Before long, they reached the shore.
By then, Chris had come out of the Training Room.
When he heard that Baccarat had sensed good luck, his interest was piqued.
This was the New World, after all, a place full of hidden talent.
And anything discovered here was unlikely to be ordinary.
Whatever awaited them, he ought to be there.
Chris led Nami and the others toward the deck.
Meanwhile, on the island opposite them...
In a luxurious room, the bounty hunter Shield lay on a sofa.
A low-ranking underling suddenly pushed the door open and rushed in.
"Report! A pirate ship has anchored near the shore."
"They look like they're planning to land!"
Shield turned his head slightly and smiled with disdain. "Oh? Someone's delivered themselves right to our door."
"We haven't had any business in a while. Perfect chance to get moving!"
"Did you see which Pirate Crew it was?"
As he spoke, Shield sat up, picked up his glass, and took a sip.
The underling shook his head awkwardly. "I couldn't make it out. We still don't know which Pirate Crew it is."
"But their ship is huge. They should be a lucrative catch."
Shield chuckled, then gave a cold snort. "No reason to turn down prey that comes to us."
"Everyone, come with me. We're taking down this Pirate Crew!"
As it happened, Shield's most capable subordinates had all gathered in the room.
Ferrier drained his red wine in one gulp and snarled, "They dare barge into our territory? They must have a death wish!"
"Just watch me teach those bastards a lesson."
Beside him, Rabysier sneered, his eyes full of contempt. "I'd like to see which fools are blind enough to do that."
"Don't they know this is the Shield Guild?"
Vernon snatched up the spear