The next day, dawn broke.
A blazing sun rose over the horizon. The hillsides of Poppy Island were pockmarked and scarred, with nothing left but ruins and deep ravines. The whole place felt oppressive.
The island was no longer the bustling, prosperous place it had been just the day before.
News of the Golden Lion's attack on Poppy Island had already spread. Plenty of factions had probably heard about it by now.
Everyone was waiting!
Waiting for the Boss of the Richest Group to return. But with Gild Tesoro's arrogant, domineering, prideful personality, he definitely wouldn't let this go. And to make matters worse, Sexy Representative Queen of Joy, Stussy, had been captured by the Golden Lion.
If that didn't make him tear the heavens apart, then Gild Tesoro wouldn't be the overbearing man he was.
Clang, clang, clatter!!!
Suddenly, the sound of clashing weapons rang out in the distance, as if countless pieces of metal were colliding. A golden flower-lined avenue appeared far away and swept closer, hovering over Poppy Island in the blink of an eye.
The figure at its head was too distant to make out clearly, but his flashy appearance made his identity obvious.
The spies from the various factions on Poppy Island immediately informed their backers.
Standing on the golden flower-lined avenue, Chaos looked down at the traces of battle scattered everywhere. His dark eyes turned cold, and his face grew grim as he spotted the coordinates carved into the mountainside.
Crocodile beside him wore an equally gloomy expression.
As for Baccarat and Bonis, they both looked stiff, and even unconsciously quieted their breathing. The oppressive, icy aura radiating from the other two was simply too intense.
It was like standing beside a powder keg about to explode, one that could blow them to pieces