Gambling King Busen decided to leave. Bray said goodbye to his father, then walked up to Ye Chen. "How are you all? Was anyone killed or injured?"
Bray's concern was genuine. Ye Chen smiled. "Don't worry. My friends are tough as nails. These injuries are nothing serious."
Bray looked them over. Zoro was hurt worst of all: the flesh in the middle of his chest was torn open, his intestines were exposed, and several ribs were broken. Stone was next, his face sallow and his body so gaunt he looked almost like a dried corpse.
Bray winced. How could that be nothing serious? Their injuries were terrible. When Zoro reached down and stuffed his intestines back inside, Bray's eyes nearly popped out. He had never seen anything like it. Wasn't that a little reckless?
Yet Zoro stood there calmly despite his terrible wounds. Bray could not help but respect him. Ye Chen's companions really were made of iron.
"I'm leaving. I hope we meet again someday. Someone like you... I'd much rather have you as a friend than an enemy."
Bray's gaze was earnest, his expression sincere. Ye Chen smiled and shook his hand.
It was only a handshake, but it sent a jolt through Aokiji and the others.
After all, Night Demon worked for the Gambling King, and Bray was Busen's eldest son. One day, he would undoubtedly inherit his father's enterprise.
If the Gambling King and Ye Chen ever joined forces, they would become a power no one could ignore.
Night Demon came over too, visibly disappointed. Ye Chen smiled. "Night Demon, I didn't interfere in your duel with Kizaru this time. But someday, Kizaru will die by my hand!"
At those words, Robin's eyes lit up with emotion. She knew Ye Chen had never forgotten what had