Rosinante gently held Law close and tucked him into a corner, his thoughts racing.
Though he had been born a Celestial Dragon and become Sengoku's adopted son at a young age, growing up in Marine Headquarters, the years he had spent undercover under Doflamingo had greatly tempered both his abilities and his mind.
What was happening before his eyes had far exceeded his expectations, but at this critical moment, Rosinante's mind instead rapidly calmed down.
He had already "introduced himself" to those unfamiliar Marines. Given the Marines' usual conduct, even if they had doubts, they should not have continued firing.
The most likely course of action would have been to arrest the two of them, bring them back to their base, verify their identities, and then decide what to do. At the very least, they should have reported to their superiors.
The Marines of this world were also members of "the system." They should have understood the principle of filing a report whenever they encountered an unresolved matter.
Now, they had opened fire without even confirming his identity. Perhaps the problem was not limited to the few Marines in front of him.
"Hmph."
Holding Law close as he rose to his feet, Rosinante's face revealed a trace of pain. As he stood, a pool of blood was left on the white wall, and a faint smell of blood spread through the air.
Law seemed to notice something and nervously opened his mouth to say something, but under the cover of Rosinante's ability, no sound came out.
The squad of Marines in the middle of the street was still slowly closing in on the corner. They moved with extreme caution, holding their guns ready and aiming toward the wall as they carefully approached.
Just as they were about to reach the