A group of "righteous patriots" eagerly jumped out to distance themselves from Captain Nezumi, drawing clear lines between them while putting on an air of irreconcilable opposition to corruption. Amid the clamor, they began exposing Captain Nezumi's dirty laundry.
Captain Nezumi's shady dealings with the Arlong Pirates were mercilessly laid bare, one by one.
Nami's heart burned with rage as she listened. She wished she could personally stab Captain Nezumi.
Now she understood: her pleas for help from the Marines over all these years had gone unanswered not only because certain local Marine branches had failed to act, but also because that Marine scum Captain Nezumi had been helping Arlong suppress the matter.
Yet even after Captain Nezumi's dirt had mostly been exposed, those "champions of justice" who had righteously turned on one of their own still would not stop. They were practically one step away from holding an undercover agents' grievance convention.
The noise was as deafening as a bustling marketplace.
"Shut up!"
Smoker barked coldly:
"You all know perfectly well whether your own hands are clean!"
"If any of you keep talking, I'll deal with you together with Nezumi right now!"
The scene immediately fell deathly silent.
"What?"
Smoker turned back toward Captain Nezumi, whose face had gone ashen, and said:
"Now tell me again. What were you doing here?"
"I, I..."
Cold sweat covered Captain Nezumi's forehead. No matter how hard he tried, he could not force out a single sentence.
After a long while, knowing he could no longer deny it, Captain Nezumi could only tremblingly confess his crimes:
"I have been shielding the Arlong Pirates and helping those fish-men cover up their crimes."
"Hmph!"
Smoker snorted coldly, his voice concealing an extreme rage he had barely restrained:
"As a Marine captain who bears justice on