Just as Nightblade was thinking this, a disturbance came from the distance in another direction.
With an earth-shaking boom, two figures charged over from afar...
"Ha ha ha! Redfield, you old bastard, still trying to run?" Garp threw a punch, blasting Redfield back more than a hundred meters. Then, with a tap of his foot against the ground, he laughed loudly and gave chase.
"Garp, you old bastard, are you deliberately trying to make trouble for me?" Redfield blocked Garp's punch and rapidly retreated. He did not want to fight Garp here, but his luck was simply terrible; he had run straight into him...
The two glared at each other for a moment before finally starting to fight...
"Ha ha ha! Don't run! My fists have been itching lately, and I just happened to be short on a punching bag. Then you showed up. Isn't that fate?" Garp continued laughing as he threw punch after punch, a terrifying aura radiating from his body.
Garp was like a humanoid beast, every punch carrying unrivaled force!
Fate my ass! Redfield's expression turned extremely ugly, but his combat strength was equally terrifying. He wielded his umbrella like a sword, fending off Garp's attacks.
Naturally, the commotion here did not escape the senses of those present. Their attention was all highly focused at the moment, and even the slightest movement would be noticed.
The Marines who saw this could not help twitching at the corners of their mouths...
Chaton spread his hands. "Well, we've been exposed..."
Momousagi was speechless as well. That Vice Admiral Garp...
Nightblade was not particularly surprised. He knew Garp's personality well. That guy was never one to obediently stand by and watch. He never considered the consequences of anything he did, just like his grandson...
"Mamamama, are the Marines here