Calm.
Chilling.
Awakened, Chaos looked at the intelligence report and bloody photographs in his hands. Without expression, he got out of bed and headed outside without saying a word. With every step he took, the ground automatically turned to gold, forming casual pants and a golden halo.
"Bring everyone back!"
His fury was impossible to suppress, yet it didn't erupt like a volcano. Instead, it was bone-chillingly cold.
Everyone who had besieged Betty on Albert Island would die!
Whether he was hypocritical, unreasonable, domineering, or despicable, Gai had always taken his loved ones' side, never the side of reason.
Only the Richest Group bullied others. No one ever dared bully the Richest Group.
No matter the reason.
When he saw Betty lying in a pool of blood, her clothes in tatters, her hand severed, and her usual fiery chatter gone, he didn't care whether it was Oden or Flower Sword Vista—both of them had to die.
So what if Whitebeard stood behind them?
Most importantly, Betty might already be dead.
At least, judging by the photographs, there was no chance she had survived.
That was the real reason Chaos was furious.
If she wasn't dead, there might still be room for negotiation. But if Betty really had died, then whether or not Whitebeard handed over Vista, Oden, and the others, Chaos would destroy the Whitebeard Pirates at any cost.
He would cast aside all principles.
He couldn't beat Whitebeard one-on-one, but there were ways to kill someone—even someone at the pinnacle of combat strength.
Chaos had never been the kind of person to let morality, being in the right, or humanity hold him back.
This time, Oden and the others had crossed Chaos's line.
Whitebeard's waters.
Moon Island.
It had earned its name from its crescent-moon shape.
It was a