Tony gripped the White Bone Lord and hurried toward the exit. If he lingered until Zephyr finished his work, who knew how long he would have to endure another lecture?
He moved as fast as he could. If he hadn't worried that using Soru to flash past would alarm the soldiers, he would have charged straight out.
Because he hadn't, Tony spotted the CP0 group as he passed the main gate of the Royal Palace.
They were only standing there, yet Tony felt a crushing pressure that made it hard to breathe. They weren't doing it deliberately. Once someone grew strong enough, that kind of presence radiated from them naturally. Mihawk had been the same: he could sit quietly roasting meat, and no beast within a hundred miles would dare approach.
Unless they deliberately concealed it, that presence was always there.
These people are no pushovers!
Beyond their strength, something else struck Tony as strange. Several of them carried a heavy air of killing intent, as if they were ready to strike at any moment.
Remembering that Cobra had gone in to find Zephyr, Tony narrowed his eyes. Blood red spread across the muscles of his face, and soon he wore a different one. Then, pretending not to care, he walked straight past them.
Clink!
As though blown by the wind, the White Bone Lord's scabbard lightly brushed the hem of the person on the far left. The sound told Tony there was a weapon hidden beneath that white cloak.
Feeling the touch against his clothes, the CP0 member grunted and turned to stare at Tony.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!"
"Sorry, sorry! My fault!" Tony backed away with an awkward grin and a bow. Nothing about him resembled the murderous maniac who had fought Jones. He looked more like