The black armored man floated to the side like a ghost, his narrow eyes shimmering, and he was right in front.
Robin also saw the huge building ahead.
The building was not as flashy as she thought. On the contrary, it looked a bit decayed and plain from the outside.
The roof is a thick layer of haystacks, probably for sound insulation; the walls, and even the plaque above the main entrance, are covered with green moss - this makes Robin feel a little chill in his heart, because the inscription on the plaque,
It is unabashedly the word "human". How long has such a building for human trafficking existed before the outer walls of the building and even the plaque are covered with moss?
From a distance, Robin saw three figures sitting beside the gate.
Fishmen, humans, and the long-legged tribe...the three of them, with three pairs of numb eyes, just looked at Robin who was slowly approaching.
"..." Robin was also looking at them.
The lenses of the brown sunglasses reflected the explosive collars around the necks of the three people.
…
[Not long ago, bounty hunters who had been lying in wait for a long time jumped out and attacked...]
[Even without the assistance of the stand-in armor, these people are no match for Robin. Naturally, they were quickly defeated by Robin.]
[Robin was about to leave when a sneer came from behind: "Do you want to save your man? Ho ho ho... It's useless!"]
["..." Robin stopped and turned his head slightly. On the lenses of his brown sunglasses, the face of a bounty hunter with a broken head and bloodied head was reflected in the crowd on the ground. 】
[The man spat blood and mocked: "Since the news has spread that he was sold as a slave, that means... he must have been put on a slave collar! Once that thing is put on, it can be taken off by force.
It will explode... No matter what kind of master you are, you can't survive such an explosion! I advise you to give up, he is already... hopeless! Hahahaha..."]
["..." Robin said nothing, raised his hand and shook it in the air. 】
[The bounty hunter who laughed wildly was shaken all over, then rolled his eyes, frothy at the mouth, passed out, and fell limply on top of the crowd. ]
[Robin continued to move forward, looked ahead, and asked softly: "What method do you think you will use to solve the collar he mentioned?"]
[B.I.B’s eyes flashed white, it’s my words...]
…
Robin's slender figure slowly entered the door of the slave auction.
As soon as I entered, I met a staff member who was about to close the door, "The auction is about to start... eh?!"
The staff member looked up and saw clearly the person coming, and was immediately startled.
Because of the auction items, they also made up for it temporarily. The relevant information was still hot in their minds. Therefore, although the woman with flowing sleeves wore brown sunglasses to cover less than half of her face, they still glanced at her.
I recognized it. This woman was the pirate captain of Giorno, the highlight of this auction. What did she want to do here? Did she want to buy Giorno? She couldn't be robbed by force, right?
"Hey..." The staff opened their mouths to stop her, but suddenly they felt an invisible arm strangle their necks, like lifting a chicken, and smashed them against the wall one by one. They rolled their eyes and fainted.
Robin never glanced at them from beginning to end. Not long after walking in the corridor, he heard a faint noise.
When she pushed the door open and entered the main hall of the auction, a wave of impetuous and crazy heat hit her face. Mixed with it was the impassioned speech of the host that was amplified many times by a loudspeaker phone: "I have kept you waiting for so long.
Attractive..."
…
〖Champaign Islands, No. 22——〗
In a dilapidated hotel room, lying on the bed was the "Skull Crusher" Billin Nair tied up like a mummy, and "Ghostbeard" Tantakos sitting at the table was talking to a telephone bug.
.
Tankas said eagerly: "Young Master! Giovanna Giorno was caught by human traffickers. This is a good opportunity to buy him for our Don Quixote family... But the two of us don't have enough money.
But if we are allowed to serve as a guarantee in your name, young master, the auctioneer might agree to our postponement of payment..."
"Baaaaaaaaa..."
The eyes of the phone bug on the table turned into strange-shaped sunglasses, grinning with an evil smile, and let out a weird laugh, "I gave you two Devil Fruits, but they fell on the Chambord Islands, and even the 'New World'
I haven't seen them yet! How dare these two idiots shamelessly call themselves 'our Don Quixote family'? Bah, bah, bah..." Although the phone bug grinned and conveyed the laughter on the other end of the communication,
Everyone can hear the anger contained in this laughter.
Tankas's face turned pale and he was stunned in front of the phone bug.
"Young Master..." On the bed next to him, the "Skull Crusher" Bi Lin. Nair, who was turned into a mummy by Lynch's impact fruit with a casual finger, showed firm eyes and said weakly, "We have no shame.
Let’s use the name of the Don Quixote family again… But we will definitely bring Giovanna Giorno to the young master…”
"Ghost Beard" Tankas quickly said: "That's right! Giorno can capture the Devil Fruit. Such a rare ability will definitely be helpful to the young master's career..."
"Oh?" the evil phone bug said with a smile, "In that case, why do you two still have devil fruit abilities?"
"Skull Crusher" and "Ghost Beard" were stunned at the same time!
"He didn't take away your abilities. Perhaps he has discovered his own fatal weakness..."
In the North Sea, on a certain island, where the Don Quixote family resides, Doflamingo, wearing a black suit shirt, a pink feather cloak, and strange fire-red sunglasses, is sitting on the sofa. His strange expression is completely the same as the phone bug on the other end of the communication.
Consistent.
"...You don't need to call me anymore."
Hanging up the communication casually, Doflamingo continued to look at the broadcast screen on the wall.
Of course, there will be no official broadcast of this kind of transaction, but dark forces in the underground world like the Don Quixote family naturally have corresponding channels.
In the live broadcast, the auction host in exaggerated costumes passionately led out slaves wearing explosive collars and handcuffs and anklets one after another. Under his guidance, the wealthy people who came to the scene saw the "goods" they were interested in.
, they raised their placards one after another to bid.
The beauty of the snake-headed clan was sold for 700,000 Baileys, 1 million Baileys, 1.3 million Baileys... and finally sold for 1.8 million Baileys.
The Longhand Pirates, 1 million beli, 1.5 million beri... finally sold for 2.1 million beri.
There were also some ordinary human men and women who were also treated as slaves, and were traded one by one at high or low prices with signs raised one after another in the audience...
The lenses of the brown sunglasses reflected the host's exaggerated performance on the glamorous stage, as well as the pirate slave being led away by chains... Robin sat casually in a remote corner with his arms folded.
No one in the audience noticed her, but her presence caught the eyes of the host on stage.
In fact, the host discovered her as soon as she appeared, so she kept delaying Giorno, who should have been brought out long ago. Seeing that the rich people in the audience were becoming dissatisfied, the highlight of this auction, Giorno,
I'm afraid Runo couldn't push back anymore. The host spoke impassionedly into the microphone while quietly winking at his subordinates in the corner.
"You must have been impatient for waiting, right?" the host laughed loudly in an exaggerated tone, "Then let us invite the number one protagonist of this auction - the great pirate Joe who has a bounty of 400 million Baileys.
Bana Giorno!!!"
Robin looked at the stage quietly. B.I.B was behind her, looking around, and his narrow and bright eyes glanced at the auction thugs who were quietly approaching.
Amidst the exclamations, the tall and handsome pirate Giorno walked out from behind the stage curtain.
"Hey, it's my turn?"
He wore a slave collar around his neck, and his hands and feet were shackled with handcuffs and shackles. The iron chains rattled as he walked. There was no trace of the decadence of being reduced to a slave on his face, and he walked to the center of the stage as if there was no one around.
…
At the door of the auction, there were only three pairs of handcuffs, three pairs of shackles, and three pairs of intact slave collars. The previous human, fishman, and long-legged slaves had disappeared.
Not far away, a group of marines hurriedly arrived.
The strong man with short purple hair held a toothpick in his mouth, looked at the moss-mottled "People" plaque, and grinned, "It's such a irritating place... Giorno, don't let me down!!"
The sailors next to them had cold sweat on their foreheads, General Zefa, what on earth are you here for?!