On the King's Plateau, in the Villa District.
On the third floor of a villa, Werther, Doffy, and the others entered a somewhat empty room.
Pica, Sugar, and the others followed behind them. Nearly everyone in the Donquixote Family had gathered there.
A massive Iron Chair stood in the center of the room. Luo sat in it, his wrists locked in Seastone Handcuffs chained to its armrests.
After entering, Werther and the others took seats facing Luo. Food was brought in soon afterward.
No one in the room paid Luo any attention. They ate in silence.
Werther had been busy all day, and his earlier fight with Charlotte Linlin had drained much of his strength.
The sky outside had grown dim. It was past six in the evening. Baby-5 hurried to the side of the room and turned on the lights, brightening it.
"Has the other one arrived? Once he gets here, we'll deal with them together."
Werther had spoken suddenly.
"He should be on his way."
Doffy answered, then went back to eating.
Everyone ate. Now and then, the sound of chewing broke the silence.
"Grrr..." Luo's stomach rumbled. It seemed he was hungry too.
"Jora, feed that brat."
Werther picked up a plate of Beef and handed it to Jora.
Jora's hand trembled. With a sigh, she took the plate of Beef over to Luo.
Jora held a special place in the Donquixote Family. She had raised orphans like Dellinger and Baby-5.
She had cared for Luo when he was little, too. She knew what was about to happen, and that was why her hand had trembled.
"Luo, I don't blame you for kidnapping me. We're on different sides now."
Jora speared a piece of Beef and held it to Luo's mouth.
Luo hesitated, then began eating in