Wano Country.
Royal Palace Hall.
After Lucci said, "Leave no one alive," the hall fell silent.
Then, furious curses erupted.
"What pirates?"
"Open your dog eyes and look carefully! We're samurai of Wano Country!"
"This is the royal hall, not a place for outsiders like you to run wild!"
A group of old nobles and samurai rose to their feet, pointing at Lucci and the others as they cursed.
Even more people had yet to figure out who these black-clad figures before them actually were.
Only one samurai in the corner turned deathly pale in an instant.
He was a towering man with an exaggerated light-blue pompadour atop his head and two long swords at his waist.
Kyoshiro.
He was also Denjiro, one of the Nine Red Scabbards who had changed his identity and survived in order to infiltrate Kurozumi Orochi's side.
Over the years, he had handled countless dealings and intelligence matters for the Kurozumi Family.
Compared to the isolated samurai in this hall, he understood far better just how vast the outside world was.
Black suits, eyes so cold they held not the slightest ripple of emotion, and the nearly tangible killing intent emanating from their leader.
With just one look, Denjiro's back was already soaked in cold sweat.
Cipher Pol.
And they were certainly no ordinary agents.
That killing intent was not meant to intimidate people.
It was something that could only naturally settle into a person after they had truly killed countless others.
He wanted to stand and warn everyone.
But the oppressive presence locking down the entire hall made his legs stiffen, leaving him struggling even to breathe.
Denjiro could only force himself to move, inch by inch, toward Kozuki Sukiyaki.
Sukiyaki noticed the enormous pompadour approaching and was initially startled before recognizing him.
"You