Chapter 132: The West Sea Mafia
"Captain, is this sand?"
Sikai walked over and stared at the sand-like grains in Dorry's palm, puzzled.
"This is good stuff. But everyone only gets one. Hurry up!"
They were, of course, dinosaur fruits. Ever since returning to the village, Dorry and Brogy hadn't let any of the giants eat them—they'd been holding onto them all this time.
They didn't have many to begin with, barely over thirty, and there were far more giants in the village than that.
So they had saved them until now.
"Oh…"
The simple-minded giants never imagined this "sand" could be anything unusual, and they trusted their two leaders completely.
One by one, they walked over, carefully picked up a single grain, and tossed it into their mouths.
The same was happening on Brogy's ship.
Buzz… buzz… buzz…
The moment they swallowed the dinosaur fruits, a fierce aura burst from their bodies. Their once-honest faces sharpened, their pupils narrowing slightly, taking on a faint vertical shape.
"Roooarrr!"
A series of guttural roars erupted.
The giants howled as their bodies transformed like massive living machines, becoming enormous dinosaurs. Their pupils fully slit, their expressions turning vicious and wild.
Dorry and Brogy exchanged a glance and both laughed.
The captain's mission—finally, one part was complete.
The Giant Warrior Pirates could now be renamed the Giant Dragon Pirates.
Even giants who had never set foot at sea would gain a dinosaur's sense of smell and instinct to fight after eating the fruits.
"Kabababa…"
"Good. Now let the feast begin! Bring out all the wine!"
Brogy bellowed with laughter.
"Ohhhh—!!"
All the giants reverted to their normal forms, shouting excitedly. The two colossal ships erupted into lively commotion.
…
The West Sea.
Sicily Island.
Amid a mountain range.
A massive factory stood hidden among the peaks.
"Careful! Do you want everyone here dead—?"
"Hurry, hurry, move it!"
Inside the factory, a dozen burly men dressed in black Buckd orders at the thin, worn-out middle-aged workers hauling crates out of the building.
"Godfather!"
Suddenly, the men in black froze and turned toward the entrance, where a figure appeared.
Sunlight spilled over him, casting his shadow long across the floor. As he stepped forward, his face came into view—
Capone Bege.
A cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth. His face carried an air of authority, and his eyes were filled with cold arrogance.
"Well? How's production going?"
He looked to one of his men.
"We've completed a thousand guns and fifty cannons," the black-clad man replied.
Capone Bege nodded.
After returning here, he had spent the last of his money building this factory. He then eliminated every disloyal member of the Capone family and took complete control of it.
He recruited heavily and used the weapons produced here to arm his growing forces, sweeping away half of the underworld in the Sily Kingdom and seizing control of most of the underground market.
And for his new underworld empire, he chose a name: the Mafia.
Now the Mafia was known to everyone in the Sily Kingdom. The only remaining force not yet destroyed was the onewith support from the Donquixote Family—the Bessy Family.
The Bessy Family also dealt in weapons, ran casinos across the kingdom, and held numerous business partners. In terms of foundation, they still held an advantage over the Mafia.
After inspecting the workers outside, Capone Bege stepped deeper into the factory.
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