Chapter 258: Withering Instantly

Otefi Island.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

Gunfire erupted constantly, with flintlock rifles spitting tongues of flame. Bullets rained down in a dense barrage, and the island was ablaze, engulfed in thick smoke.

It was hard to imagine such a 'battle' within the West Blue region could reach such an intensity, comparable to a war zone!

Upon closer inspection, however, it became clear that the other gang forces held a decisive advantage. They were steadily closing in, attempting to annihilate every member of the Razor Gang on Otefi Island.

The battle, which had erupted in the early hours of the previous day, was now nearing its end.

The Razor Gang's strength and resilience far exceeded the expectations of the other gang forces. Initially, they believed that without the powerful support of the "Immortal Drifters," the Razor Gang would be easily defeated.

Yet, under Tommy Shelby's relentless maneuvers and frequent commands, the Razor Gang, caught off guard in the early hours, managed to endure the initial onslaught and slowly stabilized.

By dawn, the Razor Gang members had begun to organize a counterattack, fighting back against the invading gang forces on Otefi Island.

However, the absence of their key player significantly weakened the Razor Gang's overall strength.

As time passed, the Razor Gang members stationed on Otefi Island found it increasingly difficult to resist the combined assault of the other forces, gradually falling into a disadvantage.

By the third day, the Razor Gang was on its last legs.

Although they occasionally launched counterattacks, they were mostly on the defensive, running out of ammunition and supplies.

Tommy Shelby sat in the central headquarters of the Razor Gang, disheveled and exhausted, his eyes bloodshot, clearly on the brink of collapse.

But Tommy forced himself to stay alert, not just to withstand the next round of attacks from the other gang forces but also to hold out until reinforcements arrived.

Yesterday, Tommy had been able to fight off other forces, using his explosive abilities to drive them back. However, the strain of using the Pop-Pop Fruit had taken its toll on his stamina.

After playing the hero for half a day, Tommy was forced to retreat to the headquarters, reduced to a defensive commander.

"Hurry up! Whoever breaks through the Razor Gang's headquarters first will claim this island!" roared a leader of one of the attacking gangs, spurring his men into action with the promise of rich rewards.

Motivated by such a bounty, the attackers unleashed a barrage of high-powered weapons and ammunition at the headquarters.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The deafening explosions shook the ground, making ears ring.

"Keep going!"

As they prepared for a second round of concentrated fire, a powerful and nearly suffocating pressure suddenly descended from the sky, rendering the surroundings pale and muted.

With this overwhelming presence came a ghostly figure descending from above.

A voice echoed across Otefi Island.

"Had enough of your fun?"

Adrian descended from the sky, causing a stunned silence to fall over the scene.

The attacking gang members stared at him, their expressions frozen in shock, even the hidden gang leaders watched in disbelief.

"He can fly?!"

"Another Devil Fruit user!"

"His value... could rival that of Tommy Shelby, the Razor Gang's leader!"

The leader of the Gambino family, a greedy, scrawny Grandpa, eyed Adrian with avarice and barked an order.

"Fire! Capture him too!"

The Gambino family members aimed their guns at Adrian and fired.

Bang! Bang!

Gunfire and smoke filled the air.

Adrian remained indifferent, his gaze sweeping over the attackers. Bullets that could pierce an ordinary person passed through him without causing any harm.

Years ago, Adrian had faced intense gunfire from the Capone gang and emerged unscathed thanks to his Ghostly Body.

Gunpowder and bullets? He had long since dismissed them as threats.

Shock and astonishment appeared on the faces of the attacking gang members.

"Don't know who I am?"

Adrian raised an eyebrow, uninterested in idle talk. He raised a finger, activating his powers.

In an instant, thousands of white ghosts materialized and surged forward.

Mini Ghost: Withering Heart!

Everyone present, whether Gambino family members or other gang forces, became his targets.

The battlefield transformed abruptly.

White ghosts darted forward, and the gang members, realizing something was wrong, tried to defend themselves.

But their weapons were useless against White Ghosts. Swords and guns couldn't even slow them down.

It was a one-sided massacre. The mini ghosts overpowered everyone instantly.

Splat!

A mini ghost pierced through the Gambino family leader's chest, exploding in a burst of blood.

Before he could scream, more mini ghosts surrounded him, tearing through his limbs and torso, reducing him to chunks of flesh.

The stench of blood quickly filled the air.

"Ghosts! They're ghosts!" shouted the leader of the Colombo family, a tall, thin man who suddenly recalled something.

"You're White Ghost?!"

"Correct, but no prize for you."

Adrian flicked his fingers, sending several mini ghosts at the man.

Adrian had been on a mission as the Wind Wielder, just three islands away from completing the final route, when Tommy's call had interrupted him.

Despite his reluctance to abandon his near-complete mission, Adrian couldn't let his valuable pawns and the Razor Gang be wiped out.

The Razor Gang was one of his few connections to the players.

Adrian had rushed from Paradise in the first half of the Grand Line to Otefi Island in the West Blue, only to find the gang's base on the verge of destruction.

Already annoyed, Adrian had no patience for the gang leaders' theatrics.

Time to finish them off.