The restaurant was the epitome of luxury—gold chandeliers, silk tablecloths, and a live orchestra playing soft classical music. A place where nobles and the world’s elite dined in peace.

Yet, at one particular table, chaos simmered beneath the surface.

Seated together, for reasons beyond logic, were four of the most dangerous pirates in the world: Donquixote Doflamingo, Monkey D. Luffy, Trafalgar Law, and Sir Crocodile.

Luffy, completely unfazed by the tension, was shoveling expensive steak into his mouth, speaking between bites. “This meat is soooo good! Oi, waiter, more meat!!”

Doflamingo, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, sipping a blood-red wine, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Kehaha… This is surreal. A brat, a walking grudge, and a cockroach—what an interesting dinner party.”

Crocodile took a slow drag from his cigar, exhaling in irritation. “Hmph. If I wasn’t halfway through my drink, I’d have already left.” His fingers tapped against the table, his golden hook gleaming under the chandelier light.

Law, already regretting his life choices, pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is the worst table in the entire Grand Line.”

Doflamingo chuckled. “What’s wrong, Torao? Not enjoying the company?”

Luffy, still oblivious, chewed loudly. “Eh? You guys aren’t eating? More for me then!”

A noble at a nearby table whispered to his companion. “Why are they here? This is a civilized establishment!”

Law overheard and sighed. “I’m wondering the same thing.”

Crocodile smirked. “Tch. You’re the idiot who sat down.”

Doflamingo raised his glass. “To unexpected reunions.”

Luffy, raising a giant turkey leg instead, grinned. “To meat!”

Law stared at his untouched plate. “To my suffering.”

A waiter approached nervously. “S-Sirs… please refrain from causing any chaos: