"Why..."
"Why did that Sand Crocodile make a move?!!"
Crocodile suddenly appeared, draped in a coat, her golden hook gleaming coldly. Looking every bit the big shot, she had even blocked Mihawk's black blade.
Everyone's attention was drawn to this sudden turn of events.
One of the lackeys could no longer hold back. Cupping his hands around his mouth, he shouted:
"Lord Crocodile, we want to know... is that... is that Lord Austin really him?!!!"
Such voices rose from the crowd, but when everyone tried to see who had spoken, all they could see was a vast sea of people staring wide-eyed in anticipation.
"Hiss... haa..."
Crocodile's expression darkened as she swept her gaze across the powerhouses of every faction around her, the corner of her lips curling slightly.
Then, the words that left her mouth made everyone shudder violently, their pupils trembling as their eyes widened.
"Ah... yes.
That guy is a fake."
After a brief silence, countless pairs of eyes instantly locked onto "Austin."
"Ahhhhhh!!!!"
"Is that for real?!!!"
"Lord Austin is actually a fake? You seriously couldn't tell at all!!!"
"But Hawk Eyes and Sand Crocodile both said so..."
Even the two people the Black Emperor trusted and favored most had said so. No matter how stubborn they were, they could not help casting suspicious looks at "Austin."
Faced with so many doubts,
Mr. 5 had actually already resigned himself to his fate.
If he died, he died...
He looked around and saw many reporters who had already captured the surrounding scene. The news that Fish-Man Island had been more than half destroyed would likely make the front pages of major newspapers tomorrow.
The objective had been achieved.
Slowly closing his eyes, he accepted his fate.
As long as this sea could still remember that man's deterrence...