Ekroso Island, located on the Grand Line, is a prosperous medium-sized island.
This island has no order or rules. It follows the law of the jungle, which is that the law of the jungle is the last resort.
Unless you are particularly powerful or have a powerful force behind you, you may be knocked unconscious and sold out at any time as soon as you set foot on this island.
There are gatherings of illegal gatherings, human trafficking, drug trade, etc. There is no humanity or conscience here, only power and money.
Dehumanization, burning and robbery are just the norm on this island. It is a paradise for all pirates and criminals. As long as you are rich and powerful, you can get everything you want here.
Treasures, women, power, slaves, and even yourself can be sold. There is nothing you can't buy unless you think of it.
This is one of the darkest places in the world, just average.
In other words, there are crazier and darker places in this world, not even Ecloso Island, because those places are the chassis of the real bosses in the underground world, or they are the headquarters of some powerful pirate groups.
territory.
Here, even the navy has no right to interfere.
Although this island is very dark, it is extremely prosperous. There is no order on the surface, but there are invisible rules in the dark.
These are limited to some powerful characters.
If these big guys want order, then there will be order. If they don't want it, then there won't be.
One day later, the island attracted one person, one fish and one duck.
People and fish have made disguises, and the ducks have also made some disguises. I don’t know what they smeared all over their bodies. If it weren’t for those two big flashing eyes standing in the dark night, I might not have been able to spot a duck standing here.
It's pitch black.
"Brother Tiger, what did you paint on Donald Duck? He looks like an African duck."
Foxy wears a pointed hat and a clown costume. He is also wearing a clown costume, but the makeup is too cute, just like the Q Ban clown, it is not scary and spooky at all.
Next to him, Tiger also put on a disguise, wrapped up tightly, wearing sunglasses and a towel at night, looking like an Indian.
"African duck? What kind of duck is that?"
Tiger couldn't understand what Foxy said.
"Don't worry about the details. He's a distant relative of Donald Duck."
"Gawu, do I have any relatives in Africa? Last time you said that I still have relatives who can fly and discharge electricity."
Donald Duck was very excited.
"Shh... can you please keep your voice down? I'll take you to see my bride when I have time later."
Foxy slapped Donald Duck on the head and put his hand to his mouth.
"Gawu."
Donald Duck was sneaky and nodded like a thief.
"Remember, the color powder on our body cannot encounter high temperatures, otherwise it will disappear."
Tiger interjected.
"What kind of pigment is this? It doesn't disappear when it encounters water. Instead, it disappears when it encounters high temperatures."
Foxy was a little curious.
"This is extracted from deep-sea coral. Let's make a plan."
One person, one fish and one duck squatted in the darkness and began to discuss plans.
"According to the rules, we first sneak into the freight company. There must be a place where slaves are kept. Foxy and I are tasked with rescuing these people, and Donald Duck, your task is to set fires everywhere in this city.
I have already found out that there are no ordinary people on this island, they are all pirates or criminals with heinous crimes. We need a fire to attract attention."
"Don't worry, leave it to Donald Duck, he's good at setting fires and robbing."
Foxy never doubted Donald Duck's ability to set fires and rob.
"Gawu."
Donald Duck also patted his chest and vowed to make a sincere promise.
"Everyone, please be careful, especially Donald Duck, who will run away as soon as something goes wrong. We are here to save people. If we can't resist head-on, we won't resist. Your job is just to set fire."
"Gawu."
Donald Duck nodded seriously.
"Get started, wait."
"What's wrong?"
"Gawu?"
Foxy and Donald Duck both looked at Tiger.
"Donald Duck, where did you find the sack?"
Tiger looked at the large sacks held by Donald Duck's left wing with some astonishment.
Foxy twitched his mouth. He knew that Donald Duck had an occupational disease. How could this guy set fire and not rob?
"Gawu, I'm going first."
He disappeared in a flash, and Donald Duck was completely black, so it was no different from the night.
"Brother Tiger, let's go too!"
The two disappeared in place, and not long after they came to the darkness of a heavily guarded castle, which was full of guards armed with rifles, machine guns, and even rocket launchers.
"Foxi, this is where Pradani, the owner of the freight company, lives. I asked during the day that there are many slaves there. Now we have to divide our forces into two groups."
"Brother Tiger, you are in charge here, I will go to the headquarters of the freight company!"
Foxy thought for a moment and said.
"You must know that there are Pradani's right-hand assistants at the headquarters of the freight company. They are all animal-type ability users. Can you handle it?"
Tiger was a little worried about Foxy.
"Brother Tiger, I will come back alive. We will meet at the designated place in three hours."
Foxy patted Tiger on the shoulder, and then disappeared silently.
Although Tiger was still a little worried, he knew that Foxy was very strong, and the shave he just showed was enough to avoid many dangers.
At the same moment, a huge fire suddenly broke out in the town east of the castle, accompanied by explosions and noises from time to time. It was obviously Donald Duck who played a role.
I don’t know how this thing set the fire, but it was so loud that it started a prairie fire, and the flames started to rise as if oil had been poured on them.
Half the sky was burning red.
the other side.
The headquarters of the freight company is also a heavily guarded place. This is the factory of the freight company, which is rich in various contraband and newly captured slaves, and there happen to be two groups of people trading.
The tightly closed steel door suddenly opened, and some of the guards at the door turned into corpses. Foxy swaggered in, smoking a cigarette, looking at the two groups and saying hello.
"You guys keep busy, I'm just passing by."
After saying this, without waiting for the two groups to reply, Foxy started walking around talking to himself.
This is a warehouse, and you can see cages filled with slaves squatting together in ragged clothes and shivering. There are humans, long-hand tribes, fur tribes...
There are also some arms and poisonous weapons, but they are only a small part compared to the slaves, and the majority are still these slaves.
Seeing the fear and despair in the eyes of those slaves, Foxy took a deep breath of cigarette. There was no so-called pity or sympathy in his eyes, but only indifference.
Because this allowed him to see himself, who was so scared and desperate at the beginning.
The reason why he can ignore it is that he clearly knows that he is not qualified to have mercy and sympathy now.
The weak do not even have the right to choose death. Only the winners are qualified to possess luxuries such as kindness and sympathy.
If Foxy wants to have these luxuries now, then he is overestimating his capabilities and seeking death.
It is precisely because he is awake that even his blood is cold now.