Three days later, a piece of news spread through the Underworld via certain channels, soon alarming the vast majority of the major powers.
The Roger Pirates had information about an ancient weapon.
One of the legendary ancient weapons!
A storm was brewing. The news stirred countless hearts, and the uproar only threatened to grow.
No one seemed to question whether the news was true, because it concerned the Roger Pirates.
As the most powerful pirate crew unaffiliated with any larger force, they constantly roamed the seas. Who knew how many places they had visited? It was hardly strange for them to obtain information about an ancient weapon.
Besides, there was no smoke without fire, was there?
Before anyone realized it, everyone seemed to have accepted it as fact.
"We're in trouble!"
Gaban let out a long sigh.
The Roger Pirates fell silent when they heard that the news was spreading.
They had never expected such intelligence to suddenly circulate across the seas, turning them into a target for everyone.
What should we do? Clear things up?
What good would that do? Would anyone believe us?
They knew perfectly well that the news was true. They really did know the whereabouts of an ancient weapon.
How were they supposed to explain that?
"It looks like the World Government and the Marines are pulling strings behind the scenes."
Rayleigh pushed up his glasses with one finger and looked seriously at Roger.
"What should we do, Roger?"
"No, we don't need to pay it any mind."
Roger shook his head slightly. A scarlet glint flashed in his eyes, and he drew Ace from his waist in an instant.
He unleashed a terrifying, hundred-meter-long slash that crossed several kilometers and completely engulfed a ship monitoring their movements.
"Why should we explain ourselves?"
Roger laughed