After hanging up the Den Den Mushi, Morgans felt a chill run down his back.
He silently cursed himself for getting carried away again.
Whenever he slled a major story, his gossip instincts always took over.
He had already learned enough painful lessons because of that.
Which was why Morgans had beco extrely cautious now.
The mont he sensed danger, he imdiately backed away.
Of course, there were still so places he had no choice but to visit.
For example—
Big Mom's tea parties.
That woman was terrifyingly strong and ridiculously petty.
Anyone who refused to give her face usually t a miserable fate.
Fortunately, Charlotte Linlin wasn't especially interested in underworld figures like them.
As long as they paid their yearly tribute and attended that damned tea party, things usually stayed peaceful.
Nowadays, Morgans had practically beco a symbol of safety in the New World.
Wherever he appeared, people often believed danger levels were relatively low.
Of course, accidents still happened occasionally.
But only occasionally.
After sending White Ghost the information, Morgans sat alone and studied the file.
After a long ti, he frowned.
"He's only a Paracia user. Why is White Ghost interested in him?"
Unable to understand it, he simply gave up thinking about it.
Most likely, White Ghost had taken a liking to the man's ability.
Putting down the file, Morgans walked out of the secret room.
Outside, countless editors were busily working.
Seeing their enthusiasm made Morgans extrely satisfied.
Right now, he was building montum for the Red-Haired Pirates.
Recently, Shanks had been causing quite a stir in the New World—fighting here, seizing territory there, and even clashing with Kaido.
Morgans waved a wing dramatically.
"Wahahaha! Put your hearts into it!"
"Let us make the Red-Haired Pirates into a storm sweeping across the seas!"
"Yes, President!"
The staff imdiately entered overdrive.
"There are already three Emperors in the New World," Morgans muttered.
"Adding one more doesn't sound excessive, does it?"
His bird face twisted with excitent.
He was also looking forward to White Ghost entering the New World.
If Shanks truly beca one of the Four Emperors through his reporting—
Then adding White Ghost afterward wouldn't be unreasonable either.
Thinking of that, Morgans felt as if endless headlines were flooding toward him.
anwhile, sowhere in the New World...
Tesoro suddenly jolted awake.
His face was pale.
His eyes were filled with terror.
Cold sweat drenched his body.
Hearing the noise, a beautiful red-haired woman rushed into the room.
"Boss, another nightmare?"
It took a while before Tesoro finally cald down.
Looking at his newly recruited secretary, he slowly shook his head.
"I'm fine, Baccarat. Leave."
"Yes, Boss."
Baccarat quietly closed the door.
"Haa... haa..."
Tesoro breathed heavily.
He had dread about that man again.
That man raising a giant sword—
And cutting off his head with a single slash.
"Damn it!"
Tesoro clenched his fists tightly.
"Damn bastard..."
"I'll kill you."
"I'll definitely kill you."
For years, that man had beco a nightmare he could never escape.
No matter what he tried...
No matter how many thods or doctors he sought...
Nothing worked.
After venting for a while, Tesoro walked over to a golden safe.
With a wave of his hand, it opened automatically.
Inside were photographs.
Lots of them.
He carefully took them out one by one.
"Wait for , Stella."
"I'll definitely kill that man."
"And when that day cos... I'll bring you back."
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