One Piece: Wielder of the Void

58. Rescuing Barlow

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This kind of threat was meaningless to Daiki, yet even he knew the game that needed to be played.

When facing the Den Den Mushi, he deliberately showed a flicker of concern on his face, a calculated expression that made the pirate on the other end believe he had the upper hand.

In reality, Daiki was already two steps ahead. His mind, always sharp, had already initiated the plan. His hand subtly gestured, signalling the King's Guard members into action.

They moved as one cohesive unit, with no wasted movements and no unnecessary noise.

These were no ordinary soldiers they were elite warriors, trained to respond swiftly and quietly, disappearing without so much as a whisper.

The guards, dressed in the distinctive dark uniforms of the Tru Kingdom, vanished into the shadows of the narrow alleys.

They avoided the eyes of curious onlookers, blending seamlessly into the surroundings as if they were phantoms.

In moments, they were gone, moving quickly in the direction indicated by Daiki, who, despite his outward calm, was fully alert to every detail of the unfolding situation.

"Don't harm our comrades," Daiki spoke into the receiver of the Den Den Mushi, his voice steady.

"We are preparing the 10 million Beris now, but we must guarantee their safety. I need Barlow to speak now," he added, the urgency creeping into his voice at just the right moment.

There was a pause on the other end, static crackling faintly, before the one-eyed pirate captain responded.

"No problem. As long as you prepare the Beris, your comrades will be safe. We can even guarantee that," the pirate said, his voice smug and assured. He believed he had all the cards in his hand.

Daiki's lips curled slightly. If only he knew.

While the pirate captain continued to boast about their so-called guarantees, Daiki remained focused on the task at hand. His eyes darted between his surroundings, ensuring the safety of his group.

He was running at the front, his agile form cutting through the narrow streets of the coastal town.

The Royal Guards followed in perfect synchronization, their heavy boots somehow silent on the cobblestone roads.

With his right hand, Daiki issued commands with quick, decisive gestures that sent his men exactly where they needed to be.

Daiki's left hand clutched the Den Den Mushi, still communicating with the pirate crew, playing along with their bluff.

Through the uneven streets of Nanohana, Daiki led his men towards the pirates's hideout, his mind calculating every step.

The air was thick with the desert heat of Alabasta, a faint breeze kicking up grains of sand from the surrounding dunes.

The buildings here, with their sun-bleached walls, seemed to sag under the weight of the relentless heat.

The people of Alabasta moved lethargically through the streets, their heads low, focused on their day-to-day survival, unaware of the game of life and death being played in their midst.

Finally, Daiki arrived at a dilapidated house on the outskirts of the town.

The structure was little more than a collection of rotting wooden planks and crumbling stone, barely standing, and surrounded by the arid, lifeless landscape.