"Please, let me go!"
Exploding Bear Trusia panicked.
There was sheer terror deep within his eyes.
He bore no resemblance to his previous cruelty and arrogance.
He only wanted to survive now.
Chaos did not regard Exploding Bear Trusia at all; with a casual point, Exploding Bear Trusia knelt on the ground, as proper and orderly as the other pirates.
Chaos did not think much of such surrender.
If he were the one facing life and death, he would not be much more noble than Exploding Bear Trusia.
"Golden Rain."
In the pirate section, Maker Kakart lit a cigarette, wearing a trench coat with two handguns holstered at his waist and mechanical boots on his feet. Add a cowboy hat, and he would be a living western cowboy.
Previously, he had been thinking—combining Gild Tesoro's effortless control of Exploding Bear Trusia with that vast expanse of kneeling pirates on the ground, and connecting it to the golden rain falling from the sky before coming ashore, as well as Gild Tesoro's ability.
He could roughly draw a conclusion.
Kakart smoked calmly, but a close observation would reveal that his hands were shaking slightly.
A layer of cold sweat also beaded his forehead.
Because he had also been caught in the golden rain before coming ashore.
Damn it!
"Dammit."
Leopard King Tischer also reacted, his complexion turning pale as death on the spot.
He and all his subordinates had also been caught in the golden rain.
"How insidious."
"I've been suspicious of that golden rain; sure enough, there's a problem."
"We were plotted against before even coming ashore."
"No wonder Gild Tesoro could remain calm facing so many pirates. Turns out we handed our lives over to him before we even set foot on the island."
"Damn it."
"What do we do