefits for our Bisacchi family will be immeasurable."

Bourne looked at Undefeated Boxing King Lisen and said seriously, "This time, the decisive championship match will mainly depend on you. You absolutely cannot lose."

Lisen was the strongest among the Four Great Kings and also the one the Bisacchi family relied on to win the martial arts tournament championship.

A confident smile touched Lisen's lips. "Rest assured, Patriarch. With that fruit, I will not lose."

"I think so too! Hahahaha!" Bourne roared with laughter.

"What Phoenix, what Son of Terror, what youngest great pirate on the seas – they'll all just be stepping stones for our Bisacchi family!"

Smiles appeared on the faces of the Four Great Kings, and the pressure in their hearts lessened considerably.

Bege took his group to register for the martial arts tournament. This time, all their officer-level men participated, causing a huge sensation at the registration.

After registering, Bege dismissed the group, allowing everyone to move about freely.

The large group dispersed with a cheer, heading off in various directions, arms slung over each other's shoulders.

Weevil didn't want to leave Bege, so Bege took him into a tavern.

The tavern was filled with quite a few people, many of them pirates. When they saw Bege walk in, they all lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Boss! Bring me your best wine and your best meat!" Weevil's voice was incredibly loud, audible throughout the entire tavern.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll get the good sirs the best wine and meat right away!" The tavern owner, seeing at a glance that Weevil was not someone to be trifled with, immediately nodded and bowed, instructing his staff to prepare the food and drinks.

Bege found an unoccupied corner and sat down. Weevil tapped the table with his chopsticks, grumbling discontentedly, "Why isn't it here yet? Hurry up with the wine and meat!"

"Sir, sir, the wine is here! The meat is still cooking and will take a little longer," a waiter, sweating profusely, ran over, poured wine for Weevil, and offered an apologetic smile.

Weevil downed a bowl of wine, smacked his lips, his eyes shining, and poured a bowl for Bege. "Brother, this wine is pretty good! It tastes very different from our Skypiea wine. It's delicious, you should try it quickly."

Bege took a sip and nodded slightly.

Weevil smiled even more happily. He glared at the waiter. "This little bit of wine isn't enough! Bring me a dozen more bottles! And hurry up with that meat! Drinking without meat isn't satisfying!"

"Yes, yes, yes, sir! I'll go urge the kitchen right away!" The waiter, scared into a cold sweat, nodded and bowed as he scurried away.

Afterward, Weevil, bored again, started tapping the table with his chopsticks, making the other patrons eating and drinking dare not voice their anger.

On the second floor of the tavern, there was only one table of customers.

A sinister-looking youth had his arms around two seductive women and was drinking. This youth was extremely thin, with sunken cheeks and heavy purple eyeshadow around his eyes, giving him a rather bizarre appearance.

At the tavern's staircase, two tall, burly men stood like stoic door gods. Anyone downstairs who glanced their way dared not ascend.

Weevil's grumbling sounds drifted upstairs, causing the sinister youth's expression to darken instantly.

"Young Master, it's so noisy downstairs," one of the seductive women leaned on the sinister youth's shoulder and complained softly.

The sinister youth looked at the two burly men standing by the stairs.

"Go down and slaughter that noisy person."

The sinister youth's words made the seductive woman who had just spoken turn pale instantly, her heart filled with extreme fear. How could she have known this youth was so brutal? Now, she forced a smile, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

The sinister youth looked at the woman's terrified expression and laughed even louder. He loved seeing others afraid.

"Young Master, the noisy person downstairs is a crew member of the Fire Tank Pirates. Their captain, Demon Dragon Capone Bege, is sitting right down there," one of the burly men hurriedly replied.

"Demon Dragon? The one hailed as the strongest of the new generation in the New World. I didn't expect him to come too. Yesterday I met Marco and Jozu, and today this Demon Dragon has also arrived. This martial arts tournament is getting too interesting! Let's go, we'll go meet him." The sinister youth's expression, initially dark, turned into a wide grin as he stood up and strode downstairs.

The sinister youth descended to the first floor. Guided by the burly man, he spotted Bege and then walked over with a wicked smile.

Bege glanced at the sinister youth, his brow furrowing slightly, but he paid him no further attention.

"Son of Terror Taku! Why is he here? Let's go, quickly!" Someone in the tavern recognized the sinister youth's identity, their face filled with horror. They immediately pulled their companion up and left hastily, so quickly that the tavern owner couldn't even catch up to them.

Many people fled in panic. Just his name alone was enough to scare people away; the Son of Terror truly lived up to his name.

This sinister youth came before Bege, looking down at him with a malevolent smile. "Demon Dragon Capone Bege, a pleasure to meet you."

Bege looked at him and said calmly, "Son of Terror, don't linger here. You're ruining my mood for drinking."