Truly living recklessly.
Once their intelligence value is exhausted, these two must not be spared.
"Smoker."
Shano directly dialed the phone, "Come over to the dungeon, there are two guys who need to be interrogated, it's time for your old profession."
He hung up the phone.
Only then did Shano walk towards the depths of the dungeon. Just now, when he released Observation, he sensed an extremely weak presence here.
It should be that person—
...
"Widibai!"
Vista looked surprised, struggling and limping to reach the bedside, "You're finally awake. How do you feel? Is there anywhere else uncomfortable?"
"Vista?"
Widibai coughed weakly a few times, looking at him in confusion, "Weren't you with Dad? How are you here?"
She struggled to sit up, gazed at the starlit sky outside the window, and was startled again: "Has it gone dark? How long have I been unconscious..."
"How long? You fool, you've been possessed for over a week!"
Vista sighed, "But if you count from when that woman left your body, it's only been over ten hours. I was unconscious for seven or eight hours too, just woke up a little while ago!"
I... was possessed?
Widibai looked bewildered. At this point, her brain suddenly throbbed with pain, and memories before losing control of her body flooded back like a tide.
She suddenly grabbed Vista's arm, speaking somewhat incoherently:
"It's those three! They should still be on the island... I was ambushed by those three. Their abilities are very strange, I need to…"
"Relax, those people were interrogated this afternoon and have all been executed."
Vista patted her hand and smiled broadly, "Thanks to Sir Shano, if it weren't for him running into this…"
He explained in detail to Widibai what had happened.
The latter listened attentively. By this time, several figures heard the commotion and entered the bedroom from the hall.
"Sir Shano!"
Upon seeing him, Widibai immediately struggled to get out of bed.
She staggered a few steps to stand in front of Shano, bowed deeply, her voice choked with emotion:
"Sir, if it weren't for your rescue this time, Vista and I would most likely be..."
"Alright, no need for that."
Shano waved his hand with a smile, interrupting her:
"Vista said the same thing to me just a few hours ago. It was nothing, and I didn't come specifically to save you guys."
"You may not take it to heart, but we absolutely do! No matter what, this immense kindness will forever be etched in our hearts!"
Vista laughed heartily, standing with his hands on his hips.
But after laughing for just a few moments, he clutched his chest, almost losing his breath.
Hiss...
Why does my chest hurt so much? What on earth did that despicable woman do with my body?
And…
Where's my mustache?
The mustache that I've been so proud of, and nurtured for so many years?!
Did that woman shave it off because she wasn't used to a man's body?
How utterly despicable!
"Ah."
Vista felt furious just thinking about it, finally managing to suppress his disappointment, then suddenly remembering something, he looked at Shano and said with a grin:
"Oh, by the way, sir, Dad has been wanting to meet you for a long time. Since you're here, why not seize the opportunity and return with us to the White Whale for a visit?"
Visit?
Shano felt slightly surprised, exchanging glances with his companions behind him.
He then remembered how Marco had strongly invited him back on Fishman Island to attend a banquet aboard Whitebeard's ship.
At that time, he was quite eager but wasn't in a rush to go.
After all, Whitebeard's territory was the largest and closest to the New World's entrance, so he assumed that upon entering the New World, the first of the Four Emperors he would encounter would most likely be Whitebeard.
But things didn't turn out as expected.
Coincidentally, he ended up encountering the other three Sea Emperors all before meeting this leader of the Four Emperors face-to-face.
"Going to the White Whale..."
Shano rubbed his chin, a curious glint flashing in his eyes.
The wealth there is naturally abundant, aside from that, he indeed wished to meet Whitebeard.
In the last war at Dressrosa with the Navy, he owed Whitebeard a favor, and he ought to thank him in person.
Besides.
There's a little nuisance that I should deal with now too.
"Sir, please do come."
Vista, worried that he might be unwilling, sincerely added:
"Dad's health has improved a lot lately, and he's been wishing for someone to drink with. If you visit, he'll surely be delighted!"
Shano glanced at Vista's expectant gaze and couldn't help but smile:
"Since you insist, I'd be acting coy if I refused. Alright, once things here are settled, I'll accompany you to the White Whale."
"Haha, it's settled then!"
Vista excitedly patted his chest, and again winced in pain from hitting his wound.
...
At night, aboard the Endgame.
The crew gathered on the deck for a brief meeting.
Earlier in the afternoon, Fat Henry had cheerfully bid farewell and departed.
That guy's mouth wasn't quite truthful, claiming he'd been scammed out of two billion, but it was actually more than three billion, accounting for almost half of all the merchants scammed.
However, he knew his place.
The previously agreed ten billion reward was handed over without hesitation, right on time.