The Silent Shock

The man who had rescued a slave in broad daylight while hiding his identity—

was actually Bacca.D. Maud!

Bonney was utterly bewildered.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, who would have believed that the man who had carved out such a formidable reputation across the seas...

not only rescued slaves in the street, but also lent a hand to those who came seeking help?

It was too surreal...

Bonney almost thought she was dreaming.

Meanwhile, the spectators around them had been enjoying the show, but once they realized that the man in sunglasses was Maud, they all looked as though they had seen a ghost.

"That man is back!!!"

"Bacca.D. Maud... How is that possible...?!"

"Hey, what are you waiting for? Run!"

"Oh? Oh! Wait for me!"

Most of the spectators had been intimidated by Maud's reputation.

Afraid of getting caught in the crossfire, they gave Maud the utmost respect and scattered like frightened birds, leaving the scene at top speed.

But a small group of people didn't leave this dangerous place immediately.

"I'm certain that guy's a fake!"

A man with five flintlock pistols hanging from his waist said with absolute conviction:

"If he were really Bacca.D. Maud, how could he possibly do something like this? Brothers, don't you think I'm making sense?"

The man crossed his arms, brimming with confidence.

The moment he finished speaking, he looked toward his companions, eager for their response.

"???"

However, all he saw were his brothers already more than a hundred meters away.

"Damn it!"

The man's earlier composure vanished. His expression changed, and he took off after his fleeing companions.

In just a few seconds,

apart from the five female slaves standing there like stunned statues, everyone around the street had vanished without a trace.

On the scene,