Uchiha Puppet Master, Starting from One Piece.

"Devil Fruit ability?! What?! Where's my Devil Fruit?! Who did this?!"

Seeing this, Tos was so frightened that his legs went weak, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

In the next instant, Tos felt as if his throat was being gripped tightly by an iron clamp, and Lebon's beastly strength almost crushed his collarbone.

He kicked his legs desperately, his eyes bulging slightly from lack of oxygen, staring in terror at his enraged boss.

True to his title of "Little Emperor," LeBon is indeed domineering, and his power is far beyond what ordinary people can possess.

"Boss... Boss..."

Tos's voice was hoarse and broken.

"I...it was still there when I got it back! I've been holding it close to my chest the whole time, I didn't even dare to go to the bathroom..."

Tos dared not tell the truth, because he genuinely hadn't thought it through and inexplicably handed the Devil Fruit to the guy at the door who was pretending to be the boss.

"Bullshit!" LeBon roared, slamming Tos against the wall.

With a muffled thud, the wall plaster peeled off, and Tos slid to the ground like a dead dog, clutching his chest and coughing violently, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

LeBon, panting heavily, paced back and forth in the private room like a crab trapped in a cage.

His gaze swept over the shattered box on the ground, then fixed on the trembling Tos, his mind frantically replaying every detail of what had just happened.

"To be honest, since you walked in, who else has touched you besides me?"

LeBon suddenly stopped, his sinister gaze sweeping across Tos's face like a knife.

Despite the excruciating pain, Tos's mind was a complete mess. To be honest, he might be killed by the boss too.

But the harrowing journey I just experienced remains exceptionally clear.

He raised his head, trembling, his eyes unfocused: "No...no one touched me. I did run into a few clueless guys on the way, but I shook them off...!"

"Hmm, don't forget, your younger brother is only seven years old?" Lebon took a step closer, the pressure making Tos almost suffocate.

"When I entered the hall, I met someone who looked exactly like the boss."

Tos's voice grew softer and softer.

"Boss, you know, once you give the order, I don't dare to question it, and I didn't pay any attention to it..."

The air inside the private room seemed to have frozen into solid ice.

Tos knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold floor, his body trembling violently like a sieve.

"Boss! Please, give me another chance! I promise I can find that guy who's impersonating you, I promise..."

"Chance?"

Lebon's voice was devoid of emotion, but this only fueled Tos's despair.

"Toss, you've been with me for five years."

LeBon slowly walked up to Tos, looking down at this subordinate he had once trusted so much. After all, if he hadn't trusted him, he wouldn't have let him do this.

"Over the past five years, I've taught you many things, but I seem to have forgotten to teach you the most important thing—"

He suddenly raised his foot and stomped heavily on the back of Tos's hand.

"what--!"

Tos let out a piercing scream.

"In this world, making mistakes comes at a price."

Le Bon remained expressionless, increasing the pressure under his feet until the sound of bones cracking rang out crisply.

"Boss! I was wrong! Spare me!"

Tos wept bitterly, tears and snot mingling together, desperately trying to pull his hand back, but Lebon's foot was like a mountain, unmoving.

LeBon sneered as he squatted down, pulled a dagger from his pocket, and gently patted Toth's sweat-drenched cheek.

"That fruit was my ticket to becoming the ruler of the entire West Sea underworld."

Since you've lost it, go to hell and repent.

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of cold light appeared.

"Pfft."

Blood splattered all over LeBon's face.

He casually kicked Tos's body aside, as if it were just a bag of trash.

He then took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood from his face, his eyes filled with a crazed killing intent.

"Someone come here!"

The door to the private room was suddenly pushed open, and more than a dozen burly men in full armor rushed in. They didn't even blink when they saw the corpses on the ground, clearly already used to such bloodshed.

"Boss, what are your orders?"

The burly man at the head of the group asked respectfully.

LeBon threw the blood-stained handkerchief on the ground, a cruel smile curving his lips: "Send the order to seal off the entire auction venue! Not a single fly will be allowed to escape from any of the entrances and exits! I'm going to turn this place upside down, even if it means killing everyone, I'm going to find my Devil Fruit!"

"The Devil Fruit is lost? Damn it, Tos..."

"Yes, boss! Get it done right away."

……

Not long after...

The alarm sounded throughout the entire auction hall.

Chapter 36 A Riot of Colors

The once noisy hall instantly descended into chaos.

Countless guests panicked and tried to escape, only to find that all the exits were blocked by gang members armed with heavy weapons.

"Everyone, get down! Anyone who moves will be killed on sight!"

LeBon's men, like wolves and tigers, pointed their guns at the crowd.

"LeBon, are you crazy?"

The speaker was a burly man with blond hair.

He sat at a table in the center of the hall, toying with a revolver in his hand, looking at Le Bon's men with disdain.

"This is my territory. Do you intend to start a massacre here?"

Immediately afterwards, another cold voice came from the corner: "LeBon, don't be too arrogant. This auction also has an owner. Are you trying to wipe us out by sealing off the whole place?"

The speaker was a man wearing a black suit and sporting a goatee.

He was surrounded by men in black, each with bulging waistbands, clearly carrying weapons. Then Capone Bege appeared before them.

Capone Bege stood on the second-floor railing, looking at the two men, and laughed wildly: "Capone Bege, don't give me any nonsense! My things were stolen in this venue, and nobody's leaving today! If you know what's good for you, cooperate with me, otherwise..."

He suddenly drew his gun from his waist and pointed it at the two men: "Then I'll kill you both too!"

"Ha!" Capone Becky laughed loudly and slammed his hand on the wall.

"So, you think you can take us all out with you? LeBron, who do you think you are? A Marine Admiral?"

"Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish!"

The blond man also stood up, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

The atmosphere among the three forces instantly became tense, with tensions rising.

Just then, a crisp gunshot broke the stalemate.

"boom!"

Whether out of nervousness or on purpose, one of LeBron's men accidentally discharged the bullet, which grazed Capone Becky's ear.

This shot completely ignited the explosive barrel.

"Let's do it!"

At a single command, the three gangs instantly clashed in a chaotic battle.

Gunshots, explosions, and screams mingled together. Bullets flew everywhere, and flames soared into the sky.

The originally luxurious auction venue instantly turned into a scene of carnage.

The guests screamed and fled in all directions, but were often hit by stray bullets and fell into pools of blood.

The chaotic battle between the three gangs turned the entire auction venue into a living hell, but after a brief stalemate, the three gang leaders, LeBron, Capone Becky, and the blond man, realized that continuing like this would only result in mutual destruction.

Therefore, they all turned their attention to the wealthy individual investors present.

These wealthy businessmen not only might possess Devil Fruits, but they also carry enormous wealth, making them prey for all three factions in the instant the three locked eyes.

Matsumoto Rangiku shook her head helplessly: "Although it's quite satisfying to double-cross someone, it seems that guy isn't a reasonable person either. Looks like I'm in for a busy day."

Connor calmly extended his little fist: "Want to play? Connor wants to play too."

"If they wanted to take action, we fought back in self-defense."

"Uh, Robin, this is gang territory, so there's no such thing here."

Chaos erupted again as members of the three gangs attacked the other members.

However, when they tried to approach Uchiha Hakuba and the others, they were met with a fierce counterattack.

Facing the henchmen, Uchiha Hakuba simply flashed and instantly appeared in front of a group of gang members.

The Kusanagi sword gleamed with a cold light, and with a few slashes, the opponent's weapon was severed, followed by a scream of agony.

Do you feel guilty about hitting them?

"Absolutely not."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

More than twenty armed gang members surrounded Nico Robin.

"Don't say we're bullying you because you're outnumbered; that pretty boy over there can't help you."