After Nami left, Ye Chen frowned. He glanced at Luo and said gravely, "I heard some bad news at Dragon Mansion. During the Reverie, they're going to move against Hawk-Eye and the other Shichibukai."
Luo was startled. "Is that true?"
Ye Chen nodded solemnly. "Absolutely. That's what all the Royal Family Representatives gathered at Dragon Mansion to discuss. I broke up their meeting, but that doesn't mean I stopped their plans. I think they've already made their preparations."
Bang, bang, bang! Someone knocked on the door. Ye Chen shot a look at the captive Celestial Dragons and warned them in a low voice, "Relax. Don't give anything away, or I'll kill every last one of you tonight!"
The mansion's owner, Saint Bradley, trembled so badly he nearly wet himself. Ye Chen glared at him. "You'll give us away if you keep that up. It makes no difference to me, so decide what you want to do."
Saint Bradley desperately wanted to calm down, but the more nervous he grew, the more frightened he became. His legs refused to obey him and shook uncontrollably.
"Hey! Open up! We need to inspect the house!" a marine called from outside. The voice was urgent, but the marines did not dare barge in. This was a Celestial Dragon's home. Even a routine inspection had to respect his exalted status.
Kuro came over carrying a bottle of strong liquor. He held it out to Saint Bradley and said in a tone that brooked no argument, "Drink this. Now."
Saint Bradley did not dare refuse. He took the bottle with shaking hands, but after a few swallows, he choked and began to cough. Kuro impatiently grabbed his head and poured the rest down his throat. The liquor hit him almost at once. Reeking of alcohol, Saint