Pirate's Fire Fist Ace

Chapter 06 Background

Navy Headquarters, in a certain meeting.

"Mr. Warring States, you said that the kid I caught yesterday is Mr. Garp's grandson."

"Well, it should be him. There are photos to prove it."

Bastille took the photo handed over by Sengoku, and saw a seven or eight-year-old child sitting on Garp's head in the photo. Although he was a little immature, he could still tell that this child was the same person as the kid who was arrested.

"Mr. Warring States, what should we do now? Let him go?" Bastille lost his confidence for a moment. He did not expect that the kid who ate the Overlord meal he caught at Kende Restaurant two days ago actually had such a big background.

"I'm afraid, even if you let him go, Garp won't let you go easily." On the side, Warring States said in a deep voice, "You are a student he taught before. I think you should be very aware of Garp's style of doing things. "

Hearing this, Bastille's expression changed, remembering that when he was still a captain, he was assigned to study under Garp, and was often beaten with bruises and bruises by his huge fists.

His eyes flickered, remembering the fear of being dominated by fists that day.

Under the hole-shaped mask, a trembling expression could not help but appear.

In the dark passage, Ace was sitting quietly in a cell.

For two days, he didn't eat a bite of food.Of course it's not to show off, but those meals are really not for human consumption.Most importantly, he didn't want to go to prison.Although he is now in jail, he is not worried at all.

Because, his intuition told him that someone would come and let him go before long.

"I wonder what kind of wonderful expression that Bastille will have after he understands my identity." The corners of his mouth rose, and he was a little expectant.

"Colonel Bastille"

About half an hour later, the voices of the navy came from the door.

In the prison, Ace opened his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth: "Here he comes."

Soon, Bastille arrived in front of a certain prison.

"Kid, come out," Bastille said solemnly, taking the opportunity to unlock the prison door himself.

Ace opened his eyes, glanced at Bastille, and said with a smile, "Sorry, I don't want to leave now."

"I don't want to leave," Bastille thought he heard wrongly, so he repeated it again.

However, he was answered with a tone of rejection.

Now, Bastille was a little angry.

In the prison, Ace had a smile on his lips.Although you couldn't see the face under the Bastille mask, you could tell he was angry by looking at his clenched fists.

"Why, you want to take action?" Ace said in a provocative tone, "How dare you?"

"you"

Bastille opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.He really didn't dare, he was still afraid of Garp's fists.

He suppressed his anger, tried to calm himself down, and said, "What do you want?"

Ace didn't want to play tricks on him anymore. He touched his stomach and grinned: "Well, I'm a little hungry now. Prepare some roasted legs for 50 people."

"Now, I want to take a bath." He smelled his clothes, and a sour smell hit his nose, which even he couldn't bear.Not to mention the dignified naval colonel Bastille has been here for 10 minutes.

After a moment of silence, Bastille finally said: "Dasqi, take him to room d13 and try your best to meet his requirements."

"Yes"

Upon hearing this name, Ace became uneasy.

He looked behind Bastille and found a girl about the same size as him. She wore a pair of glasses and a colorful shirt. Her long black hair was tied up and she had a haircut on her forehead. Bangs.

Although she is only in her teens, her small face already has the appearance of a beauty.

"I unexpectedly met her here." Ace stared at Dusqi who came forward for a moment. He was shocked when he found that she grabbed his wrist with one hand and led him outside.

in the corridor

Looking at Dasqi who was leading the way, Ace asked curiously: "Are you Dasqi?"

However, what he received in response was silence.

"Don't speak." Ace was stunned for a moment, "Mute."

"That's not right, you just said the word "yes" to Bastille." Ace thought.

"You are mute." Suddenly, Dasqi stopped, turned her head, and glared at him angrily with a pink face.

Ace smiled and said: "Then why don't you answer me when I ask you a question?"

Dasqi snorted coldly: "I don't want to talk to people like you."

Looking at the somewhat arrogant Dasqi, Ace said suspiciously: "What do you mean I am this kind of person? What kind of person am I?"

Hearing this, Dasqi said angrily: "You think you can do whatever you want because your grandfather is a big shot. Even if Colonel Bastille gives you face, it is also giving face to your grandfather. Don't misunderstand that the colonel is afraid of you. "Dasqi couldn't help but feel angry when he thought of the helpless look the colonel had given to this kid just now.

She had been following Bastille for a while, and he knew exactly what kind of person Bastille was.However, even such a person has such a helpless side.

Seeing Dasqi snarling at him, Ace nodded, "Oh, so you miss me like this."

After a pause, he explained: "However, let me tell you, I have no intention of using my grandfather to bully Bastille. I just simply can't stand his face."

While the two were talking, they had arrived at a door of the Navy Headquarters with Room D13 written on it.

"Where is this place?"

"The colonel's lounge."

Dasqi said coldly.With that said, he opened the door and walked in with Ace.

"Go in and wash up"

"kindness"

Seeing Ace's delay in moving, Dasqi said a little impatiently: "Why don't you move?"

Hearing this, Ace shrugged: "If you don't have any clothes, how can you wash them?" After a pause, he grinned and said, "I'll just trouble you. Go to the place where my grandfather lives and ask my housekeeper, Miss Rona, to help me put the clothes away." Bring it here, my clothes will stink."

"You won't go by yourself," Dusky said angrily, but no one had ever given her such instructions.

"Colonel Bastille said that if I have any requests, you must try your best to satisfy me."

"So, if you don't go, I will ask you to take off your clothes and let me wear them."

"I don't want it."

Dasqi glared at him, turned around and left the room. Her angry voice could be vaguely heard coming from the corridor, "Damn it, I was actually being manipulated by a kid. Even though I am a kid too."