In the following days, the Sabaody Archipego buzzed with the hum of massive restru efforts.

  Three Days Later

  Over 1,000 new recruits arrived, relieving the she of manpower and ships. Smoker, ever pragmatic, had even requisitiohe transport vessels.

  Reviewing the list of recruits, Smoker silently praised Zephyr for his reliability. Despite the cim that only standard troops could be sent, Zephyr had bent the rules slightly. These recruits were students who had been dropped from the elite marine expansion csses.

  Though eliminated from the program, their skills were by no means subpar. Anyone who qualified for the elite exams could take on ten oppos at their level with ease.

  With the influx of recruits, the expansion of G-12 headquarters e full speed. On one side, the recruits trained rigorously; oher, stru workers tirelessly built new facilities. The entire base radiated with anized energy.

  Two Months Later

  The new barracks, training grounds, and aer began to take shape. The G-12 headquarters looked entirely rejuvenated, with the base’s size multiplied several times over. A new dock was also structed.

  But the ges extended beyond the G-12 base. Over the past months, merts and residents on Isnds 1 through 29 gradually moved away. Meanwhile, a handful of new bars and os opened, catering to the seedier crowd.

  Three Months Later

  G-12 announced a pn for civilian relocation and formally desighe "wless zone." While many isnds and nations had unofficial zones of wlessness, few openly marked them as such. Aside from the "Gray Terminal" in Goa Kingdom, this was unpreted.

  Although Naval HQ raised inquiries, Smoker tered with thh iigatios. With Sengoku and Zephyr bag him, the matter was left unresolved. The Wover, as expected, remained silent. Their system of allied and non-allied nations already served as the ultimate segregation policy.

  This restructuri shockwaves through the pirate and underworld unities, sparking cshes and bloodshed. Yet under Smoker's iron-fisted suppression, order was restored.

  Taking advantage of the chaos, Smoker fortified the wless zoh bunkers and bases, creating an unbreakable defensive line. After months of effort, the relocation pn was successfully pleted. Sabaody Archipego now aligned with Smoker’s vision of segregation.

  On the ne, the archipego lit into two zones: bck for the pirate-ied wless area and white for the orderly zone under naval prote. The twions were distinctly divided by a heavily fortified naval line.

  Pirates, at first, tried to infiltrate the orderly zo quickly found the wless area better suited to their lifestyle.

  Especially with the rise of the notorious Sakura Blizzard Corporation. The paablished grand os, sve au houses, and pirate ship supply points in partnership with the Sea Transport King, making the wless zone a haven for pirates. They even gave it a fitting name: Bck Paradise.

  G-12 HeadquartersSmoker was i another meeting. Months of endless paperwork and pnni him exhausted.

  “Vice Admiral Smoker, the special base in Bck Paradise is ready. The step is to assign personnel.”

  The base, located on Isnd 13, was near Zephyr's o. Though the o was a distra for pirates, Smoker wouldn’t leave it entirely unchecked.

  Examining the photos of the new base, Smoker saw a small but heavily fortified structure—its high walls stood defiantly in the heart of the wless zo would undoubtedly attract trouble as soon as it became operational.

  “Do we have didates lined up for the base?” Smoker asked.

  “We’ve selected 40 soldiers—hardheaded gamblers, eager to be stationed he o,” a subordinate replied.

  Smhed. “What about a base ander?”

  “We don’t have o. Do you have someone in mind?”

  Smoker nodded. “Yes. He’s already here.”

  A kno the door interrupted the meeting.

  “e in!” Smoker called.

  The door opeo reveal a tall, menag marih long hair—Gasparade. Oop graduate promoted to the rank of captain, his reckless as had caused his rank to drop to major within months.

  Gasparade’s presence darkehe mood. His reputation preceded him—abrasive and reckless, with few friends among his peers.

  “Well, Vice Admiral, to what do I owe this hasparade sneered.

  Smnored his tone and threw a stack of pints oable.

  “Care to expin why the number of civilian casualties in your operations is higher than the pirates you’ve captured?”

  Gasparade smirked. “Expin? What’s there to expin? My justice is one of brute force, unlike your soft-hearted methods.”

  “Brute force leads to colteral damage,” Smoker tered. “You’re lucky to still have your rank. However, I have a solution for you.”

  Gasparade raised an eyebrow.

  Smoker tinued, “I’m assigning you to the special base in Bck Paradise as its ander. Do what you want there—no civilians to harm, no merts to pin. But it’s more dangerous than the bases in the orderly zone. Are you up for it?”

  Gasparade’s eyes lit up. “Ha! This pce sounds perfect. For once, Smoker, I actually want to thank you. I accept.”

  Smoker outlihree ditions: no harm to rades, no interfereh the o or au house, and prioritize capturing pirates alive when possible. Gasparade relutly agreed.

  Smoker tossed him a file. “These soldiers are your subordihey’re skilled but rebellious. Hahem.”

  Gasparade chuckled. “Rebellious? Good. I like a challenge.”

  As Gasparade left, a lieutenant voiced his s. “Vice Admiral, is he really the right choice?”

  Smoker smiled. “Don’t worry. He won’t cause too much trouble. Besides, if he faces a threat he ’t handle, I’ll step in.”

  The meeting resumed until another officer rushed in with urgent news.

  “Vice Admiral Smoker! The World Nobles are on their way to Sabaody Archipego. They’ll arrive in two hours!”

  Smoker’s brow furrowed. “World hey must be here for the sve au.”

  He dismissed the officers to prepare and gazed out the window.

  “They’ll likely nd in Bck Paradise. Let’s see if any fool dares challehem…”

  "When you get there, you do whatever you want. No civilians will be affected by you, and no merts will e to pin."

  "But the risk factor is much higher than the base in the orderly zone. How about it, do you dare to go?"

  When Smoker introduced the base, Gaspardi remained silent and showed no expression.

  When Smoker asked the st sentence, he finally opened his eyes wide and burst into ughter, which was uglier than g.

  "Hahahaha, Smoker...Majeneral, this pce is perfee!"

  "This is the first time I want to thank you! Very good, base ander, I'll take it!!"

  Smoker nodded.

  "Although you do whatever you want, there are still three chapters to follow!"

  "First, don't attack your rades!!"

  Gaspardip smiled but said: "No problem, as long as you don't get in the way, I'm still very siderate~"

  Smoker's eyes became sharp.

  "Gaspardi, there's o py these silly wames, I say no, it's no."

  "If you let me know that you attacked your rades... you should know the sequences!"

  Gaspardi's face turned pale, but he didn't say anything more. He just snorted and agreed.

  "Sed, don't harass os and human au sites."

  Gaspardi said angrily: "I know it without you having to tell me!"

  The boss behind these two pces is Zeon.

  When the o was first built, Gaspardi went over to cause trouble and injured several security guards.

  Unfortunately, Zeon happeo be there too, and when he saw this, he was not polite and gave him a rough beating.

  That time, Zeon caused a deep psychological shadow to Gaspardi.

  He secretly warned himself that before he had enough strength, he could not provoke that crazy woman by beatio death.

  "And the third point is, you deal with those pirates as you like, but if you catch them alive, try to catch them alive. I'll be useful!"

  Gaspardi nodded cheerfully this time.

  He retly discovered that torture is more satisfying than pure killing.

  In this case, I am happy to be a favor.

  "Okay, I agree to all your ditions!"

  Smoker nodded and threw the book rec the soldiers' information to Gaspardi.

  "These sailors will be your subordinates from now on!"

  "Although they are excellent, they are all thorns in the side. You have to find a way to mahem..."

  "Spiked heads?!" Gaspardi ughed strangely: "It doesn't matter... I just like thorned heads!"

  "Whatever you want, just don't go too far... Just leave, I'll send you a transfer letter ter!"

  Smoker unceremoniously issued aion order.

  Gaspardi picked up the information a without looking back.

  A naval lieutenant el felt uneasy when he saar's virtue.

  "Majeneral Smoker, this guy do it?"

  Smoker smiled: "Don't worry...he won't cause any trouble."

  Back then, after Gaspardi was defeated by Hina, he learned from the painful experiend opped practig.

  As long as there is a ce, I will challenge Smoker and Hina.

  But every time it ended in miserable failure.

  After a while, Smoker finally figured out his temper.

  This guy is a Tibetan Mastiff.

  Hold a grudge and fight to the death if you identify an enemy, but unfortunately you only remember one enemy at a time.

  So Smoker took the initiative to make a bet with him,

  Gaspardi use his tactics at will, whether with open guns or hidden arrows. As long as Gaspardi win, it's up to him whether he wants to kill or behead him.

  But as long as he doesn't win for a day, he has to obey Smoker's and holy.

  Gaspardi agreed wholeheartedly.

  It has to be said that this guy is true to his word. Every time he meets Smog, he always looks weird, but he still carries out orders with iy.

  Apart from the higher casualty rate, there really isn’t much cat cake.

  In this challenge year after year, Gaspardi's strength has also improved by leaps and bounds, and he has bee profit in six postures.

  Coupled with the soft dy fruits, it is enough to domihe first half of the Grand Route, and it is several times strohaheatrical version.

  In Smoker's eyes, this strength is just right.

  I don’t have time to stare at the Bck Paradise, so I’ll leave it to Gaspardi.

  When an enemy appears that even he 't deal with, it won't be too te to take a.

  After Gaspardi left, Smoker tihe meeting.

  Suddenly there was a kno the door.

  "e in!"

  A marine walked in quickly.

  "Majeneral Smoker, a message just came from headquarters!"

  "The world's nobles, Saint Nicolás, Saint Luans, and Saint Adeide are ing to the Chambord Isnds!"

  "They have already set off and are expected to arrive in two hours!"

  Smoker frowned.

  "World nobles? What are they doing here?!"

  All the navies were slightly otion.

  Generally speaking, when a navy enters a Celestial Dragon, they are in awe from the bottom of their hearts.

  But most of the people here are Smog's cssmates. They get along day and night, and are influenced by them. Unknowingly, their attitude towards the Celestial Dragons has undergone subtle ges.

  In addition, I have heard and seen many things done by Celestial Dragons people i years.

  They no longer simply worshiped in their hearts, but had a bit of doubt that they were not even aware of.

  Smoker suddenly reacted.

  "I uand, I'm here to buy sves..."

  The first rge-scale au sihe sve au house was built will be held retly.

  Smoker and Zeon also worked hard to capture a rge number of high-quality pirate sves.

  Either a prisoner with a bounty on his head, or a handsome aiful man in good health.

  Smoker's judgment standard is very simple. He must torture him, send those who have not been stained with human life to prison, ahose who are stained with blood directly, and slowly atone for his sins uhe crotch of the Draco...

  Everyone became nervous after hearing the news.

  "Sm, should we prepare too?"

  Acc to Smoker,

  When the Celestial Dragons travel, how the untouchables just kneel down?

  They don't deserve to appear in the sight of the Celestial Dragons!

  Every time the Draded on the isnd, Smoker would ask the navy to drive away the civilians in advance.

  Not only were the Celestial Dragons not annoyed, but they were extremely satisfied with Smoker's knowledge of current affairs and praised him.

  Smoker nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, everyone, please go to your pces!"

  After everyo, Smoker stood at the window and looked at the sea quietly.

  [This group of pigs should have nded on the isnd from Bck Paradise. 】

  [After all, that group of emboldened idiots...]

  Us own division poliormal mert ships will not dock at Bck Paradise at all.

  But how the arrogaial Dragons people care about this...

  I'll go wherever it's close to me! !

  This is also Smoker's careful pn.

  He wished he could meet a stubborn person who dared to take a against the Celestial Dragons people.

  Anyway, CP is the first person responsible for their safety.

  [It’s a pity that we haven’t obtained ons that deal with the Celestial Drago! 】

  [Dofmingo, please don’t let me down...]