A few days later, when Lowett learned that Garp had also appeared in Orange Town, he cursed just as Sengoku had.
"Why the hell is that old bastard there?!"
Shouldn't he have returned to the Grand Line before Branch 153 was destroyed?
A wave of lingering fear washed over Lowett.
All his calculations had been based solely on Momonga. He had never considered the possibility of two Headquarters vice admirals being present in the East Blue at once.
And the other one was freaking "Iron Fist" Garp!!
Don't be fooled by the fact that he was old, frail, and riddled with old wounds like Whitebeard. The man who had earned the title "Demon of the Marines" in his youth was still a ferocious beast in his old age!
Against Momonga, Lowett could barely rely on a mage's formidable processing speed to dodge a few attacks. Against Garp, he should be thinking about how to lose with dignity.
Though he had never seen Garp fight, he could infer a thing or two from Momonga.
The gap between a vice admiral and an admiral was roughly the same as the gap between an ordinary person and him.
Garp, who should have become an admiral, was undoubtedly countless times more terrifying than Momonga!
"Close one, close one. Good thing I didn't go to Orange Town looking for trouble with Zango."
If he had indulged in momentary gratification and coveted those pirates' souls, he would not be recovering aboard a ship now. He would be doing hard labor in Impel Down.
Before the existence of magic truly became deeply ingrained in people's minds, the Marines would definitely throw him into Impel Down for safety's sake.
"So Garp took Zango away in the end?"
"Yes."
In the dim cabin, Wallace lay prone on the floor