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Chapter 727: We Are Navy
Chapter 727: We Are Navy
As Klah gazed at the towering Gold Hotel, Lida suddenly furrowed her brow and turned toward a distant direction.
Footsteps echoed.
A group of individuals clad in black dress uniforms marched forward with arrogant strides.
“We found you, Job!”
At the forefront, a man with crimson hair spotted the broken entrance, the kneeling figure inside, and the two Navy officers stationed at the door.
“Navy?”
The man paused but quickly dismissed their presence, shouting into the building, “Job! It’s time to settle your debts! The rental fees for this house, plus the interest on your existing debts—”
“Please, grant me more time,” Job pleaded bitterly. “I truly have no money right now.”
“Of course I know that,” the red-haired man sneered. “We’ve been looking for you for days. You agreed to work at the factory, and now you’ll run no longer.”
Job’s face twisted in anguish. His debts had trapped him in this predicament. The factory demanded he work overseas, leaving the city where he could feed the children. But no one ever returned from those foreign posts. If he left, what would become of the kids? That’s why he’d been evading them for days.
“How much does he owe?” Lida suddenly asked.
The red-haired man sized her up, surprised a child so small could be Navy.
“This is our city’s internal matter, unrelated to you,” he said, though he added smugly, “But since you asked—Job owes us three million Beri principal. With daily interest at ten thousand Beri, plus the monthly rent of one hundred thousand Beri for this house Tezoro kindly leased to him years ago… How much total?”
“Twenty million Beri,” a companion interjected with a malevolent grin.
“Exactly,” the red-haired man nodded. “You’ll never repay that, so come with us.”
He strode toward Job, reaching to seize the man.
From the cluster of children inside, a boy of eight or nine—about Lida’s physical age—stepped forward, blocking the man’s path.
“Don’t take my father!”
“Hmph? Out of the way, brat. This isn’t your fight,” the red-haired man scoffed, his hand rising to shove the child aside.
Crack!
Suddenly, a hand gripped his wrist.
The man turned to see the bespectacled Navy officer standing beside him, adjusting his glasses with his free hand.
“Using debt as pretext to force unfree labor qualifies as human trafficking,” Klah stated calmly. “And now, we’ve found you. By superior command, we are here to apprehend this trafficking ring. You’re under arrest.”
“Huh?”
The man barked a laugh. “Do you even know who I am? I work for Tezoro’s officers! This is Gran Tesoro—a World Government-sanctioned neutral zone. Navy has no jurisdiction here!”
Klah’s grip tightened. Under the neon glow, his glasses flashed ominously.
Snap!
A bone-cracking sound rang out as the man clutched his shattered wrist, howling in pain.
Simultaneously, scores of Navy reinforcements arrived, encircling the group.
“I don’t need to know who you are,” Klah told the writhing man. “I only need to remember—we are Navy.”
Boom!
Elsewhere in the Commercial District, Sazil stepped over fallen Tezoro underlings, snapping shut his Transponder Snail. “Commence the operation! Encircle the entire district! Begin searching! Fire upon any suspicious individuals without hesitation!”
Just as they’d done in Sabaody, history repeated itself.
“Encircle them!”
From the port, Navy forces surged forward. Under Wilbur’s command, officers surrounded every commercial establishment—restaurants, taverns, casinos, and pleasure houses. Tourists were subjected to identity checks, while suspects were detained.
All debt-ridden residents were temporarily detained under suspicion, awaiting clearance. For people who’d long lost their freedom in this city, this sudden intervention felt like a miracle—no one resisted.
Tourists, though bewildered, kept silent as Navy officers ruthlessly subdued Tezoro’s men. Who would dare provoke Navy, the World Government’s direct subordinate? Surely, they acted under orders.
On a nearby street, Kuro sensed the Navy’s aura consuming the district with Observation Haki. Smirking, he muttered, “Not bad, really.”
“A grand spectacle, Lord Kuro.”
A voice echoed from above.
The Navy officers beside Kuro looked up. Perched atop a neon-lit skyscraper stood a shadowy figure in a ninja stance. Piercing eyes glared down.
“Ah, here comes one of the dogs,” Kuro mused. “My master avoids messy work, so the watchdogs come out to play.”
“I am Chuan Zang,” the figure announced, dropping to the ground in a flash. Clad in jet-black ninja garb, blades adorned his belt and shoulders, half his face hidden by cloth. “I’ve come for your blade—and your life.”
“Autumn Water,” Kuro identified the famous sword. “A legendary blade once wielded by the dragon-slaying swordsman Ryuma, the bounty hunter Roronoa Zoro, and now Navy Vice Admiral Golden Lion. A worthy treasure indeed.”
(End of Chapter)
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