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On a certain hidden island,
Dense forests and jagged cliffs enclosed it, making it feel especially remote.
Morgans himself stood at the dock, overseeing boxes of smartphones being loaded onto a ship.
The one managing the operation was none other than Sabo.
After finalizing the partnership with Dragon, the Revolutionary Army wasted no time. Dragon immediately dispatched Sabo to retrieve the first shipment of phones.
"Sabo, you need to be careful. A lot of people are eyeing these phones now," Morgans warned, his tone unusually serious.
Sabo rubbed his nose and grinned. "Relax. This route's a special one picked by our Revolutionary Army. No problems guaranteed. We've got eyes posted the entire way. It's airtight."
Morgans just smiled and said nothing.
This entire collaboration, of course, had Ron's seal of approval.
Right when Morgans was wondering who to work with, Dragon happened to call. So naturally, he pounced on the chance and chose Dragon—the Revolutionary Army's elusive leader—as his partner this round.
Partly because Dragon's logistics were perfect for secret ops.
Partly because his faction was fascinating. Neither Marines nor pirates, but a group that genuinely wanted to reshape the world.
"Um… Morgans, can we get another million phones this time? One mil's kinda light," Sabo asked, testing the waters.
Morgans shook his head and replied firmly, "No rush, kid. Let's see what you can do with this first batch. If you sell out in a week, I'll send several times that amount next time."
"Deal." Sabo nodded, watching the last of the boxes get loaded, eyes full of fire.
This was his first official assignment from Dragon. He had to nail it.
Once everything was packed, Sabo waved goodbye to Morgans and headed off.
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Drum Kingdom.
Snowflakes drifted endlessly, year-round. This land of perpetual frost never saw spring.
Also known as Winter Island, or the Island of Snowflakes, the place was freezing. Everyone walking the streets was bundled in thick coats, trying to survive the brutal cold.
Breath turned instantly to mist, and people rushed along as if fleeing the icy grip of death itself.
There had been a newspaper kiosk here once, but it had been shut down years ago.
Why? One word: Wapol.
His reign of terror didn't just involve persecuting doctors. He even shut down newspaper stands.
Why? Because the citizens read too many headlines… and dared to question him. So Wapol not only ordered the purge of every doctor but also the closure of news outlets.
From then on, residents could only get outside news via pigeons that dared to sneak to the port—the only area not technically under Wapol's jurisdiction, as it was considered sea territory.
But now… things had changed. Wapol was very, very well-behaved.
And it was all thanks to those "kind people" who had shown up yesterday, the ones who called themselves the Revolutionary Army.
At this moment…
Wapol, face swollen and bruised, stood near the now-bustling newsstand. People were waving money, shouting to buy phones!
"Damn it! You stupid hippo! How did those guys even know I was back?!" Wapol raged, red-faced.
"Those bastards actually hit me!"
"When I get rich, I swear I'll hire the strongest bodyguards! I'll beat down everyone! Every single one who dares cross me!"
He was mounted on a giant hippopotamus, but he looked completely wrecked—beaten to a pulp, one front tooth missing, and clothes barely clinging on.
The crowd around him? Completely ignored him. Gone was the fear from before.
So, what had happened?
Let's rewind. After Ron's livestream ended, Wapol realized he had accidentally blown all his money on a virtual gift.
Left broke, he slunk back to Drum Kingdom in defeat, planning to squeeze some more cash from the locals and then vanish.
But when he returned and discovered that the "annoying pirates" had already left, he got excited. His plan? Go big. Teach these pesky civilians a lesson, squeeze out more money, and reestablish control.
But just as he was getting ready… a group of very dangerous people arrived.
Their leader carried some strange backpack and massive weapons—like handheld cannons. He had a cat-like face, wore scientific goggles, and had a phone in hand, filming as he walked.
It was none other than Lindbergh, Captain of the Revolutionary Army's Southern Army!
Following behind him were several Revolutionary operatives.
Their mission? Simple—sell smartphones.
But after watching Ron's livestream, they absolutely despised trash like Wapol.
So, while transporting the phones, Lindbergh "coincidentally" made a detour to teach Wapol a lesson.
"Everyone, we've arrived at that tyrant's lair—Drum Kingdom," Lindbergh announced into the camera. "The snow's pretty, sure… but it's cold as hell."
Then his expression shifted, and he declared righteously, "But no matter how cold it is, we came here for the people. We must teach this scum a lesson!"
The crew behind him roared with agreement, deliberately shouting so loud Wapol couldn't possibly miss it.
"That's right! Wapol, you bastard, come out!"
"Stop hiding! I know you're back! Get out here now!"
"You had the nerve to treat the people like that?! If we don't beat you to a pulp today, we don't deserve to call ourselves Revolutionary Army!"
Wapol, who had never experienced true societal justice, couldn't stand the mockery. He rode his giant hippo out, puffing himself up and glaring arrogantly at the group.
Insults flew. And within seconds… fists did too.
As expected, Wapol got absolutely wrecked.
But—
After Wapol begged and swore he'd never do it again, Lindbergh didn't finish him off. Instead, he pulled out his phone and started filming.
If they'd had enough followers, they would've livestreamed the beatdown.
TikTok's rules? You need 1,000 followers to stream. Also 1,000 to enable the shopping cart feature.
And Dragon had personally given them the task of gaining followers. Lindbergh was obsessed with that number.
So, they filmed Wapol in an extremely humiliating video and left it at that.
Before leaving, they handed a phone to Dalton, telling him to keep tabs on Wapol and send them daily updates.
Why? Because ever since that video of them humiliating Wapol went live, their follower count had skyrocketed, already pushing several hundred!
"Hey! I'm talking to you peasants!" Wapol yelled at the crowd. "Why aren't you kneeling before your king?!"
But one comment instantly shut him down.
"Go on, keep talking. I'm recording."
Dalton had already raised the phone and was filming Wapol's every move.
(To be continued.)
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