As the night gradually deepened, Benn Beckman opened his eyes, glanced at Shanks lying beside him, then kicked him with his furry leg.
Shanks jolted awake from his sleep, only to see Benn Beckman's gleaming eyes before him.
Under Beckman's gaze, he became a little more alert. He spread his Observation Haki, instantly covering the entire Sky Island.
His Observation Haki was naturally powerful, but even after covering the whole Sky Island, he did not detect a single person.
The Revolutionary Army had all gone below. If they had been lying in ambush here, they probably could not have escaped Shanks's senses.
He gently shook his head at Benn Beckman, then closed his eyes. Before long, he was snoring again.
Benn Beckman stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. The Revolutionary Army had truly done nothing after treating them to a drink. They neither wanted to wipe out this greatest of pirate crews here nor make any move against them at all. That itself was completely against common sense.
Shanks could turn a blind eye to it, but as the first mate of the Red-Haired Pirates, Benn Beckman could not be so carefree when his captain was being this careless.
But as dawn broke and the sun began revealing itself between the clouds, the air only grew hotter because they were so close to the sun. Shanks and the others were unaccustomed to such a climate and were forcibly awakened by the heat.
They rose amid the crowd, drenched in foul-smelling sweat, only to realize they were surrounded by a bunch of burly men, all soaked through as well.
Their hangovers gave them splitting headaches. After thinking back, they finally remembered that they were already inside the Revolutionary Army's headquarters.
The rough-looking men exchanged glances, then suddenly burst out laughing