The sky hung low, dark and desolate.
Gunfire and explosions echoed throughout the town as hundreds clashed violently in the streets.
Civilians screamed in terror, scattering in all directions. Cries and sobs filled the air.
Buildings crumbled under the relentless shelling, bursting into towering flames.
Fiery wings of destruction licked at the heavens, painting the sky red.
"Damn Donquixote Family!! Rubeck Island is Fells Family territory!!"
"You've crossed the line!!"
A man in a newsboy cap and black trench coat shouted furiously as he slashed a pirate's throat, blood splattering across his face. His once-white shirt was soaked red as he glared at the blond kid nearby with bloodshot eyes.
The boy looked only eleven or twelve, standing barely 140 centimeters tall. He wore sunglasses, a white button-up, and cropped pants.
Despite his young age, his face bore a twisted grin so crazed and cruel that even the seasoned crime boss trembled.
Donquixote Doflamingo.
No one knew where this ruthless brat had come from, but his methods were cold-blooded and vicious.
With sheer strength and a growing army, the Donquixote Family had stormed into the North Blue, wiping out several local mafia clans and seizing their territories at a terrifying pace.
Doflamingo burst into laughter, clutching his stomach as if Fells' words were the funniest thing he'd ever heard. His underlings chuckled as well:
Trebol, slime-covered and sniffling, twirled his cane.
Pica, a hulking musclebound figure, stood like a tower.
Diamante, painted in wild tribal colors, grinned behind his war paint.
Vergo, with a slice of steak still stuck to his cheek, remained unreadable.
Doflamingo sneered theatrically, spreading his arms wide.
"No, no, no. I haven't crossed any line."
Fells looked around at his fallen comrades and grew desperate.
The Donquixote Family had grown too strong—more men, better weapons. If this continued, his entire family would be wiped out within minutes.
Gripping his bloodied blade tightly, he gritted his teeth and shouted:
"Territory boundaries are sacred! Stability between families depends on it! That's the rule of the North Blue!"
Doflamingo chuckled darkly.
"No, you still don't get it."
"Rules? They're just chains the strong slap on the weak. Cages for the helpless, the mediocre, the trash."
"I didn't cross any line..."
He licked his cracked lips, raised his arms, and roared:
"Because the entire North Blue belongs to me!!"
"Your so-called rules? They mean nothing to me, Donquixote Doflamingo!!"
His men howled with laughter and bloodlust, surging forward with rifles, axes, swords. Like wild beasts, they descended upon the Fells Family.
Blades clashed. Blood sprayed.
A deep, violent red bloomed across the once-lively streets.
Fells roared in fury. He stomped the ground and launched forward, crossing ten meters in a blink.
His blade came crashing down on the arrogant brat—a killing blow meant to cleave his skull in two.
But just as the blade neared its mark, Fells' pupils shrank in horror.
Doflamingo, Trebol, Pica, Diamante, Vergo—they were all smiling.
Sparks flew. His blade stopped three centimeters from Doflamingo's forehead. Frozen in place.
Something invisible was holding it back.
The air screeched like grinding steel.
"What... what is this...?"
Fells choked. His heart pounded in dread.
The golden-haired boy looked up at him, that smirk still dancing on his lips.
"Fufufufu... how boring."
Doflamingo chuckled again.
His fingers twitched.
A slicing sound split the air.
An unseen blade tore open his chest, blood erupting like a geyser.
Hot crimson sprayed across Doflamingo's face, painting him like a devil incarnate.
Fells collapsed, his skin pale as death. Blood pooled beneath him.
"You... crossed the line... Darren... the Marines... they won't let you get away with this..."
A twisted shadow loomed over him.
Doflamingo laughed coldly.
He looked down at the fallen mafia boss.
"I look forward to it."
Fells' skull burst like a melon.
Red and white mixed into a grotesque smear.