One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 314: Kaido Bows Head, He Actually Wants to Work Part-time?
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Chapter 314: Kaido Bows Head, He Actually Wants to Work Part-time?
"Um... Shopkeeper."
Sakazuki maintained that posture full of "justice," asking for battle. That shirt, strained tight by muscles, spoke of the Marine Admiral’s determination to "take the helm" in the kitchen. It had to be said—the sight was simply too absurd to behold.
Blake put down the coffee cup in his hand and rubbed the space between his eyebrows speechlessly. He looked at Sakazuki, whose face was written with "I want to improve," then looked at Doflamingo, who was frantically wiping tables beside him, trying to move the heavens with diligence. Finally, his gaze swept over the pirates staring at the bar like hungry wolves.
"Alright." Blake knocked on the table lightly, making a crisp sound. The sound wasn’t loud, but it was like a switch, instantly silencing the noisy tavern. Even the sound of the wind outside seemed to pause for a moment. This was the deterrence of an absolute controller.
"We’ll talk about the spots later." Blake leaned back lazily in the rocking chair, his gaze crossing over the crowd and landing on the gently swaying door. More precisely, it landed on the Crooked Neck Tree at the entrance, which was currently attracting much attention.
"How long have they been hanging?" Blake asked casually.
Doflamingo immediately stopped his work, answering accurately like a human timekeeper: "Answering Young Master, exactly three days and four hours."
"Three days..." Blake nodded thoughtfully. "Three days for drying bacon, the moisture should be about gone. If we leave them hanging, they might actually dry out, and it’s uncertain if they’ll sell for a good price then."
Hearing this, everyone present couldn’t help but twitch the corners of their mouths. Drying Four Emperors as bacon... And worrying they won’t sell well if they dry out... This is totally outrageous! Even those pirates who had seen big storms felt their scalps numb at this moment. This master’s brain circuitry was indeed not something mortals like them could understand.
"Doffy." Blake waved his hand, as casual as shooing a fly. "Go, let those two pieces of meat down. Leaving them hanging there affects the city’s appearance and blocks the view for those Celestial Dragons."
Pfft—
Sengoku was drinking tea and nearly sprayed it out when he heard "blocks the view for those Celestial Dragons." Good lord. You are killing the heart! That Celestial Dragon was headshot precisely because he complained those two blocked his view just now. Bringing this up now, do you think the psychological shadow area of those nobles isn’t big enough?
"Yes! Young Master!" Doflamingo didn’t hesitate at all. He had now fully adopted the role of "Chief Lackey." As long as Blake gave the order, forget releasing people—even if he was asked to rush out and strip the underwear off those Celestial Dragons right now, he wouldn’t even frown!
...
Outside the tavern.
The sunlight was somewhat dazzling. Tens of thousands of Marine soldiers, and countless pirates, still maintained that strange silence. Their gazes were locked tightly on those two "objects" swaying in the wind. Although they had been hanging for three days, and although the posture was shameful, these were two Emperor-level combatants after all! That invisible oppression still made people nearby feel difficulty breathing.
Creak—
Just then, the door of the tavern was slowly pushed open. Everyone shook and looked toward the door in unison. They saw Doflamingo walking out with that consistently arrogant splay-footed gait. His outfit right now was very strange—a waiter’s vest paired with pink sunglasses; it looked discordant no matter how you looked at it. But the expression on his face was more arrogant than ever before. This was the so-called "fox borrowing the tiger’s might." Backing up against a big tree makes for good shade; with the "Young Master" backing him, he looked at everyone like they were trash.
"Hey you, Sengoku!" Doflamingo pointed at the Navy formation, his tone extremely punchable. "Have your people back off a hundred meters. If they get crushed to death later, this shop takes no responsibility."
The veins on Sengoku’s forehead pulsed. But he knew better than to argue with this madman at a time like this, so he could only wave his hand to signal the troops to retreat. Once a clearing was made, Doflamingo nodded in satisfaction. He walked under the Crooked Neck Tree, looked up at the two big shots tied up like dumplings, and hooked the corner of his mouth into a teasing arc.
"Gentlemen, Young Master has spoken. If you’ve dried enough, come down. Don’t linger on the tree."
As soon as his voice fell, Doflamingo snapped his fingers.
Snap!
Those strange wooden vines that were originally tightly wrapped around Kaido and Golden Lion Shiki suddenly seemed to lose their life force. They withered and snapped instantly. The next second, two bodies as massive as mountains lost their support and plummeted straight down.
Boom—!! Boom—!!
Two muffled roars rang out almost simultaneously. The earth trembled violently. The dust kicked up was over ten meters high, instantly shrouding the entire tavern entrance. The surrounding crowd retreated in fear, craning their necks to stare fixedly at the dust cloud.
This was Kaido of the Beasts and Golden Lion Shiki! Hung up and humiliated like that for three days. Now that they were free... Would they go berserk instantly?! Would they flatten this Foosha Village directly?!
Akainu Sakazuki had also rushed to the door. His arms instantly turned into rolling magma, emitting black smoke. His expression was solemn to the extreme. If these two madmen really wanted to explode, even if he risked this life, he couldn’t let them disturb the Shopkeeper! After all... His "Magma Grilled Fish" hadn’t started cooking yet! If it got messed up now, that dungeon spot would go down the drain!
Whoosh—
A sea breeze blew past, and the dust gradually settled, revealing the scene inside. In those two deep pits, two figures were slowly climbing up.
Cough, cough, cough...
A fit of violent coughing came. Golden Lion Shiki’s appearance right now could only be described as tragic. That signature lion’s mane hair was now no different from a chicken coop, with a few withered leaves hanging from it. His face, already swollen from beatings, was now black and blue. His clothes were tattered, revealing the shriveled skin underneath. Most importantly, his eyes were somewhat unfocused, clearly having been drained of stamina by that strange Wood Release.
"Damn it..." Shiki swayed, barely standing steady. He looked down at his empty pant legs, then at the monster beside him who, although wretched, had all four limbs intact. A flash of imperceptible jealousy passed through his eyes.
And on the other side. That "Strongest Creature," Kaido of the Beasts. His condition wasn’t much better at this moment. But he was a monster bolstered by the Mythical Zoan Azure Dragon form, with amazing recovery capabilities. Even after hanging for three days without a drop of water, those terrifying muscles still looked like granite, full of explosive power.
Crack! Crack!
Kaido moved his stiff neck, producing a series of explosive sounds like popping beans. He slowly raised his head. Those bloodshot beast pupils scanned the surrounding crowd.
Hum—!!
A Conqueror’s Haki, weak but still violent to the extreme, swept across the field like substantial black lightning!
"Ugh..." A group of pirates close by rolled their eyes and foamed at the mouth, collapsing to the ground. Even some Marine field officers turned pale, their legs trembling. This was a Yonko! Even fallen, he was still a monster standing at the apex of the sea!
"Sure enough..." Sengoku clenched his fists, his whole body tense. "This guy is going to blow his top!"
Everyone’s hearts rose to their throats. Kaido’s tyrannical gaze finally settled on the small tavern in front of him. Settled on Doflamingo, who was leaning against the doorframe, looking at him with amusement.
"Joker..." Kaido’s low voice sounded, rolling like muffled thunder. "That getup of yours... Is truly embarrassing me."
Doflamingo didn’t get angry; he just shrugged. "No choice, Boss Kaido. The world has changed. To become stronger, you have to learn to bend. Besides..." Doflamingo pointed to the tavern door behind him. "In front of the person inside, who among us isn’t an ant? Or perhaps... You haven’t hung enough and want to go up for some more breeze?"
This sentence could be called a naked provocation. In the past, anyone who dared speak to Kaido like this would have been smashed into meat paste by a spiked club long ago. The people around held their breath, waiting for that famous "Hassaikai" to swing.
However, a scene that made everyone’s glasses fall off occurred. Kaido didn’t rage. Even that violent Haki retracted cleanly in an instant. He fell silent. In those eyes that were always full of lust for destruction, a trace of extremely complex... fear flashed past.
That’s right. Fear! Even... terror!
Only he knew what he had experienced these three days. Those Wood Release vines were not just simple binding. They were continuously draining his stamina, even suppressing his Haki! No matter how he struggled, even trying to transform into his Azure Dragon form, in front of those seemingly fragile vines, it was as powerless as an ant trying to shake a tree.
And that white-haired man... The man who extinguished his full-power strike with just one finger. That power... Was simply not an existence of this dimension! That was the power of a God truly ruling over everything!
Kaido was a madman. But he wasn’t an idiot. He worshipped power. He could even be said to have a superstition for violence. Precisely because of this, when faced with violence he absolutely could not resist, that thoroughly crushed him.
His inner arrogance was shattered. Replacing it was an unprecedented... desire! If I could also possess this power... If I could also enter that so-called "Dungeon"... Is there a day I could also rub that old thing Shiki into the ground?!
Thinking of this, Kaido’s breathing became heavy. He took heavy steps. One step, two steps. Walking toward the tavern door.
Thud! Thud!
Every step stamped a deep footprint into the ground.
Sengoku and Garp instantly blocked the doorway. "Kaido! What do you want to do?!"
Golden light shone from Sengoku, ready to transform into the Buddha. This was a good chance to suck up.
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