The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

Admiral Kizaru has seen the glorious side of the Holy Roman Empire. Tonight, in this historic subway station, he fully witnessed the dark side of the empire. There are always places in this world where the light of justice of the empire cannot reach.

There were very few passengers on this subway train. Borsalino looked curiously in both directions of the carriages, but only saw ten people in total, most of whom looked nervous.

Gwen smelled the scent of leaves and quickly put on her hood to cover her face. Before reaching the tunnel, the school beauty didn't want to cause trouble, and she didn't want to be noticed by some second-rate guys.

Barry, a poor boy, obviously often took this night subway. He pulled his cheap uncle and surrounded Gwen inside to reduce the attention of outsiders to the girl.

At first Borsalino didn't know why Barry and Gwen became nervous, but soon he noticed two middle-aged men at the end of the car and began to patrol the entire car.

During the period, one of the thin men would spread out his palm for every passenger passing by. The passenger would skillfully take out the protection money from his bag and hand it to the thin man, who would count the amount on the spot. If the amount was enough, he would not make things difficult for the passenger and would collect the protection money from the next passenger.

"What a strange body. It doesn't look like it was acquired through training. It's probably that he used a trick to turn fat into muscle." Kizaru scanned the flesh-mountain bodyguards who were protecting the thin man with his vague observation Haki.

The "fat man" with a pierced nose is conservatively estimated to weigh 300 pounds. His muscles are so tight that they can stretch out all his clothes, achieving a perfect muscle-brushed effect, which is obviously not something an ordinary human can do.

Even if an ordinary person has such talent, he probably does not have the perseverance to reduce his body fat percentage to single digits. It is obvious that the bodyguard in front of him has no self-control.

He ate almost as he walked, eating high-calorie fried chicken and spewing it all over the place, but the passengers around him didn't dare to disturb him.

Because these night shift passengers have seen pictures of the victims, passengers who do not pay protection fees will be crushed to death by the muscular man in front of them. He can even crush an adult male's skull with one hand.

No one dares to mess with a monster with such power. It is better to keep quiet and pay the money to save your life. Night shift passengers dare not mess with the Clown Gang.

This fat and thin couple has a smiling clown printed on their chests. They are official members of the Clown Gang, and only this gang is qualified to collect protection fees from this subway. The underground power that has grown in Central City, the Clown Gang has become the only dominant force.

The two members of the Joker Gang collected protection fees along the way and finally received the money from Kizaru and his two companions. Although Barry looked gentle, he took out money from his pocket very quickly and presented the protection fees to the three people.

After counting the money, the thin man nodded with great satisfaction. Although he looked down on these spectacled scholars from the bottom of his heart, these people were very good at making money in the world above. Many of the goods produced by the Clown Gang were sold to these guys wearing glasses.

The thin man felt that Barry and his nephew looked very unfamiliar, and Kizaru's wretched face did not have much appeal. He took out a red pill from his back pocket and placed it on Barry's palm, "This is a good thing. You will definitely enjoy the feeling after eating it. If you want more goods, come here to find me every night. I'll be free in the next month."

The members of the Clown Gang feel that they have developed a potential customer. He despises the self-control of the guys wearing glasses the most. As long as they have taken the red pill, they will continue to give money to the Clown Gang. In the end, they are reduced to selling their wives and daughters, and all the valuable things on their bodies. They can never do without the little red pill.

Barry is a science student with a diploma, so he certainly knows what chemical ingredients are in this red pill. After taking it, you can enter a short period of chemical bliss, and it only takes one time to become addicted for life.

Therefore, the red pill is also called the Pink Skull. Once you take it, you will have it for the rest of your life. You will never be able to get rid of the Joker Gang and will become a chemical slave controlled by this gang.

"I'll come find you next time"

Seeing that the man with glasses in front of him was very sensible, the thin guy was in a very good mood today. He brought his muscular bodyguard to collect protection fees from the next passenger.

There are always accidents on the way to collecting protection fees. The clown couple who like to evade tickets and give the middle finger actually showed off their hair and clown makeup in front of the gang, trying to get close to the clown gang without paying the money.

When faced with these mentally ill couples, the skinny guy usually gives them one last chance, "Pay up the money, I don't have the patience to wait for you."

"My girlfriend and I both admire the Joker Gang..." Before the young man could understand what he was saying, the muscular man understood the thin man's eye hint, swallowed the last piece of chicken, raised his sandbag-sized fist, and delivered a straight punch to the man's face.

The terrifying force directly knocked the opponent away, his face was completely sunken and his skull was shattered. His body was finally blocked by the railing inside the car and was not thrown out of the window.

Faced with this sudden situation, the frightened female companion chose to scream at the first moment, and the next moment she was slapped on her pretty face, "Who told you to scream? It's so noisy!"

The thin man slapped the woman again, knocking her unconscious, leaving a clear slap mark on her face. He touched the woman's clothes and found a young and energetic woman. "Pick her up and take her away to relieve our anger, brothers. These two idiots have come to our doorstep."

Looking at the members of the Joker Gang walking away, Borsalino kept frowning. He didn't expect that the other party would be so unscrupulous, hurting people in public on the subway, and directly taking a young woman away as a slave. Is this really a modern society?

Such a barbaric atmosphere made Admiral Kizaru feel as if he had returned to the past in an instant, back to the era when people spoke with fists. "The construction above is so good, is there no one to take care of the things below?"

Borsalino was very confused. The central city above his head was full of order and law, but after moving underground, he had to follow the most primitive rules of survival. There were two sets of order operating above ground and underground. Above was heaven and below was hell.

"Who will take care of it? Those in power don't have the ability, let alone the mood."

Gwen's cold words made Kizaru feel a little unhappy. The Holy Roman Empire was an empire established by the admirals of the navy. How could it allow the existence of such a dirty world underground?

Even if the Jokers are strong, can they be stronger than the admirals? It should be quite easy for the Empire to send a large number of troops to clear this place. Is there any unspeakable secret here?

With all kinds of questions in mind, Kizaru was pushed out of the car by Barry. The three of them were already very close to the destination of this trip.