Chapter 123: An Easy Victory

Under the moonlight, everyone collectively froze.

Victory? How did they win?!

Not to mention the two Mink Tribe warriors and the group of Mink Tribe children on the side of the Beast Island, as well as the intelligent beasts; 

Even the members of the Donquixote Family were puzzled. Those beasts were not weak, and there were even some exceptional creatures like Kung Fu Sea Cows who had mastered "Armament Haki."

After a fierce battle, it could be said that everyone was half-crippled. Only Doflamingo and Rosinante were in slightly better condition. How could they claim victory?

Rosinante, you've eaten the "Silent Fruit," not some "Word-Control Fruit"...

"Since I said victory belongs to us, naturally, we have already won."

Rosinante stood up, pulled the third-generation Kokuto that had been used to support him after exhausting himself out of the ground, and while leisurely sheathing his sword, he looked up at the man in the sky standing on a bird's back, dancing and gesticulating without making a sound.

"Breede... or should I say, Mr. Breede?"

"In regards to my declaration of victory, you don't have any objections, do you?"

In the sky, a young man with a small stature but dressed in splendid attire, exuding a perverted aura, turned pale, his face alternately blue and white, his mouth kept opening and closing, and the whip in his hand waved aimlessly. His face froze in a state of dread, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

"Is this how you look when you lose your Devil Fruit power, which you relied on for so long?"

Rosinante shook his head disdainfully, not even bothering to look at such a useless guy without his Devil Fruit.

"Get down from there!"

Doflamingo, on the other hand, didn't have such a good temper. He raised the uninjured hand and gave it a tug in mid-air, causing the eagle-headed lion-like creature flying in the sky to plummet.

Bang!

The enormous flying beast crashed fiercely into the ruins of the dock, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Thump!

The diminutive man, who had also fallen to the ground, rolled a few times. His round top hat fell into the dust, his ostentatious tailcoat was covered in dirt, and even his leather whip was nowhere to be seen...

But he didn't care about all that. He was frantically clutching his own throat, his face filled with panic.

"Don't waste your energy."

As Rosinante's voice reached him, the nearly frantic man, as if petrified, stiffly turned his head in response. In his line of sight, all he saw were the grim faces of the Donquixote Family members.

And the hateful glares of the intelligent beasts, as well as the Minotaur warrior Rody, the Mink Tribe beauty Little Luffy with her blood-red childlike appearance.

"I have eaten the 'Silent Fruit,'"

With the situation settled, Rosinante didn't mind explaining his ability according to "the rules of this world."

"I can create soundless areas of varying sizes. Right now, your head is wrapped in such an area. It's impossible for you to give orders to those who have been affected by your ability, whether they're animals, intelligent beasts, or Mink Tribe."

What?!

As Rosinante finished speaking, the man's face turned into one of despair!

Thump!

He fell to his knees on the ground, his head continuously knocking against the ruins. Even though there was no sound due to Rosinante's small "soundless barrier," anyone could see his pleading posture.

"Rosinante, what's going on?!"

Doflamingo furrowed his brows, unable to imagine that they had almost been pushed to the brink by such a "waste."

"This guy has eaten a Devil Fruit called the 'Pet-Pet Fruit,'"

Rosinante pointed at the man who was continuously knocking his head in supplication and explained to the others:

"The Fruit user can create green collars. Once they're put on someone, they become obedient 'pets' of the user. It doesn't matter if they're animals, intelligent beasts, or the Mink Tribe—"

"But because of the nature of this ability, once I 'silenced' him, as you all saw."

With the situation revealed, the man turned out to be nothing more than a complete loser.

"I see..."

Everyone suddenly realized, this was what Rosinante meant by a "Fruit ability that heavily depended on it."

Without waiting for the Donquixote Family to take any action, a burly figure had already rushed over. With his fingers as thick as carrots, he reached out and lifted the groveling man into the air.

"Breede!"

"Is this all your doing?"

"Is your ability responsible for those slave traders who attacked us?!"

Confronted by the Minotaur warrior, who had lightning occasionally coursing through his iron-like arms and had him gripped in his palm, the man writhed in agony, his mouth continuously opening and closing.

Unfortunately, there was still no sound.

"He says: All of this was Big Brother Gaimon's idea, and he was just following orders."

The words from behind made the towering Minotaur warrior turn his head, and Rosinante, who was walking over, shrugged.

"Because of the Fruit ability's characteristics, I took some time to learn 'lip reading.' —Of course, whether you believe it or not is up to you. Whether you want to continue the battle we just had, it's entirely up to you now."

...

"No,"

"The Mink Tribe wouldn't be so ungrateful."

The feeling of being completely controlled was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation for a warrior!

Minotaur warrior Rody shook his bovine head, then sincerely bowed and saluted Rosinante and the others.

"For your kindness, I will never forget. Please wait for a moment."

He turned around to look at the struggling man in his hand, and in his huge cow-like eyes, there was nothing but naked killing intent and hatred.

"Breede, remove the collars from my tribe members' necks!"

...

However, apart from continuous struggling, the man he held by the neck didn't make any other moves. There was even a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Right, these guys still need me to remove their abilities. There's still a chance...

"Hahaha, you big oaf."

Doflamingo, who had one arm hanging, also walked over and pushed up his sunglasses.

"Don't you know the common sense that a Devil Fruit user's abilities disappear upon their death?"

!

In an instant, the last glimmer of hope shattered, and the man named Breede stopped struggling. His pants suddenly became wet, and a foul smell filled the air.

"Thank you very much,"

After thanking Doflamingo, the Minotaur warrior didn't kill the man he was holding, but instead threw him forward.

?!

Breede, who had thought he was doomed, was stunned, and then his survival instincts made him crawl forward. However, his path was blocked by a massive claw.

Raising his head, he saw a group of strange and vengeful-looking intelligent beasts surrounding him.

It's over...

The next moment, claws, giant beaks, sharp fangs, and fists... all the attacks fell on this man simultaneously, leaving him with his mouth wide open, unable even to beg for mercy!

Squelch, tear, crunch, crunch...

Amidst a series of tearing and chewing sounds, Breede, the user of the "Pet-Pet Fruit" ability, died in the hands of his own "pets," and his body was obliterated.

"Rosinante, what are you thinking?"

Facing Doflamingo's question, Rosinante waved his hand.

"Nothing, it's just that this scene vaguely reminds me of something I've seen before."

Although he had forgotten the name of the officer from the Jeet family back then, the memories of almost being killed by a pack of hunting dogs while he was still weak were still fresh in his mind.

"Next..."

Rosinante turned his head and looked at the other side:

Little Luffy from the Mink Tribe had already exited her "Moon Lion" state and returned to her girlish appearance. She ran over to the group of Mink Tribe children, crouched down, and after learning the situation, kept apologizing profusely to the blood-soaked Pickles.

"Tonight's battle ends here. Does anyone have any objections?"

Rosinante's voice spread across the entire dock, preparing to put an end to this battle.

"We have no objections,"

The bull-headed Mink Tribe member answered in a deep voice, his spirit greatly diminished.

It wasn't just the aftereffects of the Moon Lion state, but also the shock to his beliefs caused by the news that their "savior," "tribe member," and "big brother" Gaimon was the mastermind behind their enslavement that had deeply shaken him.

"Cough, I think the most important thing for us right now is to receive medical treatment."

Toribpol, who was supported by Vergo, coughed repeatedly. Compared to the heavily trained Vergo, who had also mastered Armament Haki, Toribpol had much poorer physical resilience and was naturally the most seriously injured.

"Who made you so lazy normally?"

Giving Toribpol a glare, Rosinante turned his head and tilted the Donquixote Jolly.

"Let's go, everyone. Let's go back and tend to our injuries first."

...

The next day,

The terrifying sounds of battle had resounded for most of the night, leaving the residents of the city on the Beast Island on edge throughout the night.

After daybreak, some people dared to venture to the dock to investigate. What they saw was a scene of devastation! The entire dock had been turned into ruins, with a trench stretching for hundreds of meters, charred by lightning strikes...

Compared to all this, the sword marks that split houses in half and the claw marks on trees were nothing.

Even the pirate ships moored at the dock were scattered on the sea, looking like they had capsized, sending shivers down the spines of anyone who witnessed it.

The battle between powerhouses was this terrifying!

To ordinary people, it was no different from a natural disaster.

At this moment, a group of figures appeared on the deck of the Donquixote ship.

Swoosh,

As the group jumped down from the deck, at the forefront was Doflamingo, wearing a pink feathered coat, a black suit, and a red tie, with red sunglasses.

And walking beside him, wearing a black feathered coat, a white casual outfit, her golden hair tied into a ponytail, with the third-generation Kokuto hanging from her waist, was Rosinante.

Behind the two of them were a tall Diamente, a cane-wielding Trebol, a mini-giant-sized Pica, a stern Vergo, an elegant Jora, a gentlemanly Pickles, and the Gladiolus siblings.

Although most of them were wrapped in bandages, the residual aura of their fierce battle from the previous night had not dissipated. As their gaze swept across, everyone who was spying on them immediately withdrew their heads and hid behind buildings, trees, and city walls, trembling in fear.

The battle between the strong was like this!

To ordinary people, it was no different from a calamity.

And at this moment, on the deck of the Donquixote ship, there was a man with a proud and domineering aura, who appeared exceptionally conspicuous.

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