Black Gold Came from the Old Trench

Milluki cut off the call and opened a bag of snacks.

Bai Zhu stood at the tent entrance, his hand already resting on his sword hilt, ready to find an angle to pull out Ryūmon Hōzukimaru and show off.

But the words reached his throat, and he swallowed them back down.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Whenever Milluki saw a new machine, weapon, or ability, he usually wanted to press his face against it and lick it three times.

But now, he did not even have the interest to spare Bai Zhu another glance.

Dozens of screens cast a pallid glow over his face, and the snacks he had just opened lay there untouched.

Milluki had not eaten them.

Bai Zhu stepped around the parts scattered across the floor and sat on an overturned toolbox beside him.

"Young master, did someone steal your graphics card?"

Milluki did not answer.

Bai Zhu added, "What happened?"

Hisoka leaned against the side of the tent, flipping his cards over and over in his hand.

"He's been like this since shortly after he got here."

Bai Zhu immediately turned around.

"Shut up. The mood is weird."

Hisoka blinked.

"I'm being very quiet."

"You're even creepier when you're quiet."

Milluki finally reacted and dragged one of the screens to the main display.

"Can you two stop arguing first?"

Bai Zhu and Hisoka looked at him at the same time.

Milluki felt a chill crawl up his spine under their stares, as if two fellow patients were watching him.

"Especially you, Bai Zhu."

Bai Zhu pointed at himself.

"I just walked in."

"You were causing trouble before you even walked in."

"They pointed guns at me."

"Even so, be more careful. Every force entrenched in the harbor knows who you are now."

Bai Zhu spread his