Carlos glanced at the eye-shaped sign, pushed open the door, and stepped inside. There were not many people in the bar. A few patrons sat inside, while a middle-aged woman with neat short hair, a cigarette between her fingers, a curvaceous figure, and a languid expression leaned against the counter.
At the other end of the bar sat a middle-aged man with long, wavy white hair, glasses, a vertical scar over his right eye, a weathered face, and a white cloak draped over his shoulders. He was pouring himself drinks with great interest.
Carlos's arrival drew everyone's attention. The patrons glanced at him but did not look again, merely laughing to themselves. Another newcomer was about to get fleeced.
The middle-aged man, however, carefully studied Carlos. The longer he looked, the more solemn his gaze became, though he quickly concealed it and returned to normal.
"What would you like to drink?" Shakky straightened up and spoke in a loud, bold voice.
"Give me a glass of West Sea mint liquor." Carlos smiled casually and sat directly on a stool by the bar.
Carlos had not come today with any particular purpose. He simply wanted to see Pluton Rayleigh and Shakky, two former Crewmates of the One Piece. As a transmigrator who had come to the Sabaody Archipelago, how could he not meet these two?
Though he had arrived a little late, and with his strength and status there was nothing he needed their help with, they were still legends. Since he wanted a drink, this was undoubtedly a fitting place—he could have a drink and meet the two of them.
As for getting fleeced? He did not care. Carlos no longer thought much of tens of millions of Berries. He was now a genuine wealthy landowner. As long as Shakky