After finishing his call with Crocodile, Chaos dialed Stussy's Den Den Mushi.
"Brring, brring~"
It rang for only three seconds before someone answered. A cool, somewhat weary voice came through.
"BOSS!"
"Yo! Morning, little Stussy!"
Chaos opened with a shamelessly suggestive greeting.
Baccarat, who had been sulking and thinking about how to escape, shivered instinctively and turned to look at Chaos with open disdain.
Was this man in heat?
She felt sick.
At that moment, Stussy was sitting at a desk in the manor on Poppy Island. A large pile of documents was spread out in front of her, and she was clearly working.
Hearing Chaos's cloying nickname, she couldn't help rubbing her forehead. Goosebumps covered her skin, and she shivered again.
"BOSS, speak like a normal person!"
"Otherwise, I might just be tempted to drug you and poison you to death."
Stussy's voice grew colder and more aloof. Even through the Den Den Mushi, the murderous intent simmering beneath it was palpable.
Stussy hated being called "little Stussy" more than anything.
It was way too saccharine!
She couldn't stand it.
Especially when that man was the one saying it.
"I'm the big shot of the Richest Group, at least show me some respect!"
"I heard how tired you sounded, so I was just checking in on you."
Chaos wasn't embarrassed in the slightest. If he didn't feel embarrassed, then everyone else had to be.
But Stussy clearly wasn't an ordinary person.
So there was no embarrassment to speak of.
"BOSS, get to the point. I'm busy!"
Stussy sighed. He was like an incorrigible son who was too mischievous and would never grow up—leaving her both helpless and worried.
"Make some preparations. The Flying Pirates might go to war with us."
Blowing smoke rings, Chaos smoothly picked up where Stussy