"HAHAHAHA!"
"HAHAHAHA!"
Zephyr and Sengoku's hearty, unrestrained laughter rang endlessly through the admiral's office, leaving the soldiers standing guard outside looking at one another in confusion. They could not understand why the usually calm and steady Admirals Zephyr and Sengoku were laughing so happily.
"Hey, hey, have you two bastards laughed enough yet?" Garp gnawed on a rice cracker with a bitter expression, producing a crisp crunch as though what he was chewing were the flesh of those two old bastards.
Seeing Garp's increasingly bruised and swollen right eye, Zephyr and Sengoku exchanged a glance before clutching their stomachs and bursting into laughter again. "HAHAHAHA! To think even you, Garp, would have a day like this. What a delight!"
"Hmph! You two had better not let me catch you slipping next time!" Garp said gloomily. Though carelessness and shock had played a part, the fact remained that he had been beaten up by a fifteen-year-old Marine recruit.
If that had been all, he would not have cared too much, given his temperament. The key was that Longinus's "Justice" Fist, brimming with holy light, had punched him into a panda eye—and even after nearly a week, the swelling had not fully gone down.
That left him wondering, My Fist of Love can amplify pain dozens of times. Could it be that Longinus's Justice Fist extends the duration of injuries dozens of times?
"This damned fist is such a nuisance. Am I supposed to go outside with a panda eye the whole time?"
"Alright, enough joking. Let's talk business," Vice Admiral Tsuru said, unsurprised as ever, tapping the table.
"Mhm." Sengoku nodded, reining in his smile as his expression turned serious. "I assume you have all heard about the Great Event at Impel Down?"
"The Flying Pirates' captain, Golden Lion Shiki, escaped