Everything in the Golden City was novel and luxurious.
Delicious food, entertaining attractions, clothing styles from the Fashion Capital—every new thing from across the seas could be found in the golden city of Gran Tesoro.
At this moment, blood had spilled across the precious red carpet in the city's most luxurious room, and the air was thick with the scent of blood.
Yet none of those in the room reacted in the slightest as they looked at the corpse.
Mr. Tanaka walked over to the body, unable to stop himself from recalling the scene from years ago, when he and Baccarat had been summoned by their captain, informed of everything, and signed a Contract with Dawn.
The silent shock, the maddening goal, and the ambition had all shaken him to his core.
After hearing it all, he and Baccarat had signed the Contract without hesitation. They had been their captain's crew to begin with; now they simply had a powerful faction behind them.
From that day on, however, Mr. Tanaka's gaze toward Dawn had become incomparably respectful.
Though thoughts raced through his mind, Mr. Tanaka's hands did not slow. Using his ability, he instantly took the corpse away.
Morgans and the King of Sea Transport watched Mr. Tanaka dispose of Jigra's corpse without the slightest ripple in their expressions.
Morgans even sneered.
Did that brainless fool think that having an assassin organization meant he could challenge the monster before him?
How naive.
Perhaps that fellow had wanted to use this to bargain for better terms, but he had applied his brain in the wrong place. If he could not even grasp the situation, then he did not deserve to mourn his death.
No matter what, Dawn was still a Marine. Even with his ambitions, the organ trade disgusted him on