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"Sorry, I'll pay you one billion."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present could not help but widen their eyes, staring blankly at Carlos in the corner. At that moment, their brains seemed to shut down; they all opened their mouths wide, not knowing what to say.
The entire place fell into a dead silence, and you could hear a pin drop.
An adult male giant slave only costs 50 million beli. Even a rare Devil Fruit typically fetches around 200-300 million beli. Gradually, the crowd began to come to their senses and started whispering among themselves.
"Who is this guy?"
"What a crazy person. He actually offered one billion beli for a famous sword? Even the legendary Celestial Dragons aren't this extravagant, right?"
"Looking at his attire, he doesn't seem like a prince or nobleman."
"With that much money, is this guy a pirate? But I haven't seen any wanted posters for him."
...
Vista frowned, his eyes fixed on Carlos. With such financial resources, this guy shouldn't be a nobody. Yet, despite his extensive experience in the New World, Vista had no recollection of this person.
"Deal! Deal!"
The auction host panted heavily and quickly knocked down the small hammer in his hand, as if afraid the other party might regret it. Carlos stood up and left his seat, striding onto the booth. He took out the "Hidden Thunder" from the glass cabinet and observed it carefully.
On the side, the host nodded and bowed with a smile on his face.
"Sir, according to the regulations, this item does not belong to you yet. You will need to go to the backstage to pay the corresponding amount after the auction ends."
Carlos gently stroked the blade without raising his head.
"Oh? What else is good next?"
The host's eyes lit up, and he introduced the upcoming items enthusiastically.
"Next up is the slave stage. We have a lot of top-quality stock this time! There's an adult male giant with immense strength, perfect as a bodyguard. And young, beautiful mermaid beauties with stunning figures. Considering your stature, you might want to buy a few to entertain at home..."
Carlos shook his head slightly.
"Slaves? Not interested."
"Then, please follow the staff to the backstage to complete the corresponding handover procedures..."
"Handover procedures? Sorry, I have no money."
As soon as these words came out, the entire venue fell into silence. Everyone cast surprised and bewildered looks.
"No money?" The host thought he had heard wrong and confirmed it again.
Carlos sneered.
"You really think you can take advantage of me, don't you? I don't know who is behind this place, and I don't care. This knife is good, it's mine now. Listen up, my name is Garros!"
This declaration was like a bomb that instantly detonated the entire auction venue!
"Garros? Never heard of him."
"After all this time, it turns out he's here to cause trouble on purpose?"
"Does he not know the background of this auction house?"
"If it were anyone else, he would have just been beaten up. But this time, he's ruined Charlotte Daifuku and Vista's plans. Now it's a good show."
"This kid probably doesn't know who these two are. Ignorant people are fearless. This is exactly what they mean."
...
The audience was buzzing with noise, like a roaring mountain and tsunami.
Daifuku snorted coldly.
"Garros? Who do I think he is? Just another newcomer who went to sea..."
Ever since the execution of Pirate King Roger, who issued the declaration of One Piece in front of the whole world, the entire world had been in an uproar. Countless people chose to become pirates for wealth, power, and dreams, heading out to sea to find the so-called great treasure. Some outstanding ones had made it all the way to the second half of the Grand Line - the New World, to challenge the authority of the Sea Emperors for the sake of ambition. But over the years, these challengers had either become subordinates of the Pirate Emperors or lost their lives and sunk into the sea.
Daifuku had seen many foolish young people like this and was used to it.
"This Twenty-One Great Grade Sword is not something a nobody like you can get your hands on. If you don't want to die, put down what you are holding."
Carlos shook his head.
"If you want to conquer the New World, a good weapon is essential. This knife is good; it belongs to me now."
He intended to create the persona of a new pirate star who wanted to conquer the second half of the Grand Line. This was the image he wanted before joining the Beasts Pirates. Carlos didn't want to start from the bottom; the bigger his reputation before joining, the better.
As for Daifuku's warning, he took it completely to heart. If he remembered correctly, Daifuku had a bounty of 300 million beli and was a Paramecia Transpiration Fruit user. Some strength, but not much.
Daifuku gradually lost his patience.
"Boy, I'll give you one last chance. Put down what you are holding, cut off one of your arms, and this will be over."
"Otherwise..."
Despite the threatening warning, Carlos remained calm.
"Fight? That's what I want. I heard you're a leader of the Big Mom Pirates? That should qualify you to be my first stepping stone in conquering the New World."
With those words, Carlos's right hand exerted a slight force, and layers of black Armament Haki wrapped around the blade. In a short moment, the blade turned extremely dark, exuding a breathtaking sense of oppression even from a distance of over ten meters.
A stern look flashed in Daifuku's eyes as he touched the belt on his abdomen with both hands.
"Huh? Such a skilled Armament Haki? You're proud enough of the first half of the Grand Line. No wonder you have the confidence to be so arrogant. Forget it, let this foolish young man experience the vastness of the world."
To survive in the New World, mastering Armament Haki was almost essential. Although Daifuku was a little surprised, he didn't lose his composure. As the third son of Big Mom, his vision, experience, and strength far exceeded that of this newcomer.
The two men's eyes clashed fiercely in mid-air. The atmosphere in the auction venue became oppressive and heavy, and a battle seemed imminent.
...
Meanwhile, in the backstage of the auction venue, a muscular old man with white hair was sitting cross-legged in an iron cage. Despite being a slave about to be auctioned, there was no trace of nervousness or anxiety on his face. Instead, he held an iron wine flask and drank slowly.
Suddenly, the old man seemed to sense something and turned his head to look in a certain direction, surprise flashing in his eyes.
"This momentum? Someone is actually choosing to duel here? Interesting. Who's ruining my good time?"
In the horrified eyes of the surrounding slaves, the old man stretched out his hand and easily tore open the iron railing in front of him. While drinking, he calmly walked toward the exhibition hall.