The next morning, White Ghost slept in for once.
Usually, no matter how drunk he got, he would still wake up on time the next day.
Today, he felt lazy.
Sensing movement in his arms, White Ghost tightened his hold.
"Sleep a little longer. Let's sleep in today."
The person in his arms did not speak. She wrapped both arms around his waist, leaned against his chest, and fell asleep with him again.
White Ghost's hand moved instinctively.
Before long, he frowned.
The feeling was wrong.
White Ghost suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the person in his arms.
Kuina's cheeks were flushed, her head resting against his chest.
White Ghost blinked.
He remembered entering Stella's room last night. How had it become this girl's room?
Kuina raised her head, her little face red as she looked at him.
Kuina was already nineteen.
After eating a Mythical Zoan, her skin was better than most people's, and her face had become even more striking.
He had to admit, the current Kuina lacked nothing. She was not inferior to any of the others.
The two stared at each other like that, slowly moving closer until their breaths mixed together.
After a long round of intimacy, Kuina lay breathlessly on White Ghost's chest.
White Ghost smoked with a satisfied expression, entering sage mode.
He had to admit, Kuina's aura was very attractive to him.
She had already carried a cold and distant air before. After eating the Angel ability, that aura had become even more deadly.
What White Ghost had never expected was that Kuina was truly open once she accepted it, cooperating with him in everything.
Kuina's face was still flushed as she rested against his chest.
In truth, she had long since decided that this man was hers.
From the moment he helped her untie the knot in her heart, he had been deeply branded into her.
Later, this bad man had not mistreated her either. When he left, he had left behind his training methods, which helped her greatly.
After she boarded his ship, he still did not mistreat her. A Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit, a famous sword—he gave them to her without hesitation.
Kuina had a feeling.
Back when this man went to Shimotsuki Village, aside from repairing his broken sword, part of the reason had been her.
Although this bad man had a few too many women, she knew he would not neglect her. She only had to look at how well he treated his women to know that.
White Ghost tossed away the cigarette butt and pulled Kuina over, letting her lie on top of him.
"Ah!"
Caught off guard, Kuina ended up face-to-face with White Ghost, their noses almost touching.
There was fire in White Ghost's eyes.
"Can you still continue?"
Kuina said nothing. She wrapped both arms around his neck and gave him a deep kiss, answering him with action.
White Ghost was not polite either. He pulled the girl's slim waist into his arms.
By the time the two finished washing up and came out, it was already noon.
As White Ghost walked, his mind kept sighing.
As expected of a Mythical Zoan.
That physique was no joke.
If it had been the other four women, they definitely would not have endured White Ghost's combat power. But Kuina was different.
When the two arrived outside, everyone was already packing up and preparing to depart.
Elena and Ain looked at him like they were looking at a scumbag.
Stella and Naqin only smiled without saying anything.
Uta and Shiroheko's gazes were strange. Their lips were puffed out so far a soy sauce bottle could have hung from them.
Kuina's cheeks were slightly red, but she did not act shy. She openly greeted the four women.
"Hello, sisters."
This "sisters" was very different from how she used to say it.
The four women smiled as well. They were not angry.
Looking at Kuina, Uta, and Shiroheko's faces, they had known this day would come sooner or later.
Besides, it was not as if they did not know what kind of man theirs was.
"Come, come, let's go eat. You haven't eaten yet, right, little sister? The cafeteria saved something nourishing for you."
Elena pulled her away.
Ain, Stella, and Naqin glanced at their man, then left as well.
"Okay."
Kuina nodded and followed them.
Only Uta and Shiroheko remained, their eyes growing stranger and stranger as they looked at White Ghost.
White Ghost walked over and wrapped one arm around each of them.
"There's plenty of time. Why are you two making that face?"
"Hmph!"
Uta puffed her cheeks, clearly unhappy.
"We were obviously here first," Shiroheko said.
White Ghost kissed each of their faces.
"There'll be plenty of time to deal with you two later. Don't cry tired when the time comes."
The two girls' cheeks reddened. Seeing White Ghost's wicked expression, they hurriedly ran off.
The Dragon Emperor set sail again, with the island ship Guroseadi following behind.
Crocus looked at Twin Cape growing farther away and muttered to himself,
"I won't be able to come back after this. I should look a little longer."
Issho smiled beside him.
"I believe Mr. White would still allow you to return, provided that thing is not involved."
Crocus shook his head.
"That won't happen. Just like he said, being alone can be lonely sometimes."
"This one understands that deeply," Issho said, thinking of his days wandering alone.
Crocus pulled back his thoughts.
"Alright, time to work. That brat's things aren't so easy to take. These old bones of mine…"
After eating, White Ghost lay on the dragon head basking in the sun.
Beside him, a Den Den Mushi carried Morgans' voice.
"Yahahaha! Lord Dragon Emperor, one of the people you're looking for happens to be at your next stop, Whisky Peak.
"As for the other one, he is still in Mock Town. If there is any news on him, I will notify you immediately."
White Ghost lit a cigar.
"As expected of the world's number one intelligence expert. Your reputation really isn't empty."
"Yahahahaha! To receive praise from Lord Dragon Emperor is truly my honor. However…"
Morgans' tone shifted.
"Lord Dragon Emperor, could you tell me the information fee you promised this time? I've been looking forward to it for a long time."
White Ghost exhaled a smoke ring and spoke into the Den Den Mushi.
"To be honest, this piece of information is worth several hundred times more than what you helped me find. I feel like I'm the one losing out."
"Really? It's that valuable?"
Morgans' face filled with excitement.
He knew White Ghost would not go back on his word. This man had credibility.
White Ghost's certain voice came through.
"It's true. I always keep my word. I've never lied to anyone."
"Then what else do you need me to do before you're willing to tell me this piece of news that will drive me mad?"
"You don't need to do anything else. We've cooperated many times, and there will be more chances in the future. This time, I'll just take a small loss."
Hearing this, the corner of Morgans' mouth lifted.
Free information?
That would not be easy to take.
But what he said aloud was, "Then I must thank you for your generosity, my lord."
White Ghost's lips curved.
"Shanks, captain of the Red Hair Pirates, was carried out of God Valley by Pirate King Roger.
"His true surname is Figarland.
"His biological father is Saint Figarland Garling, commander of the God's Knights hidden by the Celestial Dragons."
White Ghost took a sip of red wine.
"This information is all true. The only question is whether you dare report it."
Click.
White Ghost hung up the Den Den Mushi.
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