"What's going on?"
Kizaru had suddenly vanished. The Marines guarding the door looked at one another, utterly baffled.
Ye Chen had no time for them. After one brutal fight after another, he and the others were exhausted. He needed rest.
Ye Chen left the clash between the Revolutionary Army and the Holy Land alone. All he wanted was sleep. Saint Jalmack was dead, so his house was probably no longer safe. After some thought, Ye Chen led everyone to Saint Bradley's house—the Celestial Dragon's home where they had stayed before.
When they arrived, Ye Chen said to White Crane, "I'm leaving this place to you. If anything happens, handle it as you see fit."
Without even stopping to eat, Ye Chen collapsed onto a sofa and fell fast asleep. He was hardly the only one; Luo and the others were worn out too.
As everyone dropped to the floor one after another, Nami called out warily, "Hey, you're being way too careless! This woman is an Admiral from Army Headquarters. You trust her that much? We're in enemy territory, and you're letting an enemy stand guard over us? It's crazy. I won't agree to it!"
No one answered her. Before long, they were all sprawled across the floor, asleep.
Nami stamped her foot in frustration. She fought to keep her eyes open and watched White Crane for a while. Her eyelids felt unbearably heavy, but she gritted her teeth and held on. White Crane paid her no attention. Her own feelings were in turmoil.
The way things had unfolded had caught White Crane completely off guard. She had no idea how it had come to this. Somehow, she had ended up on Ye Chen's side, and even she found it hard to believe.
Leaning against the doorway, White Crane felt