"You actually work seriously sotis?"
Seeing Orin like this, it wasn’t just Mihawk—Crocodile was also visibly shocked.
They had followed this guy for years, and not once had they seen him take work seriously.
Was the sun rising from the west today?
But watching Orin stroll through the streets, hopping from one business to another, even Mihawk began to doubt his own assumptions.
Maybe he’d really misjudged the guy...
Crocodile, who hadn’t seen Orin’s extravagant lifestyle firsthand, wasn’t too surprised. She assud Orin was just slacking on the ship, but when it ca to real business, he seed pretty reliable...
Following Orin’s lead, the group soon arrived outside a sizable auction house.
It looked well-established, and even required proof of funds to enter.
The guards at the entrance looked decently strong—but only by ordinary standards.
Without Haki, they could only serve as basic gatekeepers. Still, that was enough to keep out riffraff without millions of Belly.
Wearing sunglasses, Orin and the others queued up with the rest, taking the opportunity to personally go through every step of the service process. Only by doing so could they properly supervise their subordinates.
At the verification checkpoint, Orin handed over a slip of paper.
"What’s this? A certificate of assets? A bank statent?"
The guard, without looking at his face, took the paper casually and opened it.
A wanted poster.
"Wha..."
The guard looked up and instantly froze. Anyone who had worked in the underground world would recognize that lower half of a face. His eyes bulged and jaw dropped.
Orin simply smiled and made a zip-it gesture across his lips.
The two guards imdiately shut their mouths.
Literally.
Not until Orin had entered the venue did they manage to open them again, both drenched in cold sweat.
"What do we do? Should we report this to Doflamingo-sama!?"
The guard next to him smacked his head with a punch, leaving a swelling lump.
"You idiot! Orin-sama clearly doesn’t want attention. Are you trying to disobey him? Who do you think is more important—Doflamingo-sama or Orin-sama!? Can’t you tell the difference!?"
"O-Okay... got it."
Inside the venue, it didn’t take long before a sharp-eyed staff mber recognized the group sitting in the back row.
After all, not everyone was an oblivious fool.
Quickly, they offered Orin a spot in the front row—pri seats of gold. Orin waved it off, and the three casually chose a place to sit.
Crossing his legs, Orin sat back comfortably.
At this point, being recognized didn’t matter. The auction was about to begin, and no one had ti for PR stunts anymore.
He was here to enjoy his first auction.
Crossing his legs, indulging in complintary fruit and massage services, he attracted plenty of curious glances.
"Who is that guy? He’s getting special treatnt."
"I’m a pirate with a fifty-million Belly bounty, and they won’t even assign a girl to give a massage. What the hell!?"
"Maybe he’s soone really big... he does look kinda familiar."
"Big shot? Please, I’m the heir of a noble family from a World Governnt mber nation!!!"
The other attendees were clearly curious about the trio’s identity.
But with them sitting in the dark rear seats, no one could get a good look, so they eventually gave up.
At that mont—
Several figures made their grand entrance, completely surrounded by guards, riding tall slaves like they were astronauts.
Silence fell over the entire venue.
"Tch, a bunch of lowly peasants..."
The two Celestial Dragons were clearly satisfied by the sudden hush, scanning the crowd with disdain as they arrogantly made their way to the front row.
"So full of themselves..." Orin chuckled, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Should we deal with them?" Crocodile and Mihawk asked in unison, surprising even themselves.
"No need. There’ll be fun soon enough."
Orin grinned.
He wasn’t afraid of killing Celestial Dragons—after all, his seniors had slaughtered plenty in God Valley.
But it wasn’t necessary. His current relationship with the World Governnt was decent, so he’d let it slide for now.
"Saint Grimm, the Holy Land is urging us to return imdiately. We are not to remain on the Sabaody Archipelago any longer..."
Dressed in black, looking every bit the governnt agent, the man whispered nervously behind one of the Celestial Dragons.
"Nani!?"
Grimm’s face twisted in rage.
In the agent’s terrified eyes—
BANG!!!
A wisp of smoke rose as the man collapsed heavily to the floor.
No one intervened. No one dared.
Even the staff simply waited until the Celestial Dragons left before quietly dragging the body away.
Just a slave. Killed by a Celestial Dragon. It didn’t matter.
"The order from the Holy Land said ten days, didn’t it? You filthy dog! How dare you defy the great Celestial Dragons!!!"
Clearly, in Grimm’s mind, the agent’s reminder had made him lose face in front of his peers.
The two rode their slaves to the front row. Shortly after they sat, the auction began.
The early items were mostly antiques and trinkets—nothing the Celestial Dragons cared for. Only so noble rchants placed bids.
"Three million Belly, once!"
"Three million Belly, twice!"
Just before the gavel dropped, a voice rang out from the back row.
"Ten million!!!"
"What the...? That gem isn’t worth more than four million at best. Ten million!?"
Orin ignored the whispers.
This was his first auction, and he simply had too much money with nowhere to spend it.
Naturally, he won the gem ring without question.
Normally, auction items were handed over after final settlent.
But Orin was a different case, so the staff imdiately brought him the ring.
"No need to deliver the rest. Just give them all to when I leave."
"Understood, Orin-sama."
Orin accepted the ring and casually handed it to Crocodile. It was a won’s ring, and she had a habit of wearing rings anyway.
"Tch! I don’t need this kind of thing!"
Crocodile scoffed, but sohow the ring had already appeared on her right pinky.
"Don’t say that. It’s the first item I’ve ever won at auction."
Though technically, this auction house was also part of Orin’s business empire...
"Hmph..."
And this was just the opening act.
What followed was the real show.
Orin would soon show everyone the true aning of—
Throwing money like dirt!!!
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