After fleecing Sengoku a little, Austin was still in a pretty good mood.
Leaving the reception hall, Austin said he was going out for some fresh air.
He avoided the reporters gathered outside the reception hall, desperately trying to catch any news about the Black Emperor or the Shichibukai.
Austin took off his cloak, lifted his foot lightly, and instantly appeared within Marineford.
Under the clear sky, orderly Marineford still had a lively, everyday feel to it.
Clearly, the so-called Shichibukai meeting had not disrupted the rhythm of this semi-militarized island.
On the street, the tall Austin, dressed in a suit and holding a glass of orange juice, strolled leisurely along.
His handsome face and unique, composed aura drew countless girls' glances, but they also quickly caught the attention of the patrolling Marines.
"It's Black Gun Austin!!!"
"Huh!!!"
"No!!! Admiral Sengoku already informed us! This is the Celestial Dragon, Saint Austin!!!"
Austin had wanted to revisit his old haunts, but he was no longer here as a pirate. The moment he showed himself, the Marines recognized him.
Just as when he had once disguised himself as a rear admiral, every Marine who saw Austin had no choice but to raise a hand in salute, however unwilling they might be.
"You're all too polite, soldiers."
Austin nodded at them. He had seen such respectful and fearful gazes countless times, but this was the first time he had received them from Marines.
Some Marines saluted because of Austin's status as a Celestial Dragon, but naturally, there were also some stubborn fools who looked upon him with disdain.
At that moment, Austin's gaze accurately locked onto an anomaly among the soldiers.
Click...
Austin stopped walking.
He turned to look at the figure standing in the back of the crowd.
She was an exceptionally