Just moments ago, he had still been reading the newspaper. How had Mu Chen and Whitebeard suddenly... And now, as Whitebeard appeared and looked over the chaotic scene before him, he could not help but grin. A shockwave gently spread beneath his feet, and Ivankov cried out again. "Hee-haw-haw-haw-haw! I never expected the Revolutionary Army's territory to be this lively!"
He had long known that Mu Chen was part of the Revolutionary Army, and Mu Chen had told Whitebeard himself as well. It had to be said, Mu Chen was both a Marine Admiral and the Revolutionary Army's second-in-command. Such a thing was simply unheard of.
Mu Chen raised a hand and waved it at Dragon and Ivankov. "Don't panic. I brought him back. There's no danger."
Hearing Mu Chen's words, Dragon immediately dropped his guard and instructed the surrounding okama, "Disperse. It's nothing. Continue the dance."
Though the many okama continued whispering among themselves, they obediently moved elsewhere after hearing Dragon's words.
Ivankov leaned close to Dragon and muttered in a low voice, "Dragon, that's Whitebeard! The whole world knows he's dead! How did Mu Chen bring him here? And why are you treating him so—"
Before Dragon could speak, Mu Chen turned to Ivankov, his tone carrying a hint of teasing. "Ivankov, long time no see. Your skirt is still as flashy as ever." Ivankov was wearing a lace-trimmed skirt that was truly painful to look at.
"Damn it!"
"Boss Number Two, don't change the subject!"
Ivankov instantly bristled. "Tell me already! What are you trying to do?"
Hiding Whitebeard in Revolutionary Army territory—if the Marines find out, that'll be a huge problem."
"Problem?"
Mu Chen raised an eyebrow and walked to the stone chair in the center of the square before sitting down. Whitebeard sat beside him