Night fell, the moon shone bright, and the stars were few.
The lawless districts from Grove 1 to Grove 29 became exceptionally lively at this hour.
Inside Musketeer Tavern, tucked away on a street corner in a hidden alley, dim yellow lights flooded the noisy hall.
Tables upon tables were packed with patrons raising their glasses, drinking heavily, playing finger games, and chatting merrily.
Every conversation revolved around the Supernova brawl that had taken place today.
"I'm telling you! You know that Roronoa guy, right? I saw it clear as day!"
Bang!
A bearded man stood on a chair with one foot on the table, waving his hands as he vividly shouted:
"At the time! He tied on his bandana like this! Then he drew his sword like this, and Killer, the guy with a 160 million bounty, got instantly one-shotted!"
"You sure you saw that?!"
"Hahaha! Keep bragging!"
"Who the hell would've dared step into that area back then?!"
"Bullshit! Can't I use a telescope?!"
Naturally, the people hanging around bars in the lawless district at this hour were all outlaws.
Except for the kind and law-abiding Reiner in the corner, holding a glass of liquor. Beside him sat a burly man draped in a green cloak.
"You're a pirate, so why are you sneaking around all covered up when you're out?" Reiner glanced at the man beside him and tipped back his drink.
Kuma swallowed the salmon in his mouth before speaking in a low voice. "Just in case. I don't want anyone to know I've been in contact with you."
"So you dressed yourself up like a Revolutionary?"
Kuma froze for a moment. Reiner paused, then added, "Forget it. This works. Best make sure it succeeds when the time comes."
"I believe Vegapunk will agree to my