Everyone turned toward the voice.
They saw a man in a spotted hat leaning against the sideboard, cradling a long sword.
Lott's eyes lit up. What he had searched high and low for had fallen right into his lap. He had thought finding one person in the vast West Blue would take a long time.
Who would have thought he would simply appear before him like this?
He looked him up and down and couldn't help nodding. This was the Law he had seen in his previous life.
Ling'er and the others pointed at Law in surprise. "Lott, isn't that the person you were looking for..."
Lott nodded at their words.
Babuyer, however, looked at Law with contempt. "Oh? If it isn't the Surgeon of Death who's been making a name for himself lately-Trafalgar Law. What? Are you planning to die by my gun too?"
Law shook his head. "If you recognize me, don't you recognize the man in front of you?"
Only after hearing Law's words did Babuyer take a proper look at Lott. He finally realized that the man before him looked somewhat familiar.
But he shook his head. "I don't care who he is. These three women are coming with me today. Nobody can change that, no matter who shows up. You have my word!"
As he spoke, he pressed his pistol against Lott's temple again.
At that moment, one of his underlings appeared before him with a newspaper, his voice trembling. "C-Captain... H-he's L-Lott!"
The underling held the newspaper in both hands, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
Babuyer snatched the newspaper from him, not forgetting to curse. "What's wrong with you? A name scared you this badly? You're a disgrace to the Big Beard Pirates."
"Lott or whatever, what's there to be afraid of?"
With that,