"Yes."
The Marine messenger left the Marshal's office, and the room fell silent.
Crunch, crunch...
The crisp sound of chewing rang out. Hearing it, Sengoku's forehead bulged with veins.
"You bastard, you still have the mood to eat at a time like this? If not for your precious grandson, this would have been the perfect opportunity to wipe out the Donquixote Family."
Sengoku roared, and the chewing abruptly stopped.
On the sofa not far from the Marshal's desk sat a robust old man with short gray-white hair. He held a piece of senbei and smiled, though the smile was somewhat forced, making his face seem even more aged.
"Still, the Donquixote Family is difficult to deal with. They're a tumor, after all."
Seeing his old friend's expression, Sengoku knew he had spoken too harshly.
The only person who could sit in the Marshal's office eating senbei was, of course, the Marine hero Garp. Garp put the senbei in his hand back into the bag, then rubbed his rough palms against his trouser legs.
"Sengoku, I want to go to Impel Down to visit..."
"Don't even think about it."
Sengoku interrupted Garp. Garp opened and closed his mouth several times, but ultimately did not say what came next.
"Wait until this matter becomes public... Then go visit him. At that time, I'll issue a temporary appointment for an inspection of Impel Down's sixth level. That way, even the Five Elders won't be able to say anything."
Sengoku let out a long sigh.
"Thanks."
"Cause me less trouble. That would be more sincere than a word of thanks."
Sengoku became furious whenever he saw Garp, but after seeing the wrinkles on the other man's face, there were still some things he could not bring himself to say.
The captured man was Ace