Navy Headquarters
News of Chen Fan injuring a Celestial Dragon quickly spread. A Navy Colonel also reported the situation to Fleet Admiral Sengoku. There were plainclothes Marines inside the auction house as well, because Pluton Rayleigh was there;
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, that's what happened. The human trafficking... no... employment agency... The traffickers captured the sleeping Chen Fan and took him to the employment agency..."
"Bang!" Sengoku slammed his fist onto the desk, his expression ugly;
"Those damned traffickers, and those idiot Celestial Dragons—arrogant, conceited, self-important morons! Of all people to provoke, they had to provoke that guy. They deserved to die!" Fleet Admiral Sengoku cursed. He disliked Chen Fan and wished he could kill him outright, but compared to Whitebeard, he felt Chen Fan was the more troublesome man. Chen Fan possessed every advantage a Devil Fruit user could have: immense strength, and most importantly, he could fly. There were two kinds of beings one could not afford to provoke at sea. One was powerful creatures that could dive—though this mainly did not refer to humans, but Sea Kings. The other was those immensely powerful beings who could fly, with the legendary pirate Golden Lion as the prime example. Chen Fan's strength rivaled that of an Admiral, and he could fly too. He was a walking disaster. How could that bastard have been caught by traffickers and brought to a human trafficking site? What kind of international joke was this? If Sengoku had been the trafficker, he would have killed Chen Fan immediately. Yet he did not know it was not so easy to take Chen Fan out; Chen Fan's basic reflexes were still active;
Hearing Fleet Admiral Sengoku vent, the Navy Colonel felt somewhat helpless as well. They were all deeply resentful of the Celestial Dragons' privileges, but there