Number Three hesitated, then shook her head. She was not good with words and did not know how to explain.
Werther exchanged a glance with Doffy beside him.
"What do we do, Werther? Join forces and take her out?"
Clearly, Doffy did not believe Anita had sent Number Three either.
Werther hesitated. Anita had contacted him earlier to ask for a batch of weapons, but that little brat had never said whether she would send someone to collect them, much less who it would be.
After a moment's thought, Werther chose the safest option: contact Anita.
"Brr, brr, brr, click." Anita picked up the Den Den Mushi.
"What?" Anita did not sound exactly cold, but the little girl was clearly upset.
"Did you send someone to Dressrosa?"
"Hmph. No."
"Is that so? Then I know what to do."
Werther's gaze turned cold. If Anita had sent no one, this woman could not be one of hers.
Just as Werther was about to put down the Den Den Mushi, Anita suddenly shouted.
"Werther! Werther, don't hang up! I did send someone. Um, has Number Three arrived in Dressrosa? Did you two fight? Are you okay, Werther?"
Not far away, Number Three gave a wry smile as she heard Anita's rapid-fire questions.
Werther was fine. She, on the other hand, had been in real danger just now.
"You little brat. Why didn't you tell me you'd sent someone? I nearly cut that woman down."
Anita realized how serious it had been. Her voice softened, and the displeasure vanished from her tone.
"I was wrong. I'm sorry, Werther."
Werther found that strange. The little brat had actually apologized to him?
He could not help chuckling.
"It's fine. If she's with you, there's no problem. I've got the weapons ready for you, and there's