Pirates: The Biggest Scum In Marine History

Chapter 24 Lively Ward

"These two guys... have such a terrifying momentum..."

Kaki shivered all over as he looked at Drago and Sakazuki, who were facing each other tit for tat and having a fierce exchange of breaths.

"Dorag, you have been held back by stupid kindness... Even Darren can see this more clearly than you."

Sakazuki sneered, and his entire right arm had melted into red magma, bubbles popping out, dripping onto the ground and burning into scorched black pits.

"Justice obtained by using the lives of comrades and companions as bargaining chips is not justice at all!"

Dolag gritted his teeth and said, a raging hurricane spiraling up in his palm.

"Sakazuki, you did it wrong from the beginning!"

Snap!

The crimson and turquoise air waves crushed each other, causing cracks to appear on the floor and walls of the ward.

"I said, can you take care of me as a sick person?"

Darren said helplessly at this time.

He felt a slight pain in his forehead.

As soon as he finished speaking, a slow and slow sound of being beaten sounded outside the ward door.

"It seems to be very lively here..."

Everyone was startled and looked at the sound.

The tall figure of Porusalino appeared at the door of the ward at some point, with his hands in his pockets, his shoulders leaning against the door frame, and a half-smile on his lips.

"Porusalino Rear Admiral!" Gion and Kake saluted at the same time.

Porusalino didn't even look at either of them, he just walked in with a smile.

He raised his head and looked at Dorag and Sakazuki with his eyes behind his sunglasses, his expression full of teasing.

"You all look so scary... I wonder what it would be like if we really fought?"

"The confrontation between the strong wind and the magma must be quite exciting..."

Upon hearing these words, Dorag and Sakazuki were silent for a moment, and then invariably put away their respective momentum.

All the visions in the ward suddenly disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

Although they were filled with anger and wanted to fight with Sakazuki (Dolag), but compared to this, they did not want to be laughed at by the bastard Porusalino... Sakazuki and Dolag both felt at the same time. The idea came up.

"What a pity... Originally I was thinking that I would finally be able to determine who is the first person in the new generation of Marine..."

Porusalino murmured with "regret" on his face.

Sakazuki and Dolag took a breath at the same time when they heard this, but quickly suppressed their inner impulses.

Darren's mouth twitched while lying on the hospital bed.

This guy Porusalino really didn't mind the excitement, and he actually started to stir up trouble here.

My head hurts more and more.

"However, Darren Commodore... your injuries are really horrific. An ordinary person would probably be dead a long time ago."

Porusalino turned to look at Darren, stroking the stubble on his chin, looking at Darren's horrific injuries with great interest, and sighed:

"What a monster."

"The Military Medical Department has even submitted an application to conduct research on your body, but I rejected it."

Darren glanced at him and smiled perfunctorily:

"Then thank you very much Porusalino for the Rear Admiral."

Porusalino smiled and said:

"You're welcome. After all, research on this kind of thing has to be left to the Ministry of Science and Technology, right?"

Darren: ...

"Thank you very much."

He smiled stiffly.

Porusalino waved his hand.

"We are all colleagues, why are we so polite?"

My head hurts more and more. It's great.

Darren let out a long breath.

Then he looked at Sakazuki, Dorag and Porusalino, who each found a chair and sat down on their own, folding their hands on their chests and sitting there without saying a word, and said angrily:

"I said, three Rear Admirals, all of you are running towards my ward...don't you have something to do?"

Drago scratched his head, frowned and said:

"It seems that there is something to do. Forget it, I can't remember it. It is probably not important, hahahaha."

He laughed out loud, then took out a bag of donuts out of nowhere, and started to eat them with a crunch.

Sakazuki on the side raised his legs and said with a gloomy expression:

"Not in a hurry."

The answer was crisp and swift, in full Sakazuki style.

He fumbled for a cigar, tossed it to Darren, and took another for himself and bit into his mouth.

There was a faint red light from the index finger, and he lit the cigar, and then he smoked it on his own.

Polusalino took out an armor-cutting knife from his pocket, lowered his head and trimmed his nails, and muttered:

"It seems that there is something to do..."

Darren looked at the three guys and covered his forehead in pain.

Forget it, let's just pretend that they are not here, and I still need to take a good rest.

As long as they don't quarrel or fight, it's probably fine.

A burst of drowsiness suddenly rushed into my heart, and the fatigue from the serious injury hit me like a mountain and a sea.

Darren finally couldn't support his heavy eyelids, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Hahahahaha!! Darren boy!! Are you awake!! The old man came to visit you!!"

A thunderous laugh could be clearly heard across the entire corridor, and it came from afar.

Soon the door of the ward was pushed open roughly, and Garp, who carried a large half-person-high barbecue on his shoulder, walked in with a big smile and his head held high.

"Come on! Eat some of this!! This is the meat of the Sea Kings creature! This old man managed to catch it!"

"Hey, why are you guys here? That's right, let's have a banquet!!"

"Who is that? Well, Jiaji, you go to buy some wine and come back...money? Do you think the old man will be a rich man? Later, you ask Darren to go! Anyway, this is also a banquet for Darren!"

"Come on, let's eat first!! What? Kid Darren can't eat yet? Then there's nothing we can do, let's finish eating..."

"..."

The corner of Darren's mouth twitched as he watched the bustling ward full of singing and dancing.

In an instant, there was no sleepiness at all.

He stared blankly at the gray ceiling and couldn't help sighing.

He suddenly missed North Blue.

...

at the same time.

Naval Headquarters Marineford.

The burly figure with short purple hair walked firmly into the meeting room of the Marshal's Mansion with firm steps.

"Zephyr Admiral!"

The Marine soldiers stationed in front of the meeting room saluted solemnly, with adoration and fanaticism in their eyes.