Inside the Gunpowder Tavern, Lanzo's gaze swept left and right as arcs of electricity surged across his body.
The instant he discovered that Roger's Musket had vanished, Lanzo realized something was wrong. After connecting the sniper infighting with the mysterious disappearance of Roger's Musket, he immediately understood that he had been framed—a huge black pot had been dumped on his head.
Looking at the dozens of murderous eyes surrounding him, Lanzo knew that if he couldn't escape in a short time, he would have no chance of getting Roger's Musket, and he could forget about making the top five in pirate prestige. At most, he had two or three sentences' worth of time to "explain."
In the past, Lanzo wouldn't have deigned to explain himself, but none of these Lone Wolves were weak. If they joined forces to attack him, he might well die here.
At the thought of that possibility, Lanzo's hatred for that Sniper skyrocketed. Right now, he wished he could tear the other man apart and devour him.
Stay calm!
That was the first thought to appear in Lanzo's mind.
The light from various abilities flickered inside the Gunpowder Tavern. It was obvious that the Lone Wolves inside were preparing to surround Lanzo. They intended to join forces and kill him in a short time, so they could determine whether he had taken Roger's Musket.
"Little Wildcat, Tank, Bater, the plan failed. Get ready to retreat."
Lanzo assumed a fighting stance with his back to the Mask woman in black skintight clothing. She was the Mask that Little Mantou had mentioned earlier.
"Tank" and "Bater" were Iron Tank and Babatre. Iron Tank wore iron armor and specialized in using a sword and shield, while Babatre was a burly white man dressed in jungle fatigues.
Hearing Lanzo's words,