The Secret Tea Party, unknown to the world, was scheduled for a month later—two months before the global emergency conference.
The timing itself was worth examining.
Every name on the tea party's guest list belonged to someone ordinary people could only look up to—no, someone they could hardly bear to look at. Whatever they intended to discuss, merely gathering in one place would send a tremendous wave across the seas.
That was why the tea party had been kept completely secret. Even Loa's current intelligence network had uncovered nothing. If he hadn't received the Invitation Letter himself, he would have dismissed the whole thing as a ridiculous joke.
But the month's notice made it hard for Loa not to suspect a trap, an invitation designed to lure him in.
At a signal, powerful figures lying in wait could emerge from every direction and kill him on the spot.
The information Vegapunk had sent, however, eased that suspicion somewhat.
It was as valuable as an Ancient Weapon. If its contents proved true, they would strengthen Loa's forces beyond measure.
If they truly meant to use this opportunity to eliminate him, why give him that information?
And there were two Invitation Letters!
"This is getting more and more interesting. What mysteries is this world still hiding? And what exactly is the World Government after?"
Seated on the broad Blue Throne, Loa closed his eyes and sank into thought.
All of Turtle Island's officers had gathered before him, from the Undead Legion's two Supreme Commanders to Drake, who still had little to do, and the newly joined Tony and Enel. Every one of them remained silent, afraid that the slightest sound might disturb Loa's thoughts.
They had read both Invitation Letters and understood the startling implications. What happened next rested on the decision