Ghost Shark, but in the world of One Piece

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"Regardless of identity, whether they are civilians, pirates, gangsters, or anyone else."

Ghost Shark slung the circular saw over its shoulder, spread its bat wings, and lifted its feet off the ground, its tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Following this assassination attempt, conduct a thorough investigation! Purge! Cleanse! Even if it's just a rat, I will find out its origins!!!"

In the air, the ghost shark, speeding westward, flashed a red light in its eyes and disappeared as fast as a shooting star. Its cold voice slowly reached everyone's ears.

"After healing the civilians, enforce martial law and a curfew! Until the insects are completely eradicated!"

Laurentina.

Ai Yin watched the afterimage streaking across the crimson moon and murmured, "Looks like he's quite angry."

“She used to be calm and composed, but now it’s an eerie calm before the storm,” Alice chimed in, busily arranging medical aid.

The Heart Hunter's parasitic behavior harmed civilians, but gave the Navy a chance to salvage its image.

The crisis of trust caused by Doro was gradually alleviated with the help of the Navy.

Ai Yin also intensified her publicity efforts, taking this opportunity to widely publicize the Deep Sea Fleet's arrest of the offending vice admiral, once again demonstrating the Deep Sea Fleet's people-friendly stance.

While busy with the rescue work, Alice caught a glimpse of the old man from Lonely Bay who was secretly observing from the alley. He had been observing for a long time and finally decided to blend into the crowd and receive treatment from the Navy.

Alice smiled as she looked at the crowd.

The wind blew from afar, caressing her hair, smoothing the narrow cracks in the island, and calming the hearts of those scattered like sand.

In the western part of Round Moon Island, there is an unnamed little village.

“Boss Eric, we’ve squeezed this village dry. Shouldn’t we move to another island? A few of us recently found an island with a really rich town. Let’s move there.”

A man in a sharp suit rubbed his hands together and suggested, "Besides, hasn't that rumored naval powerhouse arrived? All the other families have fled, leaving only us..."

"Yes, Boss Eric, there's nothing left to extract from this village. Once the navy takes over, things will probably be even worse for us."

"That's right, the brothers down there are all clamoring to be moved to another place. They're living such a hard life here."

"Yes! Let's move to another town. Let the navy deal with these poor places."

A group of men in suits sat at a wooden table in a bar, their voices rising and falling in discussion.

Boom!

A blond man wearing a top hat and holding a walking stick slowly finished his drink, then slammed his glass down on the bar. He turned around, his eyes sweeping over the crowd with an indescribable look.

It was like a lion staring at a repulsive rabbit carcass, scaring the underlings into shutting up and lowering their heads.

As the top henchman of Siennis, Eric glanced at his underlings, but his voice was sharp and shrill, unlike his usual self, like a duck being choked.

“We’re not going anywhere except Crescent Island! If you still have such thoughts, then I will consider you to have betrayed the Siennis family.”

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze turning icy. "You should know the consequences of betraying your family!"

After Eric made that statement, the underlings all started drinking on their own, not daring to utter a single word.

"Hmph! I might as well tell you." Eric sat in the 'unmanned self-service tavern', his tone indifferent. "You all felt the battle not long ago, didn't you?"

"I...I felt it." The pirate who was being looked at nodded meekly, cold sweat already streaming down his body.

"Those are Boss Sinnis's men fighting the Navy!"

As his top henchman, Eric knew a thing or two. Looking at his group of spineless followers, he spoke with a fanatical and smug tone, "That master is the strongest assassin in the underworld. As long as we do..."

"If we lose the navy, the entire island will be ours. Isn't that more promising than exploiting a village?"

"I see! Lord Eric's insight is brilliant!"

One of the gangsters, who had only completed elementary school, had a glint in his eye. In the past, the interests of this island had to be shared among several families. After taking down the navy, wouldn't it all be his?

"Wow! Lord Eric really thinks ahead!"

"Lord Eric is absolutely right!"

The once dejected subordinates regained their spirits and raised their glasses to toast their boss at the bar.

"By the way, how's that bastard who's been locked up doing?"

"Boss, that guy's been beaten to a pulp," one of the underlings said confidently, patting his chest. "He dared to attack a member of the Siennis family; we can't let him die so easily!"

"Very well, let's handle this matter like this for now. After you've had your drinks and are refreshed, you can go and investigate the navy's movements again."

Eric nodded and issued the order slowly and deliberately.

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the tavern became lively again, and a few impatient people even went straight out and headed towards Mead Town.

"So what if it's the navy?" Eric walked behind the bar, took a bottle of red wine, kicked the corpse under the bar, and laughed smugly. "The West Sea is gangster territory!"

"Really?" a questioning voice came from behind him.

"Idiot!" Eric was so angry he laughed. He turned around, his shrill voice almost piercing everyone's eardrums, "You're dissatisfied with Boss Siannis..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

Isn't this the assassination target for tonight?

How did I end up here? Where is that world's number one assassin?

"What a coincidence, there are still remnants of the Siennis gang here." Specter laughed coldly, then closed his eyes, his gaze gradually turning crimson.

These gangsters are drinking right next to a dead man without any hesitation!

"A self-service pub? What a rare treat. You've even prepared the last drink for the dead, haven't you?"

After saying that, Specter left the tavern and flew into the sky.

"Flying Finger Spear - Lotus of Death!"

A dense array of enormous blood spears materialized before her. With a gentle push, the bloodthirsty spears lashed out like a torrential rain, frantically washing away the filth from the tavern.

One by one, the heads of gang members flew high into the air, the scene as exhilarating as a bowling pinshot, and they fell one after another like wheat being harvested.

Eric, who was in the lead, looked as if he had eaten a shattered fruit, his limbs broken.

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"Alright, the trash has been cleaned up."

In the sky, the ghost shark clapped its hands, a red light flashed in its eyes, and the breath of life gradually became clear in the dim world.

Gangs are not pirates; they pursue sustainable, exploitative practices.

In this dilapidated village, a faint presence clung to the windowsill, cautiously casting its gaze towards the tavern.

One major event after another tonight: first, a magnitude 8 earthquake shook the entire island; then, a naval force flew in from the sky and wiped out the ruthless gangsters.

The downfall of the gang caused the villagers to emerge from their houses and gather around the girl.

“Eric is dead! That villain is finally dead. Thank you, Navy Commander.” The old man, leaning on his cane, shed tears and sat shakily on the ground.

"Yes, thank you so much, Miss Navy. Bob's revenge has finally been achieved." The white-haired old woman, wearing a simple apron, bowed to Ghost Shark and stammered as she kept repeating her deceased son's name.

"Thank you, thank you! We can finally live like normal people again!"

The blood pooled crimson under the full moon, reflecting the villagers' figures as they repeatedly bowed in gratitude.

Ghost Shark waved them off to Meadowtown for treatment, then slung his circular saw over his shoulder, his expression growing even more somber.

People's lives are full of hardships. Gangs, the government, and pirates weigh heavily on them, making it hard for them to breathe.

The girl looked up at the sky.

The wind blew in from the sea, carrying away the thick stench of blood; it was unknown where it would blow to.

Not far away, there were withered and dried yellow tulips, empty bottles rolled in the corner of the tavern, and the road leading to Meadow was muddy. If you closed your eyes and tried to sense it, you could feel the crowd gradually gathering there.

Some of them had just lost their families and were left destitute. Others had their wealth plundered and were left with nothing. Life has always been difficult.

But has it always been like this? Is that right?

If you were to drill through the Earth's core, you could see the other side of the red earth continent.

The Celestial Dragons' expensive liquor sprayed onto the girls' thighs, while human traffickers in Chambord counted their money with grins. The moving walkways were teeming with VIPs. They rode slaves with elegance, with the world's center of blue skies and white clouds before them, and their impeccably dressed guards bowing and scraping with smiles.

The hardships of growing up, working, surviving, and dying contrast sharply with the most unruly, extravagant, and noble fish tank people.

It's like folding a piece of paper, stacking it higher and higher, creating completely different lives.

Both existed in this world simultaneously, remaining unbroken for eight hundred years.

It was heavy and absurd, sad and painful.

Besides the villagers, Ghost Shark also found a young man who had been beaten beyond recognition in the hotel where the gangsters were staying.

He was curled up on the wooden floor, his hands and feet bound, and he had suffered extremely brutal beatings.

A tuft of hair on his forehead was torn off, leaving a red mark; there were dried, black bloodstains on his nose and mouth; and his throat was swollen and bruised.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

The circular saw swung freely in Ghost Shark's hand, creating a triangular cut in the wall.

On the wall.

She kicked down the second-floor wall and landed directly in front of the man.

"I... cough, I'm alright. Did your navy take care of those gangsters?" The man's ears twitched, his voice was hoarse, and he opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Hmm." Ghost Shark replied curtly, glancing at his throat before flicking out two finger guns to sever the ropes. "Who are you, and why are you locked up here?"

"Cough." The other person crawled from the bloodstains on the floor to the bedside, leaned against the foot of the bed, and trembled with spasms. "My lord, my name is Rein Corleone."

“I was born into a local pastor’s family. Five years ago, my father offended the mob and was shot and killed by the Siennis family. My uncle also died at Eric’s hands while seeking revenge. In the end, my mother wanted to take me away from Crescent Island…”

Corleone looked up at the moon, his eyes reddening. He sniffed and said calmly:

"In the end, my mother also died at their hands... I was on their wanted list, unable to find a job, unable to afford food, and seeing no light at the end of the tunnel. I was like a rat, struggling and exhausted as I scurried through the sewers of life."

"Even rats organize, let alone people. There are many people on Crescent Moon Island who have had similar experiences to me, so we joined forces and overthrew the parasites who ruled this village. But we didn't expect their leader to arrive so soon..."

A pitiful person who was harmed by the gang.

After listening, Ghost Shark nodded and asked further, "Now that the gangs on Crescent Island will be wiped out soon, you can live in peace. However, I'll take you for treatment first."

Then, the girl stretched out her hand, and countless blood bats flew out from her palm, engulfing the young man and carrying him away from the hotel.

"Is that you, Mr. Corleone?" Several villagers who were walking slowly were surprised to see this, but when they got closer, they found that the man was covered in wounds.

"Miss Navy, please save him! If it weren't for Corleone fighting off the gangsters and distributing food, we would have starved to death long ago."

"Yes, it was Mr. Corleone who stood up for my daughter when she was being bullied by gangsters."

"My lord, please help such a good person!"

Around Ghost Shark, villagers quickly gathered around, recounting Corleone's good deeds. The girl looked at the young man on the swarm of bats with considerable surprise.

Corleone simply smiled and indicated that he had done it on a whim.

"Don't worry, he will get treatment." Specter glanced at the group of old men and waved his hand. "I will also arrange for a squad of marines to come and take you there for treatment."

After saying that, he spread his bat wings, used his power to lift Corleone up, and flew away, disappearing into the night.

"Lord Specter." Upon learning the other party's name, Corleone inhaled the chilly air of the high altitude and raised his voice a few decibels. "I want to join the Navy and wipe out the gangs that oppress the civilians of the West Blue!"

Specter slowed down immediately and bluntly stated, "The navy alone cannot eliminate the gang."

Then she pointed to herself and said seriously, "Even I can only guarantee that there are no gangs on Full Moon Island. Where there are people, there will be organizations. Gangs are something that, even if you suppress them on the surface, will still lurk beneath the surface."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Corleone's eyes gradually dimmed.

Thinking about it carefully, what the other party said wasn't wrong. The only place she could protect was Crescent Island. As for other places, not to mention the complex situations and intertwined networks of interests among various countries, even the navy couldn't be as purely righteous as she was.

“If you really want to eliminate the West Sea Gang,” Ghost Shark said, looking into Corleone’s eyes seriously, “I do have a way.”

"What method?" Corleone's breathing quickened.

"Do you want to be the godfather of the West Sea gang?"

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Become a gang godfather?

Corleone was almost completely bewildered.

Gangs are the thing I hate the most, and now they want me to be a gang godfather?