"Ma-Marine Admiral!" Patty's voice rose higher and higher. Seeing that something was wrong, Zeff hurriedly shoved the wooden prosthetic on his right leg straight into Patty's mouth.
"Idiot, keep your voice down!" Zeff cursed before lowering his raised right leg.
"Ptui, ptui!" Patty coughed a few times before asking in disbelief, "That Marine who looks barely older than us is actually the Top Combat Power of Marine Headquarters?"
The chefs around them also began whispering, "Boss, are you sure you didn't mistake him for someone else?"
"I could mistake anyone else, but not him! Because..." Zeff said with a complicated expression, "it was only after seeing him that I decided to leave the Grand Line."
"Gasp!" Patty's eyes widened. "Boss, you actually have experience fighting a Marine Admiral!"
The chefs all began imagining things. "Could it be that you and he arranged a great battle, agreeing that whoever lost would leave the Grand Line? In the end, you lost because you ran out of stamina, so you had no choice but to abandon your former glory, give up all your honors, and return to the East Blue to open a restaurant?"
"Cough, cough..." Zeff nearly choked on his own saliva. He glared viciously at Patty and said, "If I had really fought him, do you think you'd still be able to see me?"
Then, Zeff said with a sigh, "At the time, I merely watched the battle from a distance, and afterward, I no longer had the courage to keep moving forward!"
"Tch!" Patty could not help sneering. "Boss, you're way too weak!"
Zeff snorted. "If you saw someone sink an island with nothing but pure physical strength, you'd probably fare even worse than I did."
"Sink, sink an island? Th-That's something a human can do?" Patty was so shocked