"Land!" Ryan said flatly as he looked down at the surging crowd.
There was no helping it. They were simply too famous in the New World now.
The Soaring Dragon slowly descended, bringing many pirates back to their senses. One after another, they left the harbor and returned to their ships.
The moment anything seemed off, they were prepared to run. Some people stared excitedly at the Soaring Dragon, Crocodile, and the others. Clearly, everyone thought Ryan had come looking for trouble.
"It's about to start!"
"You're not leaving?"
"I'll leave later. What about you?"
"Me too!"
The two exchanged glances and burst out laughing. They were kindred spirits—they wanted to get a close look at this rare battle.
"A bunch of idiots! Don't they know what the Bloody Swordsman has accomplished? Wherever that man goes, people die!"
A pirate who thought he had seen through everything brought his crew along, pulled up the anchor, and began to flee. The sails were already raised!
"I'm seriously the only one with a clear head here!" Seeing that those people still refused to leave and intended to watch the show, the man cursed under his breath.
By then, the Soaring Dragon had already landed.
Ryan led the way, followed by Fujitora, Beli, and the others as they disembarked one after another.
"This pressure!" A random pirate on the street stared at Ryan and the others in terror.
"Idol!" The young man from earlier immediately ran toward Ryan the moment he saw him and the others.
"Is that guy trying to get himself killed?" Seeing what the young man was doing, everyone sneered. In their eyes, this was obviously the behavior of an idiot. Did he think that being the other side's brainless fan meant they wouldn't kill him? He was dreaming! The