Night fell, and the stars shone bright.
The lawless zones from Peninsula 1 to Peninsula 29 were bustling with activity.
Inside the Musketeer Tavern, tucked away in a secluded alley, dim yellow light filled the noisy hall.
The tables were packed with customers, raising their cups and drinking heavily, playing drinking games and chatting away.
Everyone was talking about the Supernova brawl that had taken place that day.
"I'm telling you! You know Roronoa, right? I saw it all with my own eyes!"
Bang!
A bearded man stood on a chair with one foot on the table, gesturing wildly as he recounted the tale:
"So there he was! He tied on his bandana just like this! Then he drew his sword, just like this, and Killer, the one with a bounty of 160 million, was taken out in an instant!"
"You sure you saw that?!"
"Hahaha! Yeah, right!"
"Who would dare set foot in that area at the time?"
"Bullshit! You think I couldn't watch through a telescope?!"
Naturally, the ones hanging around bars in the lawless zones at this hour were all outlaws.
Except for Lina, the good and law-abiding man in the corner, holding a glass. Beside him sat a burly man in a green cloak.
"You're a pirate, so why are you skulking around all covered up?" Lina glanced at the man beside him and took a swig of his drink.
Bear swallowed the salmon in his mouth and spoke in a low voice. "Just in case. I don't want anyone knowing I've met with you."
"And you decided to dress like a revolutionary?"
Bear paused, taken aback. Lina hesitated, then added, "Never mind. Let's leave it at that. Just make sure everything works when the time comes."
"I believe Vegapunk will agree to it."
Rip!