Chapter 32: Killer Gotti

Elbaf Island, Central Street—Flame Tank Bar.

A scantily clad dancer swayed her body with fiery energy, while a waiter skillfully maneuvered between tables, carrying trays of alcohol. Pirates, bounty hunters, and mafia members coexisted in a strange harmony, hugging each other, laughing loudly, and whistling at the women who passed by.

In a private room overlooking the entire bar, Asa tilted a wine bottle and took two sips, his sharp, cold eyes scanning the crowd below.

These people might have once shared the same dreams as him. But their ambitions had long been worn down by the harshness of reality. Some had empty dreams without the power to chase them, so they drowned themselves in alcohol, pleasure, and fleeting wealth.

"If I hadn't gambled with my life, proving my resolve in the tides of fate, would I have ended up like them? Lost and aimless, never realizing how vast and wonderful this world truly is?"

Asa exhaled slowly, pouring more of the strong rum into his mouth. A few drops trickled down from the corner of his lips, tracing the contours of his well-defined chest.

"We're already here. Why haven't you killed Gotti yet?" Avrora asked, her eyes filled with frustration. She glared at Asa but could only vent her anger through her gaze.

Before arriving on Elbaf Island, the two had encountered a Sea King. But before it could even show itself, a bolt of lightning from the heavens instantly reduced it to charred remains.

When Avrora realized that Asa was a rare Logia-type Devil Fruit user—wielding the Thunder Fruit—she was utterly shocked. As the daughter of a former mafia boss, she knew more than most about the world's hidden forces. And she understood what it meant to possess a Logia ability.

It meant that ordinary firearms and weapons were useless against him. To most people, Logia users were practically invincible.

At the time, Asa had simply smirked at her reaction. Most people were unaware of Haki, so it was no surprise that they thought he was untouchable.

"I've already brought you to this bar. That's a huge risk for me," Avrora huffed. "I might even expose the undercover agents I planted in the gang. Do you even understand that?"

Her father's influence still lingered in the mafia. Even after his death, some remained loyal.

"I understand." Asa took another sip of wine, his voice calm. "But do you really think your father's so-called loyalists would stay true to you? Wake up. If they were loyal, they'd be dead already."

"We arrived on this island in broad daylight, with no attempt to hide our presence. The news has already spread. I guarantee someone will be coming for us soon."

"Impossible!" Avrora's heart wavered, but she didn't want to believe it.

Just as she finished speaking…

BANG!

The doors of the bar burst open as a swarm of mafia members poured inside. Within moments, the entire establishment was packed.

The crowd quickly parted, as if making way for someone important.

A deep, commanding voice echoed from the entrance.

"Mafia business. If you're not involved, step aside. Drinks are on the house today—so long as you keep your mouths shut!"

The figures at the entrance blocked out the daylight as they stepped inside.

The man at the front had a brutal face, his head already bald despite his young age. But the most distinctive feature was his right arm, which was equipped with a massive, high-caliber machine gun.

A weapon of devastating firepower.

This man was none other than Killer Gotti—Capone Bege's right-hand man.

"Vallon! Are you sure Young Miss Avrora and the bastard who killed my men are here?" Gotti's voice was fierce, his tone carrying a clear threat.

"No doubt about it, Boss. The spies just saw them enter. They haven't left."

The man named Vallon was the same small-time leader who had fled from the island of hope and sunshine—Asa had deliberately let him escape.

The bar fell into complete silence. The only sound remaining was the conversation between Gotti and Vallon.

"H-He's here!" Avrora's face paled, her body trembling. Even though she knew Asa was powerful, the fear of Killer Gotti's reputation still gripped her heart.

Gotti led the way, followed by Vallon and a squad of mafia enforcers. They marched toward the VIP seating area where Asa and Avrora were.

Sensing Avrora's fearful gaze, Gotti lifted his head. His fierce, predatory eyes locked onto hers in an instant.

"He's coming!" Avrora instinctively moved closer to Asa, as if seeking psychological comfort.

"Gotti isn't just some assassin in the shadows," she whispered, her voice trembling. "His nickname, 'Killer,' doesn't refer to a stealthy hitman… it means he's a butcher. A man who only knows how to kill."

"Young Miss Avrora! I thought you had already run away!" Vallon sneered. "Didn't expect you to walk right into our hands! Hahahaha!"

Then, Vallon turned to Asa, his expression darkening.

"Lord Gotti, this bastard killed more than a dozen of our men! You have to make him pay!"

Vallon pointed at Asa with hatred burning in his eyes.

"Oh?" Asa leaned back on the couch, swirling the wine in his bottle lazily. "I let you live… and now you come back begging to die? Some people really don't know how to value their lives."

Gotti pushed Vallon aside with his machine-gun arm, his expression cold and filled with fury.

"So, it was you, huh?" Gotti's voice was deep, rough—full of restrained aggression. "You've got some nerve, kid. Killing my men in my own territory? State your name!"

Asa took a final sip of his wine before meeting Gotti's gaze directly.

"You can call me Hippoly D. Asa."

Then, he smirked.

"Remember that name. It'll be your final bragging right in hell."

Gotti narrowed his eyes.

"Hippoly family? Hmph. I don't care who you are." His tone was filled with disdain. "Hand over Avrora now, and I'll let you walk away alive. Otherwise…"

Though Gotti looked brutish, he wasn't an idiot. He could tell that Asa wasn't just some random thug.

The gang's position had only recently stabilized—it wasn't worth making a powerful enemy.

"No!!" Avrora panicked, her face going pale.

Asa finally lifted his head and smirked at Gotti.

"You want me to just leave?" His voice was filled with mockery. "She offered the Fortress Fruit in exchange for your life. So tell me… is your life more valuable than a Devil Fruit?"

The mere mention of the Fortress Fruit made Gotti's expression twist into a scowl.

"The Fortress Fruit—the one Boss Bege wants?"

Gotti instantly realized that negotiations were over.

"In that case, I have no choice but to kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted his machine-gun arm—

And pulled the trigger.

"DADADADADADADADA!!"

A storm of bullets erupted, filling the room with a deafening roar.

A relentless metal storm rained down upon Asa, sealing off all possible escape routes.

The entire bar was bathed in flashing lights as the gunfire continued to roar.

(End Of Chapter)

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