The sun was setting.
On the top floor of the geisha house, beside the open-air pool.
Chaos lounged in the bath, wearing beach shorts. Two scantily dressed young women knelt on the deck, peeling grapes and giving him a massage.
Wearing heart-shaped sunglasses, Chaos watched the sun sink below the horizon and the streets grow lively.
With a view like this, the presidential suite certainly lived up to its name.
Baccarat was stretched out on a lounge chair nearby. Someone had offered to wait on her earlier, but she'd turned them down.
She glanced over at the man, her eyes full of contempt.
At the Marine branch.
A warship was moored in the enclosed harbor. Tsuru disembarked with a group of officers, her expression unreadable.
About ten minutes later, every sofa and chair in Shagami's office was occupied.
Shagami had finished explaining what had happened.
"That guy's as arrogant as ever."
Tsuru frowned. Shagami's account hadn't surprised her.
He hadn't killed a single Marine, only knocked them unconscious with Conqueror's Haki. That showed he didn't want a conflict with the Marines.
As for demanding the eighth position on the wanted list, this wasn't the first time he'd done something like that.
When the Okama King, the Tyrant, and the Dancing Queen became Representatives, he'd acted the same way—forcing the Marines to put bounties on them, as if he were afraid no one would notice that the Richest Group had gained a new Representative.
That kind of thinking could only come from that man.
Tsuru was now weighing whether to go after Gild Tesoro. A year ago, she would have done so without hesitation, but now she wasn't confident she could take him down.
The Gild Tesoro of today was no longer the man he'd been before.
His fighting strength couldn't