One Piece : From Slave to Fleet Admiral

"Hey! What are you two doing? Didn't I tell you to wear something more revealing? Hurry up! I didn't spend all this money to see this kind of trash!"

The branch base commander known as Wild Dog was drunkenly eyeing the two women on stage, his expression utterly repulsive.

Surrounding him were ugly bastard slave traders, each accompanied by one or two women who endured their groping hands in silence, not daring to resist.

The two women on stage looked fearfully at Wild Dog below.

Their outfits were already down to the last two pieces, yet he remained unsatisfied, demanding they remove those too.

Unlike the kept women, these two had been forcibly taken from around the world by slave traders—selected for their looks among the captives and forced to perform this vulgar dance.

Though they knew the consequences of disobedience, their human dignity made their movements slow with hesitation.

Seeing their reluctance, Wild Dog's face twisted with displeasure.

He roughly squeezed the woman beside him before snarling.

"You go strip those two completely, or you'll take their place!"

Terror flashed across the woman's face.

Her own clothes were already sparse, with one piece forcibly removed by Wild Dog.

To preserve what little dignity she had left, she quickly stood and approached the two women, her expression full of shame and fear.

Though terrified, the two women didn't resist.

They knew any defiance would bring worse punishment—possibly even dragging this innocent woman down with them.

The slave traders watched with growing excitement as Wild Dog laughed.

"Kekekeke! This is exactly what I love to see! Watching the weak tear each other apart, writhing like maggots beneath my feet—that's my greatest motivation for power! What's the point of strength if not to humiliate the weak? The strong must crush the weak beneath them!"

His malice and vulgarity were completely unrestrained.

The surrounding slave traders enthusiastically echoed his sentiments.

"The base commander is right. We crawled out from those places precisely to experience this feeling of superiority, isn't it? I remember when I bought this woman, she apparently had a lover. That trash showed me the expression of a defeated dog right in front of me. Even now, just thinking about it still excites me endlessly!"

As he spoke, the slave trader pinched the woman's cheek beside him, then laughed and said.

"Hey, tell me, was that man your lover? Did he say a lot about buying you back? Hahahaha, now tell me, did he succeed?! Isn't he just trash?!"

Hearing the slave trader's words, the woman didn't say anything.

She just tightly closed her eyes, tears continuously streaming from their corners.

Seeing this, the slave trader laughed even louder.

He raised his hand high, then sneered.

"If you don't speak, I'll strip all your clothes off right here! Let you experience some of what those two felt. Hehahaha, say it! Say he's trash!"

The woman's face turned pale upon hearing this.

She looked at the slave trader, her face full of anguish.

But the next moment, as if having made some resolution, she placed her tongue between her teeth.

With a slight exertion, crimson blood began to flow from between her teeth.

Just as the woman was about to bite off her tongue to end her life, a cold voice reached everyone's ears.

"Forcing a lady to insult her beloved is your greatest pleasure, isn't it?"

Blue electric arcs flickered throughout the room.

Jake's figure had somehow appeared at the center of the room.

In his hands were several pieces of clothing, which he threw to the women.

Then, with an indifferent expression, he looked at the slave traders who had already aimed their guns at him and the commander still seated in his place.

The lighting was somewhat dim and Wild Dog didn't immediately recognize Jake.

He just sat there, squinting at Jake, then asked.

"Who are you? Why are you trespassing into a Marine base? Don't you know this is a serious crime? You could be imprisoned in Impel Down and experiencing hellish punishments while still alive!"

Wild Dog hoped to deter Jake this way.

After all, anyone sailing these seas knew of Impel Down, that place called hell on earth.

Combined with his Marine identity, this tactic had indeed scared off many people before.

But this time, Jake just looked at him, his voice eerily calm.

"Trespassing into a Marine base isn't a serious crime, nor would it warrant imprisonment in Impel Down. But a Marine base branch commander colluding with human traffickers, transporting and selling slaves, while amassing wealth by operating casinos and various entertainment venues within the Marine base—that is a serious crime. Unless something unexpected happens, you should be the one destined for Impel Down."

Hearing Jake's words, Wild Dog's face turned slightly green.

He knew full well the terrifying punishment he would face if his crimes were exposed.

It was at this moment he resolved that Jake absolutely must not leave this place alive!

The next moment, before anyone could react, he shoved aside the woman beside him, drew a pistol from his belt and fired several shots directly at Jake.

As the smell of gunpowder filled the room, the screams of the women and the laughter of the slave traders made everyone feel as if they were trapped in hell.

But the laughter and screams didn't last long—they came to an abrupt halt.

When the blue arcs of electricity slowly repaired his body, Jake remained standing in place, his expression unchanged.

The sight that unfolded before everyone's eyes left only two thoughts flashing through their minds.

'We're saved!' and 'We're doomed!'

Lightning scattered from Jake's fingertips, striking every man in the room except the women.

The agonized screams that followed nearly tore the roof apart.

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