The harbor looked unusually peaceful.
Not a single person came to stop them.
Yet that excessive calm only made their scalps prickle.
From the tavern to the lighthouse, almost every building was packed with people.
Their muskets were already loaded.
Their cold gazes were reserved for formidable enemies.
Given everything Shane had done, he should have had a higher bounty.
If not for his unusual identity and the fact that he had killed too many Celestial Dragons at God Valley for the Five Elders to make public, there would have been no need for all this trouble.
At this point, Morgans was merely a newcomer at a newspaper, nowhere near possessing the absolute influence of the king of news.
Otherwise, more people might have remembered the God Valley Incident, and its story might even have been passed down.
Had this been thirty-eight years later.
If word got out that Shane had attacked or even killed Celestial Dragons, his bounty would probably have shot straight past a billion Beli.
Instead, he now faced repeated attempts at encirclement and extermination by CP9 and CP0, dispatched by the Five Elders.
To them, Shane was pathetically weak, barely worth mentioning.
Any Admiral, or any of the Five Elders, could have wiped out the Shane Pirates in a head-on battle.
But arrogance was always the way of the strong.
There was always a demon king who believed those young people calling themselves heroes could never rival him.
Yet he forgot how he had climbed from nothing to become the strongest before becoming a demon king.
Shane was scorned by those above him in strength, yet they still had to kill him.
That was why the strongest members of the two intelligence agencies had joined forces here, bringing large numbers of Marines from Enies Lobby.
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