La-Deng reached the shore and was about to board a boat when he suddenly frowned. His already ugly, donkey-like face twisted into something even more hideous. "No. If I leave like this, how am I supposed to explain it to the organization?"
The more La-Deng thought about it, the worse his headache grew. At the thought of East Owl's ruthless methods, his hand drifted to his waist.
He turned his hand over, and two cold, gleaming daggers appeared in it. Gritting his teeth, La-Deng muttered, "First, I have to find out whether Banjes and the others are dead."
His mind made up, La-Deng hurried back to the cave.
Nacia had just finished crying. Both Banjes and Jill had cared deeply for her, yet both were dead. Banjes had killed Jill in a fit of rage, and Ye Chen had killed Banjes. Before he died, though, Banjes had used what little life he had left to remove the Gu Worm from Nacia's body.
Rustle, rustle...
Soft footsteps sounded behind her. Startled, Nacia whipped her head around. She knew the newcomer, but he did not know her.
"You? Crocodile?"
It was Crocodile. As a Logia user, he had come ahead to save time, but he was still too late.
What he found was nothing like he had expected. Since arriving at Whiskey Peak, he had seen the bodies of three assassins, while not a single member of Ye Chen's crew had died. They had all left unharmed.
"You know me?" Crocodile asked, faintly surprised.
"Hmph. You're a Shichibukai, and I'm an assassin from Dragon Mansion. How could I not know you? Anyone with the slightest grasp of intelligence could recognize you. Don't underestimate Dragon Mansion's sources."
Nacia realized she still had not finished dressing. She had been too caught up in her