The Greatest Disgrace in Marine History-Chapter 187 - 89: A Message Delivered

Half of Senor's body was submerged into the side of the ship's hull. He raised a white handkerchief and gently dabbed the cold sweat from his brow, eyes carefully scanning the surroundings.

The stern of the ship faced the open sea, a horizon that stretched endlessly into the distance. Howling waves crashed against the rocky shore, bursting into white frothy spray.

A few grey-and-white seabirds skimmed across the sea. The sunset had stained both sky and ocean the color of blood.

"I didn't expect the Beasts Pirates to build their main base in a place like this..."

Turning to glance at the island's side, Senor saw an endless expanse of reddish-brown earth stretching from the shore to the horizon. Far in the distance, towering black chimneys belched thick, dark smoke into the sky.

From the direction of the port came bursts of raucous laughter, mingled with the scent of roasted meat and strong liquor wafting on the wind.

The outer members of the Beasts Pirates, tasked with guarding the ship, had already lit a bonfire.

Senor exhaled slowly, looking pale and weary.

He really wanted a smoke.

Three days and three nights.

He hadn't shut his eyes for three whole days.

After departing Rubeck Island in the North Blue, he used the Donquixote Family's connections to infiltrate the New World through the shipping fleet of the so-called "Emperor of the Underworld," Deep-Sea Currents Umit. It had taken four days.

Relying on his Devil Fruit ability, he "merged" himself into the slave hold of the ship Umit used to trade with the Beasts Pirates, never once showing his face.

He chose the slave hold because even if his presence was accidentally detected, anyone using Observation Haki would simply assume he was one of the countless captives.

"I have to be even more careful..."

Senor took a deep breath, forcing his breathing to become slow and shallow.

In the North Blue, he was considered a powerful fighter—but here in the New World, he was far from adequate.

Even an ordinary officer of the Beasts Pirates could likely kill him with ease.

His one and only asset... was his Devil Fruit power.

With that in mind, Senor scanned the area once more.

Now... where would the godfather of the Young Master be held?

He quickly locked onto a direction. His figure, like a droplet merging into the sea, vanished again into the body of the pirate ship.

—

On the docks—

Beneath the pirate ship moored at the port, a dozen pirates in beast pelts were humming lewd songs, feasting on meat and downing alcohol, laughing boisterously.

"Lord Queen's really scored big this time..."

"Oh? Something as important as supply coordination, and Lord King didn't handle it personally? Isn't that usually his job?"

"Well, I heard there's been some development in Wano. Lord Kaido took Lord King and left the island."

"No wonder Queen's so fired up."

"Who cares? That's way above our pay grade."

"Exactly—come on, drink up!"

"Hey, hey... I thought I just felt something weird for a second..."

"Hahahaha!! You're drunk! Can't handle it, go sit with the kids!"

"..."

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Inside the prison.

Bang!!

Two fists clad in Seastone cuffs smashed simultaneously into each other's faces. Darren and Bullet staggered backward, crashing hard into the stone wall of the prison, sending chips of rock flying.

Their lips immediately swelled. Blood trickled from the corners of both their mouths.

Darren wiped the blood away with a grin, panting.

"Your punches are vicious."

Bullet, equally breathless, grinned back.

"You're not bad yourself."

Their eyes locked. In that instant, a cold gleam sparked between them.

They stepped forward simultaneously.

Thud!

Their right feet struck the ground with force, leaving shallow craters behind. Their fists, thrown with full strength, once again landed square on each other's faces.

Sweat and blood sprayed through the air.

Like wild beasts in a cage, the two figures launched into a flurry of attacks, unleashing some of the most advanced close-combat techniques this sea had to offer—within the narrow confines of a prison cell.

Darren, raised in the North Blue, had clawed his way up from the bottom ranks of the military. For years, he'd honed his combat techniques in brutal sparring with Sakazuki, and after joining the training camp, further refined his fighting style under Zephyr. His approach was ruthless and intense.

Bullet, who had been defusing landmines on battlefields since the age of eight, had lived a life soaked in blood. He had no set style—only pure killing instinct. His combat was sharp, decisive, and lethal.

Over these past few days of "sparring," both had learned from each other, refining and expanding their own deadly arsenals.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The thud of fists, the whistling of kicks—they rang like thunder and tore through the air like wind.

Suddenly—

Both Darren and Bullet narrowed their eyes, as if sensing something amiss. Without hesitation, they struck toward the prison wall!

A hammer-like punch. A razor-edged whip kick.

"Wait!!"

From the rippling surface of the wall came a panicked shout.

Boom!!

The wall exploded in a shower of rubble and dust. A human figure, seemingly embedded in the stone, was suddenly revealed.

Darren's hand clamped around the intruder's throat like an iron vice, yanking him out of the wall and raising him high in the air.

Smoke and dust billowed around them.

"Someone managed to get through solid rock into this prison... Who are you?"

Bullet narrowed his eyes, a murderous gleam within them, and sneered.

"I... I..."

Senor struggled to speak. The grip on his neck wasn't all that strong—but the touch of the Seastone cuffs on his skin overwhelmed him with a wave of weakness and fatigue unlike anything he'd ever felt.

As the smoke cleared, Darren finally saw the youth in the suit—and a memory in his mind clicked into place.

"I know who you are."

He let go.

"Pleased to meet you, Senor."

Senor, face pale and breathing ragged, eyes widened in shock.

How does he know my name? We've never met. I only joined the Donquixote Family two weeks ago!

Unless...

A terrifying thought surged into his brain.

Could there be a spy from Darren within the Donquixote Family!?

A shiver ran down Senor's spine. He didn't dare think about it any further.

Looking at the two bloodied men before him—both exuding a demonic pressure despite wearing Seastone cuffs—his heart trembled violently.

They're shackled... yet still radiate such overwhelming force...

"Darren, who is this guy?"

Bullet sized up Senor with clear hostility in his eyes.

Senor took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm.

Looking at the black-haired Marine in front of him, he slowly dropped to one knee.

"Lord Darren, I am a member of the Donquixote Family—Senor."

Bowing his head, he spoke solemnly:

"The Young Master, Lord Doflamingo, has sent me... to deliver his sincerest regards."

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To be continued...