"Yes, master."
Yaldan, the butler, knew he meant Diana.
South Owl glanced at Little Zhuge and raised an eyebrow smugly. "Well? My men didn't disappoint you, did they? Night Owl 009 searched Horror Island thoroughly and confirmed it: Klyde is dead, but Ye Chen let Diana go."
"You may be useless, but your intelligence has always been reliable." Little Zhuge drained his glass and grinned as he teased him.
"Heh. Still as sharp-tongued as ever. You really don't spare my feelings."
Anyone else who dared joke with South Owl like that would have been killed long ago.
"Right, I'm going for a stroll. It's far too stifling here."
Northern Owl snapped his fingers. A beautiful giantess was led over by the neck and made to crawl on her knees before him. South Owl gave her chest a smug squeeze, then climbed onto her back with the butler's help.
They were Celestial Dragons, exalted above everyone else. They could decide who lived or died on a whim, and the ways they toyed with slaves were so varied and horrifying that anyone who saw them would be scared out of their wits.
Little Zhuge, meanwhile, had laid a trap on every side. He knew Diana would come.
Zoro faced a red-haired young man. He was handsome and upright, with keen eyes and strong brows, but there was something sinister about him. He was a Summon-Summon Fruit user nicknamed Demon Hand Jeka.
"Ravenous wolves, come forth!"
Jeka snapped his fingers casually. Two snarling wolves sprang up on either side of Zoro.
Whoosh, whoosh... The wolves charged at full speed. Zoro stood firm, unruffled, and slashed outward with both swords in a lightning-fast strike.
But the moment he drove them back, something grabbed his feet. With a thud, Zoro sprawled awkwardly on the ground.