One Piece: Six Styles of the Emperor

"How about on Fish-Man Island?"

"fine."

"Oh."

After coming out of the Admiral's Office, Lars and Zoren walked side by side in the corridor and just exchanged a few words. The tacit understanding between the men that did not need to be expressed in many words was revealed here.

"By the way, I have hired a new person as a support person." Zoron remembered and said.

"Huh?" Lars glanced at him in surprise and grinned, "It's rare that you would take the initiative to accept someone."

Zoren nodded indifferently, and Amen, who was following him, kept silent, wondering what the expression on Chief Russ's face would be when he saw the so-called 'little brother' and knew the use of the golden fruit.

The three of them walked out of the fortress building of the Navy Headquarters. When they came outside, the sun was so bright that it was dazzling. I don't know what happened in the open square, but the navy was bustling with it.

At first he was not interested and wanted to leave directly, but when Zoren heard a familiar voice from the crowd: "My boss is here!", his indifferent expression suddenly changed.

"What's wrong?" Noticing this scene, Lars looked at Zoren's face in surprise and glanced at the navy crowd over there.

"That voice seems to be -" Amen looked at Zoron with the same surprise.

"Let's go and take a look." Zoren said coldly, taking the first step forward.

Approaching the separated crowd, you can see that in the central area surrounding the vacancy, a person and a starfish are facing each other.

Starfish is none other than Papagu, who is wearing a black uniform, with his waist tied up with an uneasy look on his face. Standing opposite is a young man in his early twenties, tall and straight, with short silver hair, wearing a T-shirt with the word 'Justice' written on the back. He had a large trench coat, windshield goggles hanging around his neck, and a ten-handed weapon on his back.

Different from the righteousness of other marines, the silver-haired young man's face was full of pride and arrogance. He held a lit cigar in his mouth, and white smoke continued to exhale from his open mouth, shouting, "You said you are the boss?" Here? Call me out and have a look."

Not to be outdone, Papagu said, "He...is not here for the time being, but when he comes, you will be dead."

The navy surrounding them began to discuss in whispers:

"Isn't this Smoker the Smoker?"

"Yes, that's the humanoid monster."

"This is such a hot-tempered person. Who dares to contradict him?"

"never seen it."

"It looks like a creature that can speak human language, but it's dressed like a human or a dog..."

After seeing that it was really Papagu, Zoren raised his sword eyebrows slightly, separated the crowd with his hands and walked in. At the same time, the eyes of Papagu and Smog, including the surrounding navy, were all focused on Zoron.

"Boss!" Papagu thought suddenly and hurriedly walked over and hugged Zoron's thigh.

"What are you doing?" Zoron lowered his eyes and asked indifferently.

"Boss, it's not my fault. I was just walking, and this guy didn't even look at me and just stepped on me." Papagu pointed to his forehead in grievance, where there was an obvious Big footprints.

"Oh?"

Zoren raised his eyes and looked at Smoker with his dark eyes through his sunglasses. Smoker took a puff of his cigar nonchalantly and said proudly, "Are you the boss it calls you? You don't look like much, what you're wearing Mysterious—I hate people like you who seem to be shady the most.”

"Smog, what are you talking about!" Captain Mog hurried over and stepped forward, trying to resolve the situation that was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

"There is a saying in my hometown." Zoren pushed his hand towards Captain Mog. Captain Mog only felt a strong force on his wrist, his face was a little pale, and he took a few steps back.

Zoren took another step forward. Although he was a head shorter than Smoker, his surging momentum was overwhelming and he said coldly, "The so-called 'beating a dog depends on the owner'. If you are here If you bow your head and apologize, I can let you go."

"Let me go?" Smoker was stunned, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke. He puffed out white smoke and curled his lips and said, "What if I don't?"

Zoran said indifferently, "Then don't blame me for being rude to you."

"Very good. There is a duel place over there. Do you dare to try to see whose fist is stronger?! If whoever loses, bow his head to the other party and admit his mistake."

"Just to my liking."

The two of them were like militants. In just a few words, they raised the argument to a battle level and walked towards the duel platform at the Navy Headquarters.

This undoubtedly made the watching navy around them excited, and they followed the two men like a wave. Soon, only Lars and Amen were left standing still.

"Zorun, what happened to him?" Amen was a little puzzled and asked Lars in surprise, "Normally, it is not his style to start a fight like this in other people's territory."

"Can't you see it yet?" Lars grinned, shook his head, and looked at the crowd that was retreating.

"That kid did it on purpose. Taking advantage of the conflict, he wanted to show part of his strength here."

"Show strength?"

"Yes, you also saw in the Marshal's Office that the Warring States Period has no confidence in our strength, which also leads to the possibility of distrust during the cooperative mission. The most direct way to solve this problem is this ——Take the opportunity to show your fighting strength in front of them."

"I see." Amen nodded in understanding, and then asked curiously, "What about the navy named 'Smorg' just now? Zoron has the purpose of fighting, but he shouldn't have it, right?"

"He. Didn't you hear what the navy said just now? He has a bad temper." Lars laughed and walked towards the duel square.

Under the Navy's blanket publicity and discussion, in just a short time, the news that Navy Colonel Smoker was about to confront the CP personnel of the World Government Agency spread almost throughout the entire Navy headquarters.

Marshal's Office.

"report!"

"Please come in."

"Marshal Sengoku, the people from the World Government agency just had a conflict with Smoker, and they are now preparing to fight in the duel field!"

"What did you say?" Warring States was slightly stunned and asked in a deep voice, "Who is it among those people?"

"The one who looks thin." The navy who reported the report did not know his name and could only give a rough description in words. But Warring States heard it immediately. After all, Lars and Amen were both extremely tall and strong, and only Zoren was thin.

Sengoku looked at Garp with a strange expression, but Garp had already put down the bag of senbei, waved his hand with interest, and shouted, "Where is it? Take me over and have a look."

"Yes!" The reported Marine accepted the order and led the way for Garp.

As soon as Garp left, Sengoku couldn't sit still and muttered to himself, "The battle between Monkey Zoron and Smoker?"

Who is Smoker? A student of Navy Admiral Zefa, a monster-level newcomer who graduated from that class of Navy freshmen, with a bad temper and his own way of doing things.

Because he is a natural ability user of the Smoke Fruit, he is known as the "Smoke Man". He is one of the very difficult characters in the Navy. Sengoku has received many complaints from the Navy about him disobeying his superiors' orders, which is also a headache for him.

And Monchi Zoren? After several explanations from Garp, he only knew the identity of a recruit who was over fourteen years old and had been a naval training base, and knew nothing else.

"Anyway, it's okay, let's go take a look."

Warring States explained himself to himself, stood up and walked outside the door, also wanting to confirm Zoren's strength as an assistant to the CP0 member.