Words Become Law: Stop Breathing

The entire sky felt oppressive.

On the pirate ship.

Shanks and the rest of the Red-Haired Pirates all looked up.

One figure after another emerged from the mirror, each radiating a terrifying presence.

"Thunder God."

"Tyrant."

"Tsar."

"Sun King."

"Plain Attack."

Yasopp wiped down his rifle, sensing that the newcomers meant trouble.

A golden light suddenly flooded the sky, and every member of the Red-Haired Pirates turned pale.

"You've got to be kidding!"

"Borsalino."

Beckman took a deep drag from his cigarette. He stared at Borsalino, who had appeared last, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

What did this mean?

Had Borsalino joined the Richest Group?

Shanks instinctively placed a hand on his sword, his expression grave.

"The Richest Group has honored us with a visit. What can we do for you?"

"The Revive-Revive Fruit is in your hands. Hand it over!"

Crocodile had a cigar in his mouth and wore a fur coat. With his swastika necklace and slicked-back hair, he looked just as he always had—not a thing about him had changed.

The same was true of everyone in the Richest Group. They had become a mystery to the world.

Time had left no mark on any of the Richest Group's key members. They were as handsome and youthful as ever, while the powerful figures of their generation had grown old or matured.

Faced with Crocodile's condescending demand, the Red-Haired Pirates were furious.

But how had the Richest Group found out they had the Revive-Revive Fruit?

Should they hand it over or not?

They were one of the Four Emperors. They couldn't tolerate someone brazenly showing up to make demands.

Besides, Gild Tesoro was dead. Even if Thunder God and the others were not to be underestimated, that didn't mean they could bully the Red-Haired Pirates. Giving