Whoosh!
A flash of light and shadow streaked beneath the setting sun.
Through the curtains,
a gloved finger pierced into a chest.
"Finger Gun."
In the dim room, a tall figure let out a low shout.
Splat!
Blood sprayed.
The finger embedded in the chest was violently withdrawn the instant it struck.
"How is this possible? Chris, why are you doing this?"
Clutching his chest with difficulty, the richly dressed man staggered and fell to the floor.
His mouth hung open in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief. He could never have imagined that this loyal man before him would betray him today.
Hurk, cough cough—
Clutching his chest, the man desperately turned his head, wanting to shout for help outside the door.
But the pain in his chest and the blood filling his throat kept his mournful cries from leaving the room.
"Delivering Binks' Brew to you."
"The tide surges, the sunset sways."
Unlike the man struggling on the floor and trying to call for help, the black-gloved figure calmly switched on the music Den Den Mushi in the room.
As the popular song from the Pirate World, "Binks' Brew," completely drowned out the man's hacking cries for help.
He casually took out a crystal wineglass from the cabinet, then popped open a priceless bottle of vintage red wine.
Glug, glug!
Crimson wine ran down the inner wall of the glass to its bottom.
He gently swirled it, allowing the wine to fully release its fragrance.
"You still think we betrayed you even now? I haven't seen anyone this stupid in a very long time!
No wonder this country's economy has declined so badly over the years. How did someone like this even become the Minister of Finance?"
He tossed aside the wineglass in his hand, picked up the