"Big news!"
"President, are you going to Moon Island in person?"
"How could I pass up news this big?"
At the headquarters of the World Economic Journal, Morgans was visibly excited.
He made his living off information and news. He'd learned that the Whitebeard Pirates had attacked the Richest Group's Dancing Queen on Albert Island much faster than any other faction.
And he knew the details very well.
Especially the part where Dancing Queen had apparently died!
How could he pass that up?
For news this big, only he could personally cover it. None of the other staff had what it took.
It had already been confirmed that the Whitebeard Pirates were on Moon Island. From the looks of it, they were waiting specifically for the Richest Group.
That was the Whitebeard Pirates' confidence—they were waiting for them on purpose.
Morgans had also learned that every Representative of the Richest Group who'd been abroad was hurrying back to Gold City at top speed. Don't ask how he knew.
The answer was that he had men in Gold City.
Morgans wasn't the only one paying attention. Plenty of people were watching, and many individuals and factions were heading to Moon Island.
None of them had good intentions.
The Marines, for instance.
They were keeping their movements well hidden. Naturally, they intended to wait for the Richest Group and the Whitebeard Pirates to weaken each other, then swoop in and take advantage.
These people were moving fast.
Day gave way to night!
In the blink of an eye, two days passed.
Quite a few people had gathered on Moon Island!
"The Richest Group still hasn't shown up."
"It's confirmed. The Whitebeard Pirates are on the island."
"Is it true that the Whitebeard Pirates killed the Richest Group's Sexy Representative, Dancing Queen?"
"Don't