Wano Country, Flower Capital.
Oric casually tossed the newspaper aside, then picked up his wineglass and slowly took a sip.
"A troublesome fellow... He single-handedly restrained a tide that could have swept across the entire sea. What an enviable level of influence."
"That couldn't be helped. That was the Rumble-Rumble Fruit! Once someone was targeted by the Azure Dragon, they had almost no chance of surviving."
Kurozumi Orochi drunkenly held his wineglass while embracing a songstress, drinking deeply before saying, "Those bugs from the Revolutionary Army are useless. They care more about the lives of ordinary people, so they won't act again without sufficient preparation... As for us..."
"Yes, that's right. We have to step forward... We'll begin once Kaido returns."
Oric took a sip of wine, and an invisible pressure spread out, making the songstress who had been about to refill his glass foam at the mouth and collapse onto the floor.
In an instant, the atmosphere of the banquet turned incredibly grave.
Kurozumi Orochi stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, his eyes glinting with ambition. "Kuhuhuhuhuhu, let's make this clear first, Oric. No matter what happens, if those vengeful ghosts return, I won't be responsible for any of you."
"Without Wano Country supporting you, forget joining forces with me. You'd probably be the first to get rid of me."
In response, Oric calmly filled his wineglass and glanced at him.
"If you knew this day would come, why do it in the first place?"
"After that moment of pleasure twenty years ago, have you had a single good night's sleep all these years?"
"Kuhuhuhuhuhu, it couldn't be helped. That guy insisted on blocking my path. What else could I do? Right, Kozuki Toki?"
With a lecherous expression, Kurozumi Orochi turned to a young and beautiful songstress