In prosperous Water 7, night always fell much later.
It was not until midnight that the clamor in the city streets finally receded like the tide, though countless bright lights still displayed the city's never-ending vitality.
But no matter how glamorous a city looked on the surface, it would always have its dark corners.
Water 7 as a whole resembled a tiered fountain, and because of the terrifying annual tsunami known as the "God of Water, Aqua Laguna," the outer ring of the city's lowest level was swallowed and flooded by the waves every year.
Naturally, there were no durable buildings in such a dangerous place where no one could live for long, much less a thriving marketplace.
Other than essential urban facilities such as the docks, the area was basically nothing but beaches and wilderness.
It was also a gathering place for criminal gangs like the Franky Family, so naturally, no one was willing to settle down there.
Thus, once night fell, the outer ring of the lowest level became a desolate ghost zone devoid of people.
Hatchan of the Revolutionary Army was staying in such a place.
The inn where he had taken up residence was a low-grade establishment that specifically catered to poor passing sailors. Even the building itself was an illegally constructed temporary structure erected on the beach. The surroundings were barren and silent, with only the sound of the waves rolling in.
"Too quiet."
Lucci's footsteps abruptly stopped several kilometers away from the inn. His eyes, cold and deep as a frozen pool, pierced through the layers of night and fixed on the inn in the distance, already shrouded in darkness.
"A place inhabited by those crude sailors at the very bottom of society shouldn't be this quiet, even in the dead of night."
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