At the thought of Little Cutie possibly having already been defiled by a group of drunkards, Saul's heart felt as though it had been cut with a knife.
After letting out a roar, he acted decisively enough, using Geppo with only one foot and wobbling his way toward the island.
Hearing Saul's furious roar, Shanks remained perfectly calm, carrying himself with the air of someone who had nothing to lose.
After all, they had almost finished all the alcohol.
So.
Blah blah blah...
Compared to Shanks's calmness, Sunny could no longer sit still. She rose silently and sneaked toward the forest.
"Big Sis, hic, are you going to pee, hic, pee...?"
Beli lifted his upper body and looked at Sunny, who had just stood up.
Sunny stopped at the sound of his voice. She glanced back at Beli, who was drunk enough to look like a puddle of mud, then turned toward Shanks and the others, who had been drawn over by Saul's voice.
"Bang!"
"Thud!"
Beli fell asleep.
Sunny slipped into the forest and hid.
A while later, Saul hurried onto the scene.
Looking at the empty barrels scattered all over the ground, Saul's heart skipped a beat. He immediately charged furiously toward Shanks.
The crew members who had originally gathered around Shanks scattered like birds and beasts. Only Maud, who had been forced to drink until he passed out, remained by the bonfire, sleeping in a daze.
As for Sabo and the others, they also retreated a little before eventually slipping away altogether.
In an instant, only Saul and Shanks remained by the bonfire, along with the motionless Maud and Beli.
Saul narrowed his eyes and asked in a fairly calm tone, "You brought everything out?"
Shanks handed him a cup of wine and shook his head. "I