Bass Riya

After all, Pirates is Pirates. He's seen plenty of them. Pirates who once had dreams can suddenly turn into extremely vicious Pirates.

In the Grand Line, the best way to survive is to stay far away, avoid contact, ask questions, remain silent, and keep quiet.

At this time, he began working in journalism, and his years of secret filming techniques came to an end.

Until Kuta turned around and his gaze disappeared.

He then touched his still-pounding heart and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is this the man who made 500 million?"

"The mental pressure is just too much!"

He's not someone who hasn't seen it before.

Despite being Sea, he was still a reporter; he had seen the Supernovas and even secretly photographed a few of them.

Among these Supernovas, none of them Kuta a strong sense of pressure on him.

Once his heartbeat had calmed down, he excitedly raised the small Den Den Mushi on his right wrist and dialed.

World Economy News Paper, Headquarters.

Clang!

The President's Office was suddenly pushed open hastily from the outside.

The sudden sound made the president, Big News Morgans, tremble as he held the cup of black tea in his right hand, almost dropping it to the ground.

He steadied his hand, took a sip, and then looked at his subordinate holding the Den Den Mushi, asking, "What's the rush?"

He didn't blame his subordinates, because if it weren't for some Big News Morgans, they wouldn't have rushed to him so urgently.

"President, it's Firebird on the phone. He says he has news about Silver Hair - Kuta."

"Oh..."

Big News Morgans quickly put down his teacup, took the Den Den Mushi handed to him by his subordinate, placed it on the table, picked up the receiver, and spoke.

"Moshi Moshi! This is Big News Morgans, respond!"

When Big News Morgans picked up the Den Den Mushi, the Den Den Mushi suddenly transformed into the image of Firebird Vance and began to speak.

"President, I'm currently on Bass Island."

Bass Island?

Big News Morgans was startled when he heard the Firebird's voice, then a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"The former Bass Kingdom, located on the Bass Island?"

"Yes! It's the Bass Kingdom."

"That's going to be interesting."

Big News Morgans' eyes lit up, and he began to speak.

"Since they're in Bass, Kuta and his gang are bound to make headlines. You must film them immediately and send them over."

"Learn."

"Don't worry! Once this news story is over, I'll definitely give you a promotion and a raise."

Big News Morgans offered a word of encouragement and then hung up the phone.

"The Bass Kingdom!"

His idea was the same as Firebird's: the World Government forbade extensive reporting, but he thought it would be okay for him to report on Kuta!

Moreover, judging from the actions of Kuta and his group, they seem to have a strong sense of Justice and would certainly not abandon the remaining people of the Bass Kingdom.

That will inevitably lead to conflict with the World Government.

Thinking of this, he stood up excitedly and paced back and forth behind his desk.

"Big News Morgans, another Big News Morgans!"

"Gagaga!!"

"Gaga gaga gaga..."

Chapter 11 Bass Lia

Bass Island, the Winter Island.

A faint rumbling sound suddenly came from a vast, white plain.

Bada fumbled around under the stone in front of him for a while, then suddenly seemed to press some kind of mechanism.

The stone slowly slid to the right, revealing a dark, downward-sloping passage.

Bada turned and glanced at Kuta before walking inside first.

His underlings, carrying large and small bags, quickly followed behind.

That's amazing, it's hidden inside the mountain. No wonder his Observation Haki couldn't detect it.

Kuta looked at the not-so-large entrance to the passage, a smirk playing on his lips, his face full of curiosity.

Judging from its appearance, it certainly wasn't built after the destruction of the Bass kingdom, so it must have been built in the past.

Perhaps this is the cellar used by the winery of the former Bass Kingdom to store wine.

Thinking of this, he quickly followed them inside.

There might still be a lot of Bass Wine left.

After Kuta and the others had all entered the passage, Bada, who was left in front of the door, reached out and pressed his hand on the right wall.

Suddenly, the stones at the entrance to the passage slid back to their original positions, completely blocking the passage and plunging it into darkness, as dark as an abyss.

Everyone stood still, calm and waiting for Bada.

Bada didn't keep them waiting long.

Then, Bada pressed a stone next to the switch, and the entire passage suddenly became as bright as day in a flash.

Looking up, I saw that there were lights installed at regular intervals on the walls of the passageway.

The lights came on, allowing them to see the passageway clearly.

The entire passage is spiral-shaped, winding downwards like Castle staircase.

"Boss, let's go this way!"

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but it seems like the group of Bada and his gang walked much more lightly and hurriedly after entering the passage.

It was as if someone was waiting for them ahead.

After walking down the spiral staircase for a while, they stopped in front of a huge wooden door.

Bada went up, grabbed the doorknob, and knocked lightly.

Thump--!

The sound wasn't loud, but in this cramped underground space, it was deafening.

Creak--!

The wooden door suddenly opened from the inside.

"Wow!"

"Uncle Bada, you're back!"

A few thin, small children rushed out first. They shouted inside, then rushed to Bada's side, trying to take the package from their hands.

The little ones took the package from one of their younger brothers, and swallowed hard as they smelled the aroma of food wafting from inside.

However, the little ones didn't open it. Instead, they lifted it up forcefully and walked into the wooden door, shouting as they went.

"Everyone, come out and help!"

Uncle Bada and his group brought back a lot of things this time!

Hearing the shouts, more children rushed out of the door.

These children all had one thing in common: they were all very thin and small.

It looks like malnutrition caused by prolonged starvation.

The little ones were quiet and polite, first greeting Bada, then taking the packages from Bada's younger brothers, their faces beaming with excitement, as if it were New Year's Day. The group carried the packages through the wooden door together.

The underlings had lost their fierceness from the outside world, and were now filled with gentleness, all looking at the little ones with smiles on their faces.

Some of the younger boys, seeing the admiring looks on the little ones' faces, proudly puffed out their chests.

Kuta and the others watched all of this quietly without making a sound.

The smiles on Ahua Trio's faces had long since vanished.

This scene is definitely not something to laugh at!

Kuta looked at Bada, a red light flashing in his eyes.

A quick scan of the entire passageway revealed it to be filled with children and the elderly.

"Bada, are you all that's left in the Bass Kingdom?"

"Um!"

"Boss, please have some noodles!"

"Although the Bass Kingdom is gone, we still have some Bass Wine left, which I think is enough for us to entertain you."

He chuckled softly, "Haha! Boss, please don't mind if we haven't treated you well!"

"How could that be!"

Kuta stared into Bada's eyes, then a smile appeared on his face.

Even in the endless, desolate Winter Island, hope for life can still be nurtured.

He felt the spirit of Bada and the smiles on the children's faces.

He sensed that they didn't hate the world; no matter how bad the world was, they still faced it with a smile.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

"Let's go! Bada, let me see the Bass Wine that I've been longing to visit!"

"Boss, this way please."

Suddenly, Bada reverted to his Nobles demeanor, straightened his back, and walked through the gate first.

Upon entering the gate, one is greeted by a remarkably spacious interior.

The ground in the middle was covered with packages, surrounded by hundreds of children, while countless elderly people sat against the walls on all sides.

The old men all stared at Bada with smiles on their faces, as if they were looking at their king.

If it weren't for Bada, they don't know if they would have survived these past few years.

"Bada, you're finally back!"

Just then, a stunningly beautiful Red-Hair girl of about sixteen or seventeen, dressed in Maid's outfit, strode over and began to berate Bada.

"I told you not to push yourself so hard, we almost got wiped out this time."

Clearly, this woman knew what was happening at the docks.

As she spoke, she turned to look at

The underlings who followed Bada in breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that everyone was unharmed.

But then, when she saw Kuta and the others, she suddenly froze on the spot.

Then his face turned pale and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Noticing the Maid's condition, a hint of heartache flashed in Bada's eyes. He then reached out and ruffled the Maid's hair, softly saying, "Don't be afraid, Lia, they're not bad people."

"These foods were, in a sense, given to us by them."