The five Vice Admirals from Navy Headquarters were instantly enraged. It would have been one thing if Crocodile had been lying, but it was the truth. They all understood why the World Government had created the Seven Warlords of the Sea: there were simply too many pirates on the seas, and having them kill one another was also a strategy;
But from another perspective, it represented that Navy Headquarters did not have sufficient strength. If they had enough strength, it would be like China in its current peaceful era—at most, there would be a few criminal gangs. If criminal gangs were compared to a war against a nation, it would be nothing but a one-sided slaughter. The so-called New World was the territory of the Four Emperors. Put on a smaller scale, it was somewhat like a certain island today, though the comparison in military power was quite different;
The five of them clenched their fists. Crocodile had exposed the scars in their hearts and then rubbed salt into them. It was something Crocodile had newly learned after fighting Chen Fan. Seeing the fury on their faces, Crocodile laughed even more happily. This exhilarating feeling was truly interesting. A few days ago, he should have been much like them, but seeing others feel miserable gave him an indescribably satisfying sensation;
"Bang...!" At last, one Vice Admiral from Navy Headquarters could no longer endure it and punched Crocodile in the face;
Crocodile felt the pain in his face. It clearly hurt, yet he felt even happier inside, and the smile on his face grew brighter. "Hahahaha...!" He kept laughing loudly;
"Bang...! Bang...!"
"I'll make you laugh! You're just a pirate—I'll make you laugh again!" That Vice Admiral from Navy Headquarters continued beating Crocodile. This was a violation of military discipline—using violence