A small island ravaged by plague like Lor Island had never attracted so much attention.
People continued arriving on the island, with countless more still on their way.
They had come for Maud.
More precisely, they had come for Maud's head, worth around a billion.
To them, Maud was a walking treasury. Whoever seized him first could live in comfort for the rest of their life.
The five hundred people who had landed on the northern coastline just now, as well as the two or three hundred bounty hunters before him, belonged to the first batch to move.
They had reached Lor Island ahead of the others.
But what awaited them was not a pleasant surprise, but disaster.
The former had been sent flying, people and ship alike, to some unknown corner of the world with a single slap from Kuma.
The latter—that was, the group of bounty hunters before him—had barely had time to rejoice after discovering Maud when they saw the Tyrant Kuma accompanying him.
In an instant, they felt as though they had been thrown into an ice cellar.
Based on the information they currently possessed, they would never have imagined that Maud had some connection with the Tyrant Kuma.
This imposing group of bounty hunters froze on the spot.
But what they did not know was that the real threat was not the Tyrant Kuma they feared, but the seemingly obscure middle-aged man holding a wooden staff.
If Kuma slapped them away, they might still survive.
If they were left behind, they were doomed.
Maud looked at the group of bounty hunters frozen before him, a trace of amusement flashing in his eyes.
Thanks to Sabo's advance warning, he knew that for some time to come, people seeking to kill him for the enormous bounty would