Early in the morning, Yamato started clamoring for Water Water Meat, dragging everyone out with her.
Of course, it wasn't just Yamato—everyone else, even Carmen, couldn't stop praising it, speaking highly of Water Seven's local specialties.
As they walked, they discussed their plans and decided to properly indulge on the food street today.
Carmen, meanwhile, planned to buy some of the sea salt produced here. She still remembered how Leno had once tricked her using this region's unique sea salt.
The flavor had been unforgettable, and this time she intended to take the chance to learn more about how this salt was produced.
Once everyone had left, Leno stored the Gale and headed straight for the Franky Family, planning to finish the modifications as early as possible.
After explaining his ideas to Franky, the guy was immediately fired up and called his men over to start drafting designs.
During the process, Leno took some time to visit Iceburg. In his office, he even met the bespectacled, pretty secretary—Kalifa!
He subconsciously sized her up and realized that her figure was surprisingly similar to her sister's.
Of course, it might have been because she was wearing clothes, making the differences less obvious.
But while Leno was still zoning out, Kalifa suddenly delivered her classic line about "sexual harassment."
Even Iceburg, the old man himself, looked at him with a 'just as I thought' expression.
After all, Leno's reputation as a lecher was as famous as his strength.
The moment they met, his eyes were practically glued to the secretary—"lustful starving ghost" indeed lived up to its name!
Not long after some brief pleasantries, unable to bear the strange looks from the two of them, Leno made an excuse and hurriedly left.
Only after leaving City Hall did he finally let out a long breath, his mood sinking a little.
Seriously, it was just a couple of extra glances. Was that really necessary?
A mayor, an agent, and yet both so petty. It's not like looking takes a chunk of flesh off.
After grumbling to himself, a bored Leno rented a Bull and began wandering aimlessly.
Nightfall. Franky Family headquarters.
Brightly lit and bustling with noise, everyone was drinking and laughing, the atmosphere incredibly lively.
Around the open-air tables, some people sang and danced, while others performed acrobatics.
The Franky Family members who knew Leno's group's identities treated them with outright flattery.
Calling Yamato "Boss Lady" at every turn sent her into high spirits.
She even patted her broad chest and boldly declared that from now on, she would protect everyone.
Iceburg, having received the news, also joined the banquet at some point, and before long, Franky dragged him into a discussion about the ship's modification plans.
The constant laughter at the feast made the quiet night around them all the more boisterous.
At the same time, on the other side.
Inside a silent, office-like room, several figures sat or stood around a Den Den Mushi on the table.
At that moment, the Den Den Mushi wore a terrified expression, an impatient scolding coming from its mouth:
"Are you kidding me? That's the Thunder God! I can't even dodge him fast enough, and you actually want to provoke him yourselves?"
"We suspect that Blueno's disappearance is related to him, and Nico Robin—"
If it weren't because this idiot was his superior, and they still needed his connections for now, Lucci wouldn't even bother with trash like this.
For this kind of person, Lucci normally wouldn't even spare a glance.
"Enough!"
The furious voice from the Den Den Mushi cut off Lucci. After a brief pause, the other side seemed to take a breath.
The next second, the Den Den Mushi even mimicked spit flying everywhere.
"That idiot Blueno disappeared, so why don't you keep searching? And you're still suspecting that monster—who do you think you are, huh?!"
"He doesn't come looking for trouble with us and we should be burning incense in gratitude. What more do you want?"
After venting his anger, the Den Den Mushi on the table fell into silence.
The figures in the secret room had dark expressions, all staring at Lucci without a word.
Crushing the receiver in his hand, Lucci's face turned grim, his teeth clenched.
"That coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong—he's dragged the World Government's face through the mud!"
He had thought that with the World Government at his back, that rat Spandam would at least have some backbone.
But the moment he mentioned Leno, the bastard immediately wilted.
"Must be nice, inheriting his father's position. Even trash like that gets to lord it over us."
Kaku crossed his arms, his face unpleasant, filled with contempt for Spandam.
Garbage like that—if not for having a good father, he wouldn't even be qualified to meet them.
Leaning against the wall, Kalifa adjusted her hair and spoke with a grave tone:
"What do we do now? I've already investigated it—Adventurer Leno arrived yesterday, and he even went to Blueno's bar!"
"Cababa, that makes him the prime suspect!"
The silent owl unzipped his mouth, clasped his hands together, and spoke solemnly.
If you said this had nothing to do with him, even dogs wouldn't believe it.
Jabra: "If you're talking about dogs, then talk about dogs. Why are you looking at me? I'm a wolf!"
"Yo yo yi, right now it's only suspicion—we don't have any evidence. And a powerhouse like that won't bother reasoning with us."
The lion-like Kumadori placed one foot on the table, struck an exaggerated wing-spreading pose, scanned the room with one eye, and continued:
"Even taking ten thousand steps back, even if we did have evidence, what could we do to him~?"
"Haha, that idiot Blueno really is unlucky~ to have messed with such a monster!"
Jabra, wearing sunglasses on his head, grinned, his face twitching as if trying to say something.
Even if they confirmed that Blueno's disappearance was Leno's doing, there was nothing they could do about it.
In fact, not just him—everyone else knew it too. Even if the entire CP team attacked together, they wouldn't be Leno's match.
Just then, Kalifa spoke again.
"How about I try? That guy is famous for being a lecher. With my looks, I should be able to catch his eye."
Recalling the scene from earlier that day, Kalifa grew more convinced, her gaze firm as she continued:
"If he really is behind this, getting close to him and poisoning him wouldn't be a bad plan either!"
"No need. Leave this to me."
After a long silence, Lucci suddenly stood up. Even the white pigeon on his shoulder was startled, flapping its wings wildly.
"I want to see for myself what kind of three heads and six arms the so-called Thunder God has, to make even the World Government so wary."