Chaos had only wandered around outside for a few hours before returning to the geisha house.
There wasn't much to see.
The Celestial Dragons hadn't shown up, either.
There was an auction in the lawless district, but most of the lots were slaves. There wasn't even a single Devil Fruit.
Most astonishing of all, he hadn't been robbed once.
It made no sense.
So, after checking out the casinos and pharmacies, Chaos leisurely returned to the geisha house.
By then, dusk had fallen.
There was no news from the Marines, either, though Chaos knew Tsuru had come in person.
He had expected her to approach him for a meeting, but several hours had passed without so much as a peep.
That only made Chaos lose interest even more.
It felt like he'd picked the worst possible time to visit the Sabaody Archipelago. What a miscalculation!
"Ah!!!"
"Shut up already!"
"I'm going to kill you!"
"You bastard! Let me go if you've got the guts!"
"Ughhhh!!!"
When Chaos entered the presidential suite at the geisha house, he immediately heard Baccarat's anguished curses. She was screaming hysterically, her voice cracking.
Looks like she was getting a pretty rough time.
"Carry on!"
Chaos poured himself a glass of water in the living room and calmly watched Baccarat, bound to a chair by a sand serpent with a gag stuffed in her mouth. Her bloodshot eyes glared at Crocodile, the veins in them bulging.
If looks could kill, Crocodile would have been killed hundreds of thousands of times by now.
Unlike Baccarat, who was tied up, Bonis sat peacefully in a chair, looking sternly at the sandboard in front of him.
Crocodile was quite the character. He'd found a pair of white-rimmed glasses somewhere and held an educational pointer in his hand. He was