The sun rose in the east, and its golden rays gradually dyed the eastern sky red. A new day had arrived.
Chaos yawned as he stepped out of the bedroom, then looked at the scene in the living room with some surprise.
Archino sat listlessly on the sofa, his face bruised and swollen, his spirits utterly crushed. He looked as if he'd been beaten a thousand times over, his eyes vacant and his expression utterly hopeless.
Across from him, Crocodile was talking nonstop. He used his powers to form a sandy screen, and as he spoke with animated passion, diagrams appeared on it.
Compared to Archino, who looked ready to drop dead at any moment, Crocodile was brimming with energy, his eyes shining with unprecedented fervor.
Archino genuinely wanted to die.
After capturing him last night, Crocodile had beaten him up. The injuries were only superficial, but then Crocodile had dragged him back to keep clearing out the pirates and thugs hiding in the shadows.
The attacks had come in wave after wave throughout the night.
Every time they finished, Archino had been completely exhausted.
But the problem was, this man hadn't let him rest. He'd kept lecturing him.
At first, he'd talked about the team's principles and culture. Then, as he went on, he'd started calling himself a Thinker.
Archino wanted to die more than ever.
He really couldn't take it anymore.
His body and mind had both been subjected to relentless torment. By now, he was starting to feel dazed, and he was even seeing double.
"Boss, good morning!"
Crocodile merely greeted him, then prepared to continue lecturing Archino.
He loved the feeling of teaching people.
Especially when he could instill his own truths in others. It made him feel accomplished.
"You two didn't get any rest last