"Let me introduce myself! I'm the boss of Passione, Diavolo!"
In a bar on Buccary Island, a bald man held a glass, performing exaggeratedly and eliciting laughter from those around him.
In a corner, a pink-haired boy was also laughing, though his smile seemed somewhat forced.
Seizing an opportunity, the boy approached the bald man and greeted him, "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Vinegar Doppio. May I ask what to call you, sir?"
The bald man looked at the youthful face of the boy and didn't take him seriously, casually replying, "Around here, people call me Jackman."
"Jackman, huh." Doppio signaled the bartender, "Get Mr. Jackman the best rum on my tab."
Hearing there was free liquor, Jackman perked up slightly and sized up Doppio: short and thin, fair-skinned, dressed in high-end clothes.
He concluded that this kid was either a well-off student or a young master fresh out of school, experiencing the real world.
Jackman grinned, "Kid, what's up?"
"Nothing major."
Doppio smiled, subtly steering the conversation back to the previous topic, "I just found your performance very interesting."
"Ha, it's nothing." Jackman winked, "I saw something interesting yesterday while out for lunch."
Doppio inquired, "Can you tell me more?"
"Well..." Jackman looked troubled.
Doppio got the hint, pulling out a moderate bill and handing it over.
With money in hand, Jackman started talking.
"Actually, it's no big deal. Yesterday at lunch on East Street, I happened to see a group kidnapping a young girl at the 'Willie's Restaurant' entrance.
"That girl looked about fourteen or fifteen? Anyway, she was quite pretty, definitely a beauty in the making."
Doppio asked, "Such a serious incident, and no one intervened?"
"Who would dare!" Jackman widened his eyes, "Didn't you hear me say? The leader claimed to be Diavolo, the boss of Passione."
He looked at Doppio, "Would you dare provoke the mafia?"
Doppio chuckled nervously, "Well... no."
"Exactly." Jackman spread his hands, "It's not worth risking your life for a stranger."
Doppio was silent for a few seconds before handing over another bill, "Mr. Jackman, can you recall those people and describe the girl in detail?"
"Heh." Jackman chuckled, "I remember a blonde kid with three donuts on his head, and another kid with a steak haircut.
"As for the leader, he was very handsome and tall."
Donuts? Steak haircut? Tall and handsome? What a mess.
Doppio was confused.
"The girl, apart from being pretty, had distinctive hair." Jackman pointed to Doppio's head, "Like yours, pink hair."
Hearing this, Doppio's heart skipped a beat.
This strange feeling pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe!
"Kid, are you okay?"
Jackman 'concernedly' stared at Doppio, more precisely, at Doppio's pocket.
Doppio waved it off, "I'm fine. Thanks for telling me this."
With that, he left some bills on the bar and stumbled out of the bar.
Watching Doppio's retreating figure, Jackman licked his lips, a meaningful smile playing on his face.
Outside.
Doppio's breathing finally eased.
Suddenly, he seemed dazed, making strange noises.
"Dorurururu, dorurururu."
Then, he took off his shoe, pressing it to his face, "Boss, you've finally called me."
At the same time, a monstrous face appeared on Doppio's forehead.
The face spoke in a deep voice, "Well done, Doppio, as expected of my most trusted subordinate."
Hearing this, Doppio was pleased, his face flushing slightly.
The face continued, "Next, you must find those three at all costs!"
Doppio nodded, "Understood, Boss."
Just then, Jackman stepped out of the bar, his face darkening as he saw Doppio holding the shoe.
He was taken aback.
Hearing the noise behind him, Doppio stiffly turned around.
Jackman, who had hoped to make some quick money, was shocked.
What kind of face was that?
Hideous! Twisted!
Seeing the newcomer, Doppio's eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness.
Diavolo resumed control, proliferating in a way modern science couldn't explain.
In a few blinks, he transformed from a boy into a man!
Jackman was stunned.
"Since you've seen this..." Diavolo said coldly, "I can't let you live."
"King Crimson" emerged.
In an instant, reality shattered!
Diavolo expressionlessly entered King Crimson's subspace.
He slowly walked behind Jackman, placing one hand on his hip and the other on his leg, "Time will begin to move again."
With a 'thud,' Jackman's chest was pierced as time resumed.
Jackman stared in disbelief at the hole in his chest, spewing blood.
Diavolo raised his chin disdainfully, "Thank the emperor for his mercy."
Skipping time and leaping through it.
That is the invincible ability of "King Crimson"!
However...
Remembering those words, Diavolo's face darkened to near pitch-black.
His identity.
His hidden identity of over ten years was exposed without his knowledge?!
The thought of this infuriated Diavolo to his core.
If his intuition was correct, the girl with the same hair color as him...
Diavolo clutched his heart, breathing deeply.
She must be his bloodline.
Or rather, his daughter!
A single mistake.
Who could have thought that a moment of impulse over a decade ago would lead to such a bitter outcome?
Regret.
Don't ask, just regret!
Donatella Una (Trish's mother), that wretched woman, ruined his life!
"I must fix this... eliminate everyone who knows my identity," Diavolo muttered neurotically, biting his nails.
The enemy organization can wait.
The immediate priority is to find the "Donut," the "Steak Head," and the "Tall and Handsome."
And of course, his biological daughter.
He gritted his teeth, "For the sake of my empire, I must kill them all!"