Baccarat's expression changed.
She immediately stepped forward, forcing a smile.
"Lord Leno, you've won so much—you are a distinguished guest of Gran Tesoro."
"Why not stay and play a little longer? Or we can arrange the finest suites for you…"
"No need." Leno cut her off directly.
"I said I'm done. Cash out. We're leaving."
Baccarat's smile froze.
Her eyes gradually turned cold.
"Lord Leno, perhaps you don't fully understand the rules here."
"Winnings… can indeed be taken."
"But… don't you think you've won a little too much? We need to investigate."
"Oh?" Leno raised a brow, a faint smirk on his face.
"So what, exactly? A casino that doesn't let you take your winnings? That's the rule of your 'greatest entertainment city in the world'?"
"Rules are made by the strong."
A deep voice came from within the casino.
Heavy footsteps echoed—
A man adorned in gold emerged slowly.
He walked up to Leno.
Golden eyes swept over the mountain of chips—
Then settled on Leno, a confident smile on his face.
"Leno, you cheated."
Tesoro's tone carried mockery.
"In my territory, using dishonorable means to win this much—and you think you can just walk away? There's no such bargain in this world."
Leno looked at Tesoro's arrogant expression—
That "I say you cheated, so you cheated" attitude—
And burst out laughing.
Sometimes, when people are speechless—
They just laugh.
"Where's your proof?"
His gaze swept across the room, voice turning cold.
"So your 'rules' mean picking targets based on convenience? Win a little, you can leave. Win big, you leave your life behind?"
Tesoro's face darkened, exposed.
"So what if it does?!" he roared.
"In my territory, what I say is the rule! If I say you cheated—you cheated! Now I'll give you two choices—"
He raised two fingers.
"First: admit your mistake. Leave all your winnings, everything valuable on you, and those women you brought… then get out of Gran Tesoro."
"Second."
His eyes turned vicious.
"I'll personally 'make' you stay. But whether you live or die… won't be up to you anymore."
The moment those words fell—
The atmosphere in the casino turned razor-sharp!
The gamblers quickly retreated, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
Baccarat stepped back behind Tesoro, a cold smile on her face.
Carina, hiding in a corner, held her breath, heart pounding.
"It's starting! A Yonko vs the Gold Emperor! This is going to be good!"
"…Wait, no! This isn't the time to watch—time to steal!"
Facing Tesoro's threats and encirclement—
Leno showed no fear.
Instead—
He laughed so hard his shoulders shook.
"I think the title 'Joker' suits you better than Doflamingo."
"You don't seriously think controlling a golden city puts you on par with a Yonko, do you?"
"Ridiculous."
Leno didn't bother wasting more words.
Some people didn't even need a reduction in intelligence—
They were already foolish enough.
He flicked away some of the gold powder on his body.
"You think your gold powder can control me? Go ahead. Try."
Tesoro's expression changed drastically.
His smile froze instantly.
His confidence—
Came entirely from the gold powder spread throughout Gran Tesoro.
After all—
Leno had shown no sign of knowing about it.
Naturally—
He had underestimated him.
Turns out—
The clown was himself.
"So what if you know?!"
Tesoro roared in fury, feeling utterly humiliated.
"You still can't escape the judgment of God!"
With that—
He activated his ability—
Trying to manipulate the gold powder on Leno and his crew.
His once-invincible technique—
Failed.
Leno stood there calmly.
Behind him—
Robin, Hancock, and the others merely frowned slightly.
No one showed any signs of being controlled.
"How is this possible?!" Tesoro screamed internally, cold sweat forming.
No matter how he activated his power—
Nothing worked.
Domino and the others couldn't fully block it with Haki alone—
But—
They had Leno.
With a casual use of his Munch-Munch Fruit—
He had already absorbed it completely.
Leno casually picked at his ear, sounding bored.
"Done playing yet?"
Before the words even finished—
A terrifying surge of Conqueror's Haki erupted from him!
"BOOM—!"
Dark red Haki swept across the entire space.
Black lightning crackled in the air.
Everyone—
Except Leno's crew—
Including Tesoro—
Felt an overwhelming pressure from deep within their souls.
Their legs trembled—
Nearly collapsing.
"Th-this is… Conqueror's Haki of a Yonko?!" Tesoro's pupils shrank.
He barely held himself upright.
Waves of shock surged within him.
He had underestimated it.
Or rather—
He had underestimated Leno.
Behind him—
The gamblers and subordinates fared far worse.
Many rolled their eyes and collapsed on the spot.
Those still standing were pale, trembling uncontrollably.
Tesoro's face darkened.
He knew—
There was no more room for hesitation.
"Everyone—attack! Take them down!"
As the fodder rushed forward—
Tesoro made his move.
"A mere Yonko! Face the judgment of God!"
"Golden Giant!!"
All the gold within Gran Tesoro began to move like living matter—
Flowing, gathering—
Forming a massive golden giant around Tesoro's body.
At the same time—
His executives and countless subordinates charged forward.
Attacks poured in from all directions.
Merged within the giant—
Tesoro raised a mountain-sized golden fist—
And smashed it down toward Leno!
"Golden Inferno!!"
As everyone knows—
Only Ace had the Flame-Flame Fruit—
But anyone could create a "burning" effect.
The heat of money—
Could be even hotter than flames.
No one worried about Leno.
If he lost to this—
That would be the real joke.
They only needed to deal with the trash mobs—
So they wouldn't interfere.
Bonney rushed forward first—
Turning several enemies into frail old men.
Unable to adapt—
They fell and couldn't get back up.
Robin crossed her arms—
Countless limbs bloomed among enemies—
Snapping joints.
Perona's ghosts passed through enemies—
Forcing them to kneel in despair.
Hancock kicked—
Turning enemies to stone one by one.
Domino, Kalifa, Najin, and Little Alice—
Each took down enemies effortlessly.
As for S-Snake—
She refused to lose to Hancock.
Also petrifying enemies with every kick.
The rushing enemies were crushed instantly.
And as for the massive golden fist descending—
Leno simply yawned.
"BOOM!!!"
The golden fist slammed directly into his position.
The explosion's heat lit up the entire city!
"D-did it… work?" one of Tesoro's men gasped.
Was it over?
So even a Yonko was nothing special?
Inside the golden giant—
Tesoro felt a flicker of triumph rise.
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