Warm Man

As a hand to move.

In reality, it's much more convenient than a person, especially when doing things that shouldn't be seen.

Buggy followed the secretary gull's footsteps.

Quietly, he swept past the tall crowd.

Inn Town probably didn't smell good.

He could see drunken sailors sleeping in street corners everywhere, accompanied by their own vomit.

Fortunately, he didn't have a nose.

He felt a bit fortunate again.

The secretary gull was larger than a regular newspaper seagull, like Alabasta's Carue Duck.

Weaving through the crowd, it was about the same size as a teenage newsboy.

It also seemed quite alert, stopping every so often after running for a while, its gaze constantly sweeping across the people coming and going in Inn Town.

Burly sailors with bulging muscles.

Merchants wearing glasses, always calculating wherever they went.

And some artisans with hammers and pliers tied to their waists.

There were few pirates here.

This was where ships that had applied to the World Government for passage across the Red Line waited.

Pirates wouldn't make such an application.

Of course, the World Government wouldn't agree either.

Well, except for a certain undercover pirate, who might be different.

But there was also a beautiful female pirate holding a wolf-tooth hammer.

It's just that the other party seemed a bit slow-witted.

No anomalies.

The secretary gull habitually pushed up its glasses, confirming that there were no particularly conspicuous targets among the passersby.

On the other side.

Was discussing with the crewmates, Alvida suddenly frowned, wondering how to rescue her eccentric captain, who could dig tunnels all the way to a Navy secret base.

She had a feeling someone was badmouthing her!

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The Secretary Gull nodded secretly and lingered at the street corner for a while longer.

He changed into the common attire of a newsboy found throughout the archipelago, slinging a dusty mailbag over his shoulder.

When he emerged from the street corner again, he was a qualified newsboy belonging to Inn Town.

The main clients of the Newspaper Gulls were those sailing the high seas and the branch offices stationed on various islands.

Within a maximum of one day, the diligent Newspaper Gulls could deliver the latest reports to the entire world.

And in the final mile, there was still room for the newsboys to operate.

What the Secretary Gull didn't notice was.

As he confidently walked out from the street corner.

A strange hand, which had been waiting for a long time, leaped with the posture of a hundred-meter hurdler over a wine barrel, successfully landing inside his dusty mailbag.

Buggy was once again glad he hadn't brought his nose along.

This mailbag, discarded at the street corner, clearly hadn't been washed in a while.

It was quite foul.

Inn Town was close to Red Port in District 60, an entrance and exit guarded by the World Government, situated on the edge of the archipelago.

After changing his clothes at the street corner, the Secretary Gull turned around and ran back in the direction he came from.

He then stopped in front of a high-class hotel not far from the branch office.

He quickly made his way to the second floor of the hotel and stopped in front of the room furthest from the corridor.

He knocked twice lightly, with a pause in between.

After the door, which had paper pasted on the window, opened, he zipped inside.

"How is it, Charles wouldn't dare to have any objections, right!"

Morgans tidied his bow tie, which had a feather stuck in it, and asked nonchalantly.

"How would he dare?"

The Secretary Gull took off his newsboy cap and put on his gold-rimmed glasses again.

"But Lord Morgans, do we need to be so cautious?"

The Secretary Gull disliked this attire; it didn't show any distinction between him and his kind at all.

In his heart, Morgans, who controlled the world's largest newspaper industry and information channel, was one of the Six Emperors of the Underworld. Why was he acting so timidly?

"You don't understand!"

"A qualified reporter can gather more explosive big news when others don't know their identity!"

Morgans's great bird beak always seemed particularly sharp when he spoke eloquently.

His appearance was that of a small-eyed, white-feathered albatross.

He also wore a blue shirt and a black cloak.

A top hat adorned with a red and white feather made him look like a noble politician giving a speech at some venue.

His wings flapped.

"Besides, compared to negotiating with the newspaper agency, the Navy and the World Government would be more than happy to capture me directly."

"I have a premonition that the Headquarters' location isn't very safe anymore."

"I can't wait to witness the scene of this Great War, and I don't want to be captured by those guys."

"What about the reporter who provided us with the photos? Did they make any demands? I'm very interested in the Marine Major behind him!"

"Everyone on Sabaody Archipelago now regards him as a hero!"

"It would be even better if we could get an exclusive interview with him."

"But the Navy doesn't like him," the Secretary Gull shook his head, feeling it wasn't worth it for such a reckless person.

"However, the reporter who photographed the Human Auction House Incident did make an interesting request."

He then relayed Arne's request.

"Add a screen to the execution platform?"

"What an interesting idea. I'll contact the Navy about it."

"Thank you very much."

Morgans shook his head, "No need to thank me, it's not an excessive request."

Then he frowned again.

His sharp gaze fixed on the Secretary Gull, "Why are you thanking me?"

"Me?"

"Not him."

A hand landed on Morgans's shoulder.

"Weren't you looking for me to discuss the exclusive interview? I'm right here."

"Caw!"

Morgans's feathers exploded, and he let out a strange cry.

A hand!

A hand with eyes, a mouth, and ears!

And it was still on his shoulder, not moving!

This was too bizarre!

It took Morgans a moment to calm down.

Of course, it was also possible that his attempts to shake Buggy off had all failed.

"What do you want?!"

He was already considering whether to resolve this with gunfire, but the hand was a little too close to his neck.

"Hmm, before I answer that, I think it's necessary to let you two calm down a bit more."

Buggy said considerately.

According to the college student Joker's memories, he should be a warm man with high emotional intelligence and thoughtfulness, right?

The warm man peeled back the skin on his hand, revealing all sorts of even warmer explosives.

Since the split organs could move and even float freely as if they were still connected, Buggy wouldn't bother bringing a bunch of useless flesh and blood.

He brought what the original Buggy and Arkham's Joker were both skilled at.

Explosives.

"How about it? Warm and lovely things like this always make people very reasonable."

The mouth on the hand said with slight excitement.

Gulp.

Morgans unconsciously swallowed.

Now it wasn't just his neck; he felt his entire head was under an extremely fatal threat.

But he had to admit, this thing could indeed make people calm down quickly.