Banji raised his eyes coldly, looked at the man gripping his arm, and spoke his name in a low voice.
He was a powerfully built man. The cross-shaped scar on his chin, paired with the downward curve of his mouth, seemed to say, "I'm angry."
"If you want to cause trouble, go do it in the New World."
Drake looked down at Banji and spoke in a low voice.
Just then, another voice rang out.
"Yeah, Banji. If you want trouble, find it somewhere else. Stir things up here, and you might just get surrounded and taken down."
A man with goggles on his forehead, red hair standing boldly on end, and a wicked grin on his face walked over, planted a foot on a stool beside Banji, and spoke.
Hearing him, Banji slowly turned toward the entrance and looked at the man who had walked in, his expression growing colder.
"What do you mean by that, Kid?"
Kid grinned at his words and replied arrogantly.
"What do I mean? I'm just here to join the fun. What else could I mean?"
"Eustass Kid, even you come to banquets like this?"
Just as Kid reached Banji, another voice came from the entrance. Its owner was a man with a very strange build. Each arm seemed to have two elbow joints, and his long arms looked as though they could reach all the way to his feet. His eyes, hidden behind glasses, stared coldly at Kid, who was about to lash out.
"Yo, yo, yo. I wondered who was making all that racket. So it's you, Apoo. Heh heh."
Kid looked over, refusing to be outdone, and a trace of murderous intent flashed through his narrow eyes.
"Boss! You can't!"
Seeing Kid's hand reach for the dagger tucked against his chest,