The sun sank in the west, and the horizon blazed with red clouds!
A breathtaking goddess soared toward the heavens, her three thousand strands of golden hair and long dress fluttering as she rose amid an aura of Immortal Qi.
Only ruins remained where she had stood.
This was Navy Branch 34.
About half an hour later, a golden light appeared in the sky. Looking at the branch, now reduced to rubble, the lecherous face beneath it furrowed slightly.
He was too late.
"Buru, buru!"
Pulling a Den Den Mushi from his sleeve, Borsalino dialed the number at a leisurely pace.
"Borsalino, what's the situation at Branch 34?"
Sengoku's voice came through the Den Den Mushi, tinged with anger.
Kong had already contacted him and told him that the Golden Emperor had destroyed Branches 38 and 32. He was on his way here now, and Zephyr was coming too.
Zephyr had gone to Branch 31, though.
In any case, they weren't very far away.
As soon as Sengoku received Kong's orders, he had drawn up a plan.
Borsalino would hold the Golden Emperor off. Then, whether Sengoku or Zephyr was closer, they could rush over as quickly as possible. The Golden Emperor would be trapped like a turtle in a jar.
That was why Borsalino was here in the first place.
"He was already gone by the time I arrived."
Borsalino lit a cigarette and reported the facts.
"Damn that bastard!"
Sengoku's voice crackled through the Den Den Mushi, furious.
"Head to Branch 35 immediately. If that guy keeps attacking, the nearest branches should be his next targets."
"Sure thing."
Borsalino exhaled a smoke ring. He wasn't nearly as angry as Sengoku; he looked as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
He did have some issues with