The three Celestial Dragons argued, none able to convince the others.
They promptly decided to have their respective "mounts" fight. Whoever won would prove that their owner's taste was superior.
The three "mounts" were forced to wrestle on the ground like beasts. Though all had once been captains with bounties in the tens of millions, their fighting was now an ugly sight.
After all, they were classified as mounts, not combat slaves, and were still shackled. Inhuman abuse had long since stripped them of their spirit, leaving them with little strength to fight.
The one who had spent the least time "on the job" won.
"Useless trash!"
The two losing Celestial Dragons flew into a rage. Almost without thinking, they drew the ornate pistols at their waists.
Bang! Bang!
Two shots rang out. One mount slave took a bullet to the head and died instantly. The other only had his leg shot through and began to howl.
"Pah! What good is a high bounty? The Navy's full of useless idiots who pull bounty figures out of thin air!"
The Celestial Dragon who had lost the "mount" with the highest bounty of the three spat in lingering indignation.
Just then, they noticed Vegapunk's group passing by.
Shining's party numbered over a dozen, counting the Cipher Pol Aigis Zero agents guiding them. With two particularly large figures among them, they were quite conspicuous.
The broad road offered no obstructions to their view, so the three Celestial Dragons naturally spotted them.
Their eyes settled mainly on Atlas and York. At seven meters and five meters tall respectively, the two stood out.
Perhaps their intelligence was to blame. Their attention clung to these two "great beauties," keeping them from noticing anyone else.
The three Celestial Dragons' eyes immediately lit up, their murky gazes brimming