Bege was truly shaken!
He already knew that Arashi, this traveler who had suddenly appeared in Sig Town, was no ordinary person—but he never expected his background to be this terrifying.
As the godfather of the West Blue underworld, Bege had seen far more than the average person. He had encountered many powerful figures.
Among them were famous powerhouses born in the West Blue—one of whom was a former member of the Roger Pirates, now one of the Four Emperors of the New World: Red-Haired Shanks!
He had once seen Shanks return to the West Blue. And by chance, he had even witnessed Shanks unleash Conqueror's Haki!
And precisely because he had seen it before… he was even more shocked now!
Looking at Bege kneeling on both knees, Arashi felt it was necessary to properly educate this underworld boss who casually shot his own subordinates.
Since he called himself a godfather, he should act like one!
Back in his previous life, when Arashi watched The Godfather, he had deeply admired the old Don in the film.
When he stood before outsiders, he was a king. Despite his short stature, his presence made him seem towering—as if everything bowed beneath him.
But when he stood before family, friends, or even his subordinates, he was a gentle elder.
Especially that line—"A man who doesn't spend time with his family is not a real man"—had left a deep impression on Arashi.
But the Bege before him? Shooting his own men at the slightest inconvenience—where was the dignity of a godfather in that?
This was practically an insult to the very image of a godfather in Arashi's mind!
So yes—he had to be taught a lesson.
Still, what Arashi didn't expect was that Bege had dropped to his knees the moment his Conqueror's Haki was released. That surprised him.
Could it be that Bege hasn't even obtained his Devil Fruit yet? Or that his strength isn't enough to withstand Conqueror's Haki at this point?
Well, it didn't matter.
Fruit or no fruit, this lesson was unavoidable!
"Bege. It seems you don't consider me a friend~"
Arashi stood up and walked over to him, speaking calmly.
"That's quite disappointing. I thought you'd be my first friend in the West Blue—but it seems I was mistaken."
"You're the one who never treated me like a friend!"
Bege struggled to lift his head, roaring almost hysterically:
"If we're friends, how can you call me 'shorty'? No matter what, I'm still the godfather of the West Blue underworld—give me some respect!"
"Respect?"
Arashi blinked, slightly surprised.
"Seems like people in the West Blue really care about that. Fine—I'll give you a choice."
He returned to his seat by the medical cabinet and casually shifted his gaze to the unconscious injured men lying nearby—knocked out by the pressure of his Haki.
His tone remained calm.
"Two of the ones you shot are beyond saving. The remaining three can still be treated—but they're on the brink of death. So… one hundred million Berries each."
"If you're willing to pay for their treatment, then we can still be friends."
As Arashi finished speaking, the overwhelming pressure surrounding Bege suddenly vanished.
Freed from it, Bege collapsed onto the ground, completely drained.
But more than his exhaustion, what shocked him most was Arashi's strength.
At first, he had only suspected Arashi wasn't simple—but now, he realized he was monstrously powerful.
When Shanks had released Conqueror's Haki, Bege had felt restrained, unable to move—but he hadn't fallen.
Yet just now… he hadn't even lasted a second.
Who exactly is this man?
And what is he doing in the West Blue?
With countless questions swirling in his mind, Bege slowly stood up. He picked up his fallen cigar, placed it back in his mouth, and walked over to sit across from Arashi.
His earlier embarrassment was gone. His expression was serious, composed, neither humble nor arrogant.
"Just now it was twenty-five million Berries. Now it's three hundred million… This is outright extortion. No—this is practically murder."
The moment Bege finished speaking, Arashi lifted his head and looked at him—
That familiar, overwhelming pressure surged forth again without warning.
Feeling it, Bege immediately jumped to his feet and spoke rapidly:
"Fine! I'll save them! But from now on, you are not allowed to call me 'shorty'—not even once!"
"Deal."
Arashi clapped his hands decisively.
"Go prepare the money. I'm about to start emergency treatment on these three unlucky fellows!"
Bege didn't dare stay in the clinic any longer. Before Arashi even finished speaking, he had already turned and rushed out.
"Godfather! Godfather!"
The moment Bege stepped outside, one of his subordinates ran up to him in panic.
"Something bad has happened!!!"
"??"
Hearing the vague report, Bege instinctively reached for his gun. But recalling how his earlier impulsiveness had just cost him 300 million Berries, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to put it away.
"This is my territory—what could possibly go wrong?!"
"Ahhh—help!!!"
A wave of screams suddenly echoed.
Before Bege could react, more than a dozen syndicate members came stumbling toward the villa, terrified as if they had seen a demon.
Several of them were even missing limbs—making Bege's heart skip a beat.
If that guy inside sees this, I'm doomed…
Severe disability—ten million Berries per person!!
!!!
No—he absolutely couldn't let Arashi see them.
With that thought, Bege decisively raised his pistol.
"Hey, shorty—get in here and help out, quick!"
At that moment, Arashi's voice rang out from inside the clinic.
The word "shorty" instantly made Bege's veins pop. He spun around and roared:
"Stop calling me 'shorty,' you bastard!!"
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