"That's the Big Mom Pirates!"
"It's not Charlotte Linlin leading them. It's her third son, Charlotte Katakuri. They say he's the strongest of all Big Mom's children."
"The Beasts Pirates are here too."
"Damn, that's Kaido!"
"He came in person!"
"The Explosion Pirates are here too. Is that the Explosion Monarch?"
"Hey, hey! Is this for real?"
"That's Whitebeard Edward Newgate!"
"Gild Tesoro has that much clout? One after another, all these powerhouses from the second half of the Grand Line are showing up."
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The Gathering of the Strong wouldn't begin for another three days. In the meantime, the arrival of one big name after another had cast an inexplicable gloom over the entire Gold City.
It was as if an invisible pressure was making it hard for most people to breathe.
The Beasts Pirates, the Big Mom Pirates, the Explosion Pirates, the Whitebeard Pirates, and the Marines, who had arrived much earlier—not to mention the Flying Pirates and other renowned pirates and lone wolves—were all famous figures across the seas.
Morgans couldn't have been happier.
He led the reporters under his command, constantly taking photos and recording footage.
With all these top-tier powers and overlords gathered together, even if nothing happened, their mere presence was enough to make big news.
And if they started fighting, even better.
Even a fool could feel the tension in the air. These big shots were all enemies of one another, after all. They'd clashed countless times, openly and behind the scenes, always at each other's throats.
Yet beneath that rivalry lay a sense of pride and mutual respect.
That was the bearing of the strong.
At that moment, every eye in Gold City turned toward the same place.
Betty Hotel.
Faced with so many big shots, the Richest Group hadn't let its