"Brru~ Brru~"
Dawn broke, and the bright red sun was like a shy young lady who'd just paid for the third time, still holding a little warmth!
So its gentle light wasn't all that scorching.
The Den Den Mushi rang, and Crocodile opened his eyes.
Yesterday's little lesson had gone very well. After spreading the word, he'd left without a trace, hiding his good deed and asking for nothing in return.
Truly noble and selfless.
This was an island's one remaining geisha house.
After all, Great Kong Omit had destroyed all the others.
The Den Den Mushi ringing so early put Crocodile in a bad mood. He was not a morning person.
"Where are you?"
A familiar, lazy voice came through the Den Den Mushi, yawning as it spoke. Crocodile's face fell at once.
"BOSS, didn't you know that waking someone from a good dream will land you in hell?"
"You said it!"
Crocodile made no effort to hide his irritation.
The man on the other end of the Den Den Mushi was a bad-tempered morning person too.
"Don't sweat the small stuff."
Another yawn came through. "Have you finished handling your business?"
Somewhere in the Grand Line, a golden Maserati cruised slowly across the sea. Chaos had one hand on the wheel and the other resting by the car door as he smoked.
He looked a little worn out.
He'd left with Baccarat that morning.
Chaos thought there was something wrong with Baccarat's mindset. She urgently needed some loving care.
So he'd contacted Crocodile, planning to have him explain the group's principles and culture to her, so she could feel the warmth of home as soon as possible.
He was sure Baccarat would soon join the Richest Group family, just like everyone else.
That thief hadn't shown up again,