Poppy Island, where a golden avenue of flowers stretched across the horizon.
Chaos descended gracefully with Enel and Ivankov.
"BOSS!"
Chaos strode into the office and found Kuma sitting on the sofa, flipping through the Bible in his hands.
He gave Chaos a low greeting as he entered.
"Where is everyone else?"
Chaos sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and leaned back with his chest open and both arms draped across the backrest.
Stussy, who had been handling government affairs, left her desk and headed to the bar to prepare a few cups of coffee. As she walked, she answered, "For now, Kuma's the only one who's back. Old Sand should be here soon.
"But we still can't get in touch with Old Don."
"BOSS, I suspect Old Don might've been beaten to death."
Betty excitedly set down her quill, wearing the look of someone who'd seen it coming.
She looked just like a fortune-teller.
Chaos lit a cigar, his brow furrowing slightly.
Nearby, Ivankov and Enel were having Kuma expel the old injuries that had built up in their bodies. With all that damage leaving them, they felt refreshed and couldn't help groaning.
Even though they hadn't seen one another for half a year, there was no awkwardness between them.
"Any concrete news?"
To be honest, Archino was the only one in the whole group who was single-minded: if he didn't like you, he'd just fight you!
He was a real honey badger.
His chances of dying were several times higher than everyone else's.
After all, he had a few screws loose.
When Chaos left, he'd specifically warned Archino. He didn't know if it had done any good.
When a madman had an episode, there was no way an ordinary person could understand it.
Their minds worked differently.