Love Life, Stay Away from Iron Body

Indigo stood quietly where he was. He was a doctor, not a fighter, and would only step in if the Ahua Trio found themselves in danger.

Meanwhile, behind the boulder, Corus slowly climbed out of an impact crater amid the rubble.

"Cough! Cough, cough!"

He clutched his chest and coughed again.

A shallow but long cut across his chest was bleeding steadily.

"Sir, are you all right?"

At the edge of the crater, Sada and the other two stared at Corus's wound, their expressions grave.

"I'm fine."

Corus waved them off. Then he looked down at the blood on his hand, and a vicious glint flashed in his eyes.

He really had underestimated Silver Hair. If he hadn't covered himself with Armament Haki at the last moment, Silver Hair might have killed him in a single strike.

That flash of steel had come so fast he hadn't even had time to use his Devil Fruit power.

"What's happening?"

"The Silver Hair Crew let Bada through. He's gone deeper in."

"No matter."

Corus straightened his shirt and smoothed his hair, then walked forward.

"Do they really think no one's guarding the rear?"

This was the World Government's most important source of iron ore!

He had been the chief architect of the operation against Bass three years ago. Of course he knew more about this

island than most people did.

Three years earlier, a massive collapse had struck the tunnels beneath Ore Island, killing a great many slaves.

The slaves' deaths meant nothing to them, but losing so many workers had delayed ore extraction—and, in turn, production at the World Government's arms factories.

That was why the tragedy in Bass had happened.

Otherwise, they would never have destroyed an entire nation over a single Devil Fruit, especially one that belonged to the