I, Broly, began by destroying the pirate world.

35. Let her experience the wickedness of this world.

"Lord Broly, are you taking Hancock with you?"

With parting imminent, Toritoma bowed and asked for instructions.

Broly and his crew are about to set sail for the South Blue, while the Kuja Pirates have already prepared supplies in Water 7 and are waiting to return to Amazon Lily.

The crew could all see that Broly was quite interested in Hancock, so they thought they could go along with it and keep the little girl by his side.

Upon hearing this, little Hancock couldn't help but pout her pink lips.

It's one thing for that old geezer Gloriosa to love playing matchmaker, but why is Lord Torituma also joining in, insisting on pushing me out?

"No."

Broly waved his hand casually, his tone nonchalant, "If she's not interested in me, then don't force it."

If the Hancock before him had grown into her complete form from the Marineford War, and if he could also use his own thing, he wouldn't mind keeping this thorny rose by his side.

After all, it doesn't matter whether a forced relationship is sweet or not; as long as it quenches thirst, that's enough.

But right now, she's just a nine-year-old girl who has no special feelings for him, so he doesn't need to bother taking her with him.

As soon as he finished speaking, Broly boarded the ship first, surrounded by Tezzolo and his entourage.

The anchor was pulled up with a snap, the sails billowed in the sea breeze, and the ship quickly sailed away from the harbor, leaving only a gradually fading silhouette.

Grandma glanced sideways at the sulking Hancock, her eyes filled with disdain.

Little Hancock felt uncomfortable being stared at, stomped her foot, and complained indignantly, "W-what are you doing! Why does it seem like it's all my fault? Who I like is my own business, isn't it? Why are you forcing me!"

The old woman ignored her complaints and turned to Toritoma, saying in a deep voice, "Toritoma, don't rush back to Amazon Lily. Take this girl to see just how cruel this world really is."

In Grandma's opinion, Hancock is simply ungrateful for her good fortune.

It's a blessing that Broly is even slightly interested in her; this girl actually dares to be picky.

Torritoma instantly understood Grandma's intention, and immediately reached out and grabbed Hancock by the back of her collar, pulling her towards the ship like a little rabbit with its fur standing on end.

Hancock was terrified, kicking and struggling wildly as she shouted, "Lord Toritoma! What are you doing? Let me go! Let me go!"

So, the Kuja Pirates, who originally planned to return, turned their ship around and sailed towards the end of the first half of the Grand Line—the Sabaody Archipelago.

Several days later, the Kuja Pirates' Perfume Serpent arrived safely at the Sabaody Archipelago and docked smoothly.

A group of slender, well-dressed female pirates disembarked, instantly enraging the rough, sea-dwelling pirates in the harbor. They whistled lewdly and hurled vulgarities at them.

"Hey! Little beauty, how about keeping me company for a bit of fun?"

"Holy crap! These bodies are all incredibly hot!"

Upon hearing this, the women of the Kuja Pirates all cast disdainful glances at them as if they were trash.

Even if they have needs, they still have to choose men who are decent-looking, unlike these pirates, who are all ugly and have faces full of scars.

After all, when men go looking for prostitutes, they want pretty ones, not tanks, right?

Among pirates, those who are as handsome as Cavendish are extremely rare.

On the other side of the port, next to a large ship that was entirely fiery red with a striking flamingo carved on its prow, Doflamingo and the Donquixote Family executives slowly disembarked.

He watched the chaotic scene from afar, listening to the foul language, and couldn't help but sneer, his tone full of contempt: "What a bunch of idiots."

These guys are animals who think with their lower bodies. Haven't they seen the news? The Kuja Pirates are Broly's people now, and these idiots still dare to spew such foul language.

Torritoma, his face cold, stared at the group of lecherous pirates, his eyes gleaming with disgust, and coldly ordered, "Kill them all!"

The female pirates responded immediately, some drawing their swords, others drawing their bows, and instantly engaged the group of reckless pirates in a fierce battle.

In the past, Torritoma might have hesitated, but now that he's latched onto Broly, wouldn't it be a waste not to take advantage of his powerful backer?

While the Kuja Pirates might not be considered top-tier in the New World, they are absolutely dominant in the "Paradise" of the first half of the Grand Line.

After all, they have practiced martial arts since childhood, and domineering aura is a required course for every member. This alone is enough to crush the vast majority of pirates.

Seeing the chaos at the dock, Doflamingo made a quick decision: "Go, lend a hand."

"Dover, are we really going to meddle in this?" Torrepol's sticky voice rang out.

Doflamingo's lips curled into a shrewd, cold smile: "This is a golden opportunity to curry favor with Broly, how could we miss it?"

Rather than calling Doflamingo a pirate, it's more accurate to describe him as a shrewd and calculating businessman.

In the original story, he only managed to gain a foothold in the New World by clinging to Kaido's coattails. Now that he has an even stronger backer like Broly, why would he let him go?

The pirates, who were already weak, became even more vulnerable after the Donquixote Family joined the battle.

In just two minutes, the dock was stained with a glaring blood color.

Looking at the pirates groaning on the ground, Toritoma's eyes flashed with a ruthless glint. He coldly ordered, "Chop off their obstructive parts and throw them out to feed the sea monsters. Leave the men here and don't worry about them."

Are we just going to let them die like that? That would be too easy on these scumbags.

Since their minds are full of filthy thoughts, it's better to just let them give up all hope and live a miserable life.

"No! Have mercy!"

The pirates begged for mercy, crying and screaming, and many even collapsed to the ground and kowtowed, showing no trace of their previous arrogance.

Sure enough, pirates are just that kind of creature—cheap, stupid, and wicked.

Toritoma completely ignored their wails. After giving orders to his men, he turned to Doflamingo across from him, his tone icy, showing no respect whatsoever to this "Heavenly Demon" with a higher bounty than his own: "Donquixote Doflamingo, what do you mean?"

Doflamingo shrugged, a hint of mockery in his laughter: "Fuffuff—it's nothing. Isn't it a gentleman's duty to lend a helping hand when a beautiful lady is in trouble?"

Toritoma curled his lip in disdain, scoffing at the nonsense. Too lazy to deal with Doflamingo, he dragged Hancock, who had also been through a battle and was still covered in blood, and headed straight for the depths of the island.

Doflamingo watched the direction the two had left, his brows furrowing slightly behind his sunglasses.

That direction... is the slave auction venue.