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"Of course you can say whatever you want to say. I was very offensive just now. Please don't mind my unintentional behavior."

Spandine's face turned pale. The person in front of him was the one he could not afford to offend the most in the Navy Headquarters. How come he ran into him?

Vice Admiral Garp is a notorious troublemaker in the navy, and coupled with his feat of saving the Celestial Dragons in the Valley of the Gods, this is already the pinnacle of honor that a navy can achieve.

Even if the other party dislikes him and beats him up, or even kills him, the world government should not hold them accountable.

He had not yet climbed to a higher position than the head of CP9, and he could not just die in this unknown island.

"Are you a scum of the CP organization? How come you have the time to come to my jurisdiction to fart?"

Karp asked the question even though he knew the answer. This was to give the other party a warning. As the saying goes, it is easy to see the King of Hell, but difficult to deal with little devils (it was called "dang" in ancient times, which is a homophone of "dang", so a different word is used here).

Zhan Guo must have informed about the trial of Washituo. What he wanted to do was to scare these guys who relied on their superiors to bully others, so that they would not cause any trouble to Washituo along the way.

"We are just here for transportation. The World Government will definitely deal with the matter of Major General Vashto fairly. I don't want to delay the future of a young navy. I think you think so too."

Spandane bent down and bowed ninety degrees, then respectfully threw the question back to Karp.

"Okay, remember, Vashto is the illegitimate son of the Warring States. If you lose a hair during transportation, I will pluck all the hair on your body."

When Karp saw the other party's attitude, he knew that the other party had understood what he meant. Since the other party was a smart man, there was no need for him to say anything more. He just threw out an explosive false news and left to find Vashto.

...

"I have already told Sengoku the whole story. All the admirals who have a say in the headquarters are on your side. The World Government's trial this time is just a formality with much ado about nothing. Just think of it as a visit to CP9. Once the trial is over, get back to G3 branch right away. There are a lot of things waiting for you and Bogart to deal with."

"The Giant Sloth Fruit has been delivered to the Marine Headquarters. Marshal Sora praised it highly and said that the Marine Headquarters needs 100 Washtos."

Garp was not good at comforting people, so he could only tell Vashto what he knew to reassure him.

"Mr. Garp, please don't be so distant. I still have to live to take care of you and Uncle Sengoku until the end of your life."

Vashto took the initiative and patted Garp on the shoulder, telling him not to worry about his attitude.

"Eh? No? I'm not trying to comfort you, it's like I'm going to judge you."

Garp nodded twice before realizing that something was wrong.

"Brother, where am I going to be pressed?"

Vashto asked, looking at Spandine who had sweat on his forehead but still had a fake smile on his face.

"Major General Vashto, the World Government requires you to stand trial on the Judicial Island. We, CP9, will be responsible for escorting you. I am Spandine. It's our first meeting. Please take care of me."

Spandine extended his right hand in friendship and greeted him.

"Okay, I'll pack my luggage and go back to the warship first. My clothes are soaked with sweat."

Pointing to the dust on his body, Vashto did not shake hands with Spandine. He still had to maintain basic manners.

"Please feel free to do as you please. We still have more than ten days to sail, so we don't need this little time."

Spandine did not dwell too much on the handshake. The other party's action did not mean disrespect for him, but was rather a sign of politeness.

After the intimidation from Bogart and the marines on board, and Garp's near-physical threats, he now felt more at home.

It seems that what Vice Admiral Garp said might be true. Vashto's polite behavior and gentle tone really resemble those of a Warring States general.

...

In Lounge No. 1 on the first floor of the Naval Headquarters Building.

Zhan Guo and Marshal Kong were drinking tea around the fire. Zefa kicked open the door of the lounge without saying a word and fired a barrage of questions at Marshal Kong, who was looking at him with a puzzled look on his face.

"What's going on? I just found a new recruit with monster-level talent, and you want to destroy the previous one. Marshal Kong, why are you still calling me feudal superstition? There are three admirals in the navy, and there can only be three recruits with the potential to become admirals?"

"I've been away for only a few days, and the Navy Headquarters has changed the rules? The Navy Admiral has been elected on an equal basis. Why don't we just go out and call three soldiers in and let them be the Navy Admirals directly? Why do I have to go through all the trouble of training these people?"

"Besides, he didn't indiscriminately massacre civilians and nobles. He killed a dark businessman who had close ties with the underground world. And the order given to him by the Navy Headquarters was to kill the murderer of the Sal incident without mercy. What did he do wrong?"

After saying this, Zefa snatched the teacup from Zhan Guo's hand and took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

He was originally eating watermelon, listening to military songs and training the new Marine Advanced Battalion. This time, he discovered that there was an ice fruit ability user named Kuzan, whose talent was comparable to the previous two "Kings of Roll".

Just when he was preparing to invite the other party to some private chat classes under the moonlight tonight, he received a letter from Karp. After reading the contents of the letter, he rushed over in a hurry.

Marshal Kong gently placed the teacup in his hand on the table. This was a collection of classic tea sets from the Warring States Period and could not be broken casually.

"You are very angry. Why don't we ignore Vashto's matter and practice alone first?"

Marshal Kong rolled up his sleeves and prepared to have a good practice with Zefa. He had been very idle these years as the Navy Admiral.

Now, he was going to use hard power to tell Zefa that he had only put out the fire but not the furnace.

"Okay, I'm happy to accompany you. Let's go to training ground number one?"

Zefa responded with powerful black Armament Haki wrapped around his left hand, pointing in the direction of Training Ground No. 1.

He had long been planning to beat up Marshal Kong, so he took this opportunity to have a fight.

In that incident, he was either an accomplice or an insider, and he will never be able to get over this hurdle in his heart.

"What are you doing? One is the Admiral of the Navy, and the other is the Chief Instructor of the Navy. Why are you still thinking of fighting? If other naval soldiers see this, they will think that our navy is going to split. Be careful of the impact. Do you understand?"

Sengoku stood up and stood between the two people who were on the verge of a fight. What was going on? He had just finished communicating with the World Government about the details of Vashto's trial, and now a fight broke out here because of this matter.

"Zhan Guo, get out of my way. I've been fed up with this ugly Mohawk for a long time. I'm going to beat him up sooner or later."

Zephyr shook his head, trying to get Sengoku to stop him.

"I made a mistake. You are such a taciturn person. Why did you come up with this trick after holding it in for so long? Let's go. Don't pick a date. Let's find an island and fight for a few days."

"Zhan Guo, I order you as the Admiral of the Navy Headquarters to get out of my way. I want to let this sullen guy know why the old leader is the old leader today."

When Marshal Kong heard Zefa's complaints about his hairstyle, his anger was instantly ignited.

This was his hair cut by a famous designer, and no one who saw it said it looked bad.