Watching his son's strange walking posture, Duke Ditet frowned. He turned to Abbott, his tone becoming cold:
"Abbott, add some'spice' to the 'Main Attraction' tomorrow. Give him another... Blood Groove Spear!
I want to ensure he doesn't even have the strength to stand up on the field tomorrow! I absolutely cannot let my little Teddy lose face again!"
"Yes, Duke, I will make the arrangements," Abbott replied respectfully.
"By the way," Ditet seemed to remember something, "who is this Caroline Teddy mentioned?"
"To answer you, my Lord, she is a minor princess from a World Government member state in the South Blue. She is currently visiting Dressrosa and has... not known Young Master Teddy for long."
"A princess of a member state?" Duke Ditet nodded, his tone relaxing,
"That's fine then, as long as he isn't mixing with those commoners. Let him be."
...Colosseum Underground Dungeon
*Boom!*
The heavy, massive cell door cast from thick iron bars was slammed shut, letting out a dull, heavy thud that echoed through the dark and damp underground space.
Charlotte Linlin was currently imprisoned in a cell specifically designed for large races. Cold stone walls surrounded her, and the air was thick with a mixture of mold, blood, and other foul odors.
Sack spoke through the thick iron bars in a tone mixed with flippancy, pity, and a hint of relaxation after completing his task:
"My little princess, just stay here quietly! Enjoy your last... peaceful night! Hehe."
Charlotte Linlin stood calmly in place. Her wide hat brim had long been removed, and her gaze behind the sunglasses swept over Sack and his group as they prepared to leave. She suddenly spoke, her voice sounding exceptionally clear, calm, and even carrying a hint of playfulness in the empty, deathly silent dungeon:
"Are you all... planning to leave just like that? Will you be coming back?"
Sack paused and turned around in surprise:
"What? Can't bear to see us go? My mission is over; escorting the 'Princess' into the cage, a job well done!
Your future 'happy' life isn't something us rough men can participate in. It's a real shame; a beauty like you will eventually be enjoyed by that..."
He clicked his tongue twice, his eyes roaming over Charlotte Linlin's body with undisguised regret.
Seeing their boss speak, the lackeys also started jeering recklessly, and foul language instantly filled the dungeon:
"Hehe, Boss, it seems our little princess is lonely and can't bear to see us go?"
"Do you think we brothers are more manly than those fat noble lords?"
"What a pity, no matter how beautiful, she's just a plaything, hahahaha!"
"Once the Duke gets tired of her, maybe it'll be our turn to have a taste..."
The group laughed unrestrainedly, their vulgar words echoing in the cell.
However, their laughter came to an abrupt halt, as if a giant invisible hand had suddenly squeezed their throats!
*Vroom—!*
An invisible and intangible pink aura, carrying a pressure that made the soul tremble, Swirled out instantly with Charlotte Linlin as the center, sweeping over everyone present!
Conqueror's Haki!
*Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!*
A series of dull thuds sounded like rapid drumbeats as bodies hit the floor!
Behind Sack, all the laughing subordinates had their expressions frozen. Their pupils dilated, and the lewdness, contempt, and arrogance in their eyes were replaced by boundless fear and blankness within a ten-thousandth of a second, followed by their eyes rolling back to show the whites.
They didn't even have time to let out a groan before they collapsed like a Marionette with its strings cut, falling in unison and kicking up a cloud of dust, completely losing consciousness and lying scattered across the floor.
The arrogance and license on Sack's face froze instantly, transforming into extreme horror and disbelief.
He felt as if an invisible mountain had crashed down upon his soul, and his heart was gripped by an icy hand, nearly stopping its beat!
Boundless fear poured over him like ice water from head to toe, leaving his limbs cold and his teeth chattering uncontrollably.
His eyes bulged as he stared fixedly at the figure still standing calmly in the cell, as if seeing her clearly for the first time.
The sunglasses obscured her eyes, but he could feel the indifference behind them, as if she were looking down at an ant.
"You! You are not... an ordinary prin..."
He wanted to question her, to beg for mercy, but under extreme terror, his throat could only squeeze out a few broken syllables.
The intense Conqueror's Haki struck his will like a tide, and his vision began to blur and spin.
*Thump!*
In the end, Sack could not resist this crushing blow from the soul level. His legs gave way, and he knelt heavily on the ground. Then his head tilted, and with a dull thud, he completely lost consciousness, joining his senseless subordinates.
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