"Golden Lion!"
Kuzan froze slightly, the lazy, bleary look on his face vanishing in an instant.
"Blue Pheasant?!"
Shiki jerked in shock, and the cigar smoke he had not yet exhaled went straight back into his lungs.
Though Golden Lion had spent years holed up on the island and had practically become a captive animal, he kept tabs on information about supernova Garen. Naturally, he recognized Kuzan, one of the Navy's top powers who had long been ranked among the three Admirals.
Yet as a legendary overlord of his generation, Golden Lion's expression remained incomparably composed:
"Ha ha ha!"
A burst of wild laughter rang out.
Shiki heavily tossed the half-smoked cigar from his mouth down into the sky beneath his feet, then cast Kuzan a disdainful glance:
"Isn't this the brat who used to run errands behind Garp?"
"And now you dare come swaggering up to my doorstep alone?"
Back when Shiki had contended with Roger, Whitebeard, Garp, and the others across the seas, Kuzan had merely been a follower at Garp's side.
So even though Kuzan had already become an Admiral, Golden Lion Shiki still naturally regarded himself as the senior, without the slightest trace of panic in his heart.
At the same time, however, Shiki could not help being astonished and confused by this unexpected situation:
Why was a Navy Admiral here?!
Could that brat really be some Celestial Dragon hiding his identity?
No.
Even if a Celestial Dragon were traveling, the escort would not be this extravagant.
And that wet-behind-the-ears brat had opened his mouth and demanded my head. Could it be...
Had the Navy discovered my grand plan to "vigorously develop biotechnology and wipe out the East Blue Sea in one fell swoop," so they sent a Shichibukai and a Navy Admiral to surround and