Looking at Fujitora and Moroa, who somehow emerged completely unscathed from the billowing smoke with only slightly dust-stained hems on their clothes, Crocodile muttered to himself that if this situation was not brought under control and left to escalate, it would soon spiral completely out of reach. He knew very well that he had to step forward and explain things properly himself, or the consequences would be unthinkable.
As for Moria, Crocodile could not help but shake his head. Relying on this guy to help explain things? That was nothing short of a pipe dream!
Right at that moment, Moria was acting like a troublemaker who feared the world was not chaotic enough. Having materialized on the ground through his own special abilities, he showed not the slightest intention of calming the fight. Instead, he stood off to the side, fanning the flames with his uniquely spine-chilling laughter: "Feh-he-he-he! Good fight, keep going, don't stop now!"
Chapter 42