Sengoku's voice came through the Den Den Mushi. Just as Senga was about to speak, Garp's voice came through again.
"Senga, you're something else! You actually injured Silvers Rayleigh. Just as expected of someone I brought back! Hahaha..."
The laughter came to an abrupt stop as Sengoku seized the Den Den Mushi again. He shot Garp a glance, his eyes filled with disdain.
Someone you brought back? I was the one who recognized his talent and gave you the opportunity along the way. Now you wanted to take credit? What were you doing before? Why didn't you spend a few more days watching your grandson?
After disdainfully sizing Garp up, Sengoku fell silent before the Den Den Mushi and waited for Senga's response. In his eyes, Senga had always been steady and sure of himself. If he had suddenly contacted him this time, something important must have happened.
However, Senga's next words made his expression change drastically. Even Garp's face darkened behind him.
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, I'm very disappointed in the Navy right now."
Hearing this, Sengoku felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar. If anyone else had said such a thing to him, he would have reprimanded them immediately. As a Marine, how could someone say they were disappointed in the Navy? What were their intentions?
But it was different coming from Senga. By now, Sengoku had vaguely begun to see him as his successor. Even the Gorosei thought highly of him. For someone like that to say he was disappointed in the Navy was truly terrifying.
This was not only a blow to the Navy's overall reputation and morale. Losing Senga would also be an immeasurable loss for the current Navy!
With that in mind, Sengoku urgently asked,
"What happened? What's going on, Senga? Don't