Chapter 8: Shakky Takes the Initiative
Sabaody Archipelago—lawless zone—a secluded alley.
"Shakky, I know you're all alone, with no ties holding you back. You can do whatever you want... but that also means you have no one to rely on! Grab her!"
The middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses didn't spare Shakky another glance as he turned away. Dozens of burly men emerged from the shadows, surrounding her.
"Over the years, I bet you've stashed away at least 500 million Belly, haven't you, Shakky?"
Hearing that she had just made off with another few tens of millions today, he couldn't resist making a move. A mere information broker? He was going to take everything from her.
"Hypocrites, all of you. Scumbags!"
Shakky struck a massive bamboo pole beside her, sending a cloud of fine white powder into the air. The lime dust swirled down, stinging the eyes of the men around her. Their agonized screams echoed as the quicklime reacted with moisture, generating intense heat and burning their eyes—some might even go permanently blind.
Without hesitation, Shakky lifted a sewer grate and jumped down, vanishing into the maze of underground tunnels.
"Damn it! Is she dead? If not, chase her down! I'm gutting her tonight!"
The man in gold-rimmed glasses used Geppo to leap into the sewer, scanning the three possible escape routes. Spotting a set of footprints, he took off in pursuit. But after a while, the trail suddenly disappeared.
"Damn it, she tricked me!"