Chapter 181: Underworld Clashes in the Kingdom of Trino

Three days flew by in the blink of an eye.

A brutal, never-ending war broke out on the South Blue and North Blue.

As the Felix Family and Mark Family crumbled, massive power vacuums opened up across the South and North Blue’s criminal underworld.

Dozens of new mafia families jumped into the chaos, each one hungry to become the next dominant force of the seas.

South Blue, Kingdom of Trino!

“Lord Batoia, the Kingdom of Trino is just ahead.”

After days of rest, the Batoia contingent had rebuilt their forces, gathering a swarm of new followers.

They even summoned more ships and mafia from the East Blue. Now, fully prepared, they set sail for the Felix Family’s base in the Kingdom of Trino, determined to wipe them out with a single strike.

But the truth was, the entire Kingdom of Trino had long since fallen under the Felix Family’s control, inside and out.

For years, the forces under Karl had poured their resources into the Four Seas, all to boost commerce and rake in more Berries.

Yet on the flip side, this also allowed all these mafia families to grow bolder and stronger.

“Ah!”

As the Batoia group landed on the edge of Beria Islet, he immediately spotted someone hidden in the woods. With a swift movement, he closed in and snapped the man’s right hand with a single move.

“Tell me, are you with the Felix Family?” The Batoia man grabbed him by the collar, dragging him out and tossing him onto the beach.

The nearby mafia surrounded him, while more and more of their comrades landed and slipped into the trees, lurking just out of sight.

Staring at the mafia man still holding out through gritted teeth, Batoia couldn’t help but give him a silent thumbs up in his heart.

For a mafia man, he was excruciatingly loyal. Batoia waved his hands to both sides.

The mafia men on either side flashed cold grins and stepped forward. Soon, they started their own unique brand of interrogation.

They hauled over a table and laid the man out on top.

One of the underlings fetched a handful of bird feathers.

Four men pinned down his arms and legs, while two more stripped his shirt and went straight for his armpits and waist with relentless tickling.

“Hahaha!”

“Hahahaha…”

“I’ll talk… hahaha… I’ll… say… hahaha…”

The torture scene was certainly an eyesore, but no one could deny just how effective it was.

It only took ten minutes for the man to finally give in.

“Master Clyde ordered me to keep watch on you here.”

“If… I spotted any large number… of unknown people landing, I was supposed to contact him… through the Den Den Mushi…”

Batoia stepped forward and rummaged through his clothes.

Sure enough, tucked away in his pocket was a Den Den Mushi.

Once he had the answer he wanted, Batoia didn’t waste another word. He grabbed the man’s arm, yanked him up, and smashed his head with one decisive blow.

“Search the area for any other spies. Find out where his family is based.”

Now that they had what they needed, all that remained was to hunt down the Felix Family and strike at their heart.

At the same time, Stac landed with hundreds of his own men on the island.

“Lord Stac.” One of his men quickly brought over a map.

Their group had arrived first, so they’d already mapped out the Felix Family’s location.

But Stac wasn’t the type to take the first hit. He planned to let Batoia attack first, then swoop in for the spoils.

“Sir, they’ve arrived.”

A voice called out from up in a tree—more mafia had been stationed there, keeping watch with binoculars.

“Hahaha, perfect!”

“Have someone deliver this over there.” He summoned a nearby subordinate to hand the map to Batoia’s group.

Soon enough, Batoia received the map.

As the mafia man walked away, one of Batoia’s men asked suspiciously, “Since when are they so generous?”

“Heh, I know all about swooping in for the easy prize.”

Thanks to years of reports from the World News Agency, bits of wisdom like the Thirty-Six Stratagems had become common knowledge.

“Pass down the orders!”

“Everyone stay alert. Lie in wait near the Felix Family’s stronghold. If they don’t make a move, neither will we.”

As night fell, both groups gathered close to the Felix Family’s territory.

But Stac arrived first. Hearing noises from afar, he signaled to his men from his perch in a tree.

His men gave a small nod and slipped away.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

Dozens of flaming arrows arced down toward Batoia’s group.

“Take cover!” Batoia saw the storm of arrows and thought they’d been discovered.

He quickly led his men to defend themselves, but these arrows weren’t meant to kill. Instead, when they landed, they set the surrounding jungle and trees ablaze.

With the sudden flare of fire, the mafia guarding the main gates noticed at once.

From the right front came a loud shout: “Hurry! Enemies are here!”

From the angle the voice and arrows came, Batoia realized right away Stac had set them up.

But he wasn’t about to let them walk all over him.

“Return fire in that direction—two volleys. Then advance on the Felix Family!”

“Bang bang bang!”

“Bang bang bang!”

On Batoia’s command, hundreds of mafia behind them raised their rifles and fired two volleys toward the forest.

As soon as the shooting stopped, Batoia drew his blade and shouted, “Brothers, charge!”

He led the charge himself, sprinting for the Felix Family’s stronghold.

The mass of mafia behind him followed at a dead run.

On the other side, Stac, having weathered two attacks, grumbled, “Let’s attack too.”

He knew exactly what those two salvos meant.

With both groups launching their assaults, the two mobs quickly clashed at the frontline.

Inside the Felix Family manor came the sound of frantic footsteps. “Reporting, Master Clyde!”

“There are huge numbers of mafia at the gates. They look like they’re from the West Blue and South Blue—the Batoia and Capone Families!”

Clyde jerked upright.

“By the island’s…” Before he finished, he cut himself off—clearly, with both groups ashore, all his sentries had been taken out.

But he didn’t hesitate. Rising, he grabbed his longsword and said to the people before him, “Live or die, it all comes down to this.”

He refused to believe they’d lose to mafia from the East and West Blue.

They’d all grown at the same pace, learned similar skills—he couldn’t imagine the enemy was truly unstoppable.

Brandishing his longsword, he strode out the door.

With each step toward the manor’s entrance, a crowd of thousands of suited men rallied behind him.

Among these mafia, some were long-standing family members—others, newly recruited. Their strengths varied wildly.