Meanwhile, at the island's underground port.
Arms dealers, human traffickers, organ smugglers, and illegal drug distributors, all disguised, moved through the passageways and murmured about shady transactions.
Their businesses could never be brought into the open, so naturally they would not use legitimate port routes. The underground black-market port was the gray zone they depended on to survive.
Such scenes were common on any heavily trafficked island in the New World. Those who operated in the gray zone never exposed themselves to the light of day.
Prince Grus pulled his Marine cap lower and hurried through the crowded stream of people. As he swept his gaze over the vile criminals around him, undisguised disgust flashed in his eyes.
He even considered arresting all these scum and sending them to Impel Down before leaving.
But after some thought, he gave up on the idea. His top priority was to report the intelligence he had gathered on the Dawn Pirates to Marine Headquarters as soon as possible. Everything else could wait.
He quickly entered the shadows cast by stacked wooden containers. After confirming that no one was nearby, he took out an encrypted Marine Den Den Mushi and reported every detail of the intelligence he had gathered to headquarters.
The moment he hung up the Den Den Mushi and stepped out of the shadows, an Air Door suddenly appeared out of thin air before him.
Vivi, Ulti, and Robin slowly emerged from the Air Door. Their three pairs of eyes locked onto him at once, filled with icy killing intent.
"Marine Headquarters Commodore Prince Grus."
Ulti stepped forward, her pretty face covered in frost. It was obvious that she was furious beyond measure.
"After launching a sneak attack on us, you think you can just walk away?"
Through the Dawn Pirates' intelligence