Chapter 307: Invitation Letter
As the six kings of the dark world split into two opposing factions, their struggles only grew fiercer—and so did their desire for the support of either Charlotte or Charlotte Linlin.
This also opened a new door for both Charlotte and Big Mom to further infiltrate the dark world.
Charlotte's weapons business, for instance, had spread across the globe through the dark world's channels.
Even the Navy had to secretly purchase weapons from Charlotte.
That business was one of Charlotte's primary sources of income.
After all, relying on a few looted islands wasn't enough to support over 6,000 crew members of the Rockefeller Pirates.
"Come on! Let's head in and take a look! You all can have a walk around too,"
Charlotte said as he disembarked, surveying the busy port around him.
He swiftly led his crew away from the docks.
But Charlotte's arrival had already stirred up attention.
A giant ship over a hundred meters long wasn't something people saw every day—especially not an ironclad warship.
Some sharp-eyed individuals instantly recognized it.
And when they realized who its owner was, their expressions turned pale with fear as they rushed off to report to their bosses.
After all, thanks to Charlotte's global infamy, even his ship had become an iconic symbol.
Forget the ironclad hull—just the image of Poseidon holding a trident at the bow of the ship made it unmistakable.
It was the trademark of the Rockefeller Pirates!
Soon enough, the leaders of the Five Major Mafia Families received a shocking message:
The Rockefeller Pirates have entered Kardan Island!
The news sent a ripple of unease through the island's underworld.
The five mafia dons quickly convened for an emergency meeting.
In a dimly lit castle, seated around a round table, five very different-looking men held the intel in hand.
Someone had already taken photos of the group that disembarked from the ship.
And on that photo—there was no doubt at all.
It was Charlotte.
"Anyone know why Charlotte has come to Kardan Island? Now is not the time to play coy. If anything goes wrong, this island could be wiped out. Don't forget what happened two years ago,"
said an old man sitting at the head of the table, white hair neatly combed back.
He was the Don of the Feldor Family, the eldest and most respected among the five.
"Don Feldor, that's quite the implication. Are you suggesting one of us brought the Rockefeller Pirates here? This island belongs to all five of us. If it's destroyed, we all suffer!"
said the representative of the Luciano Family, seated to Feldor's left.
His tone was barbed with passive aggression.
The Luciano Family had always wanted to knock the Feldor Family down a peg.
The Capone Family representative, sitting to Feldor's right, immediately spoke up in defense.
"What's with the attitude, Luciano? Don Feldor didn't even name names. Why so jumpy?"
"Tch,"
Luciano scoffed, lighting a cigar and puffing away nonchalantly.
The Gambino and Gotti family dons quietly tried to ease the tension.
Feldor shot a glance at Luciano but said nothing.
"Charlotte's arrival caught everyone off guard. He's clearly a dragon crossing the river. We must not provoke him. Give orders to our men to stay out of his way—and send him an invitation to tomorrow's auction as a gesture of goodwill from our five families,"
Feldor instructed the others.
"No problem. I'll arrange it right away,"
replied the Capone representative.
"Agreed. We don't want trouble."
The other two dons nodded as well.
Only the Luciano representative had yet to respond.
All eyes turned toward him.
After a long puff of his cigar, Luciano shrugged.
"Well, since the rest of you have made your decision, what are you looking at me for? Do as you like."
With that, he got up and left the meeting room.
His blatant disrespect stirred murmurs among the remaining dons.
Feldor's eyes briefly flashed with killing intent—but he quickly concealed it.
The Capone don, however, caught it clearly. He lowered his eyes, thoughtful.
—
Meanwhile, as Charlotte strolled through the streets, he suddenly noticed some commotion ahead.
Everyone around him grew alert, instinctively forming a protective circle around the women and children.
Charlotte looked ahead. He didn't sense killing intent—rather, it was a palpable aura of fear approaching.
Then came a group of men in black suits.
From their sleeve tattoos and the ink that peeked out from their collars, Charlotte instantly knew who they were.
Mafia.
He stopped walking, curious to see what they were up to.
The dozen or so suited men halted ten meters in front of Charlotte's group.
Their leader tried to maintain a calm facade, but beads of sweat betrayed the fear behind his mask.
Charlotte said nothing and waited.
The man slowly reached into his coat.
Everyone tensed up immediately, gripping their weapons.
But Charlotte felt no hostility and raised a hand to keep his people calm.
The mafia man visibly flinched, almost having a heart attack from the spike in killing intent.
That pressure was nearly tangible… just how many people had this man killed to give off such a presence?
"G-Greetings! I-I'm here on behalf of M-Master Feldor…"
he stammered.
Then, he carefully pulled out an envelope.
"This is an invitation to tomorrow's auction. Master Feldor hopes you'll honor us with your presence."
The man bowed deeply, holding the invitation aloft with both hands.
Charlotte nodded to his side.
Caesar came forward, took the invitation, and handed it to Charlotte.
He opened it and examined it—it was genuine, with Feldor's name prominently printed.
"Alright. I'll be there."
That was Charlotte's whole reason for coming—of course he wouldn't miss it.
Especially since Devil Fruits were on the docket.
Charlotte's obsession with collecting Devil Fruits had almost become an addiction.
Mainly because Caesar Courant's research had become such a money pit.
If Charlotte didn't have absolute faith in Caesar eventually succeeding, he'd have cut him off long ago.
"Thank you! The Feldor Family is honored by the presence of the great Charlotte Rockefeller,"
the mafia man said, finally breathing a little easier.
"If you need anything, please don't hesitate to find me. My name is Sergei—I manage this district,"
he added, bowing again before retreating with his men.
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