Whiskey Peak was a town that welcomed pirates, but in truth, it was a gathering place for bounty hunters.
In the future, it would be the first island the Straw Hat Pirates landed on after entering the Grand Line, as well as a branch of the criminal organization Baroque Works.
But that was all in the future.
For now, Whiskey Peak was like any other island. It had pirates, thugs, and bounty hunters, and was a fairly prosperous place.
But just then~
Boom!
Rumble!!!
The foot of the mountain was ablaze with red. Countless balls of magma crashed into the ground, setting half the town alight. Among the flames, a ragged figure with a deathly pale face fled in a panic, clutching his head and cursing at the top of his lungs as he vomited blood.
Ivankov had really lost weight. He had also returned to his usual form: a huge head, deep-purple afro, thick eyelashes, light-blue eyeshadow, and purple lipstick. His true appearance was enough to make your eyes hurt.
As for the goddess-like upper body and nightmare-like lower body he'd had before, he'd stopped maintaining them.
Did anyone know how he'd spent the past six months?
Either fleeing or on the way to flee. His life had been miserable.
He didn't have time to maintain that elegant, seductive charm!
He might as well take the time to finish taking a piss instead of having to cut it short halfway through and flee in the middle of the night.
"Damn it!"
Seeing the Marines blocking the only way through up ahead, Ivankov realized their leader was a Rear Admiral.
Sakazuki had gone all out this time, sending a large force of elite Marines to surround Ivankov. They'd set ambushes at every major intersection in Whiskey Peak.
They hadn't even