Just then, they noticed the passersby on both sides of the street beginning to kneel, trembling as they lowered their heads, not daring to move.
They assumed it was a local custom and continued walking without concern. Soon, however, they realized it was not as simple as a mere custom...
Just as they were about to disregard it all and continue enjoying their food, a commotion reached their ears.
"Hey, go catch that little bull-headed octopus for me, and arrest those lowlifes who won't even kneel before a 'god.' Send them to my slave arena!" A grating voice rang out, full of arrogance and contempt.
Suddenly, a voice so repulsive that merely hearing it was enough to disgust them came from behind, making Shisui and the others frown.
They looked toward the voice and saw a gleaming, luxurious golden carriage slowly approaching, laboriously pulled by ten slaves crawling on their knees.
Not only was the carriage lavish in appearance, but its body also radiated a dazzling golden light that left people marveling.
A group of bodyguards in black suits stood guard closely around the carriage, forming an impenetrable defensive line.
Looking more closely, they saw a man dressed in white step down from the carriage.
His hair was styled into a peculiar penis-shaped hairdo, and he wore a large bubble over his head. A long strand of snot hung from his nose, giving him the look of a real genius.
This man was the Celestial Dragon, Saint Charlos, and he was ordering the people in black suits around him to arrest them.
"Hey, what did you just say? I didn't quite catch that!" Raimei stepped forward with a teasing smile, picking his ear with his little finger as he spoke.
"Seize them! Saint Charlos wants them alive!"
Yet no one