"Impossible! How could my opponent have been captured so easily by you? You must have used some underhanded trick. Otherwise, there's no way Roger would ever be captured by garbage like you!"
Golden Lion was furious. He refused to believe that the opponent he respected most had been captured just like that.
Who was Roger? He was Golden Lion's one and only rival.
In these seas, Roger was the only one Golden Lion acknowledged. Even Newgate and Patrick couldn't truly replace Roger in certain respects. And yet the Navy had actually captured him?
It was absolutely impossible. Only Golden Lion could capture Roger. No one else was capable of it.
What he found most intolerable was this:
The Navy had chosen Loguetown in the East Blue as the place to execute Roger. What was the East Blue? It was the weakest sea.
The Navy was clearly executing Roger there to humiliate him.
It was an insult to the opponent Golden Lion respected most.
Golden Lion was burning with rage, and that was why he had come—he had come to Marineford in person.
"That's the truth."
Sengoku's face was dark. He knew Golden Lion could be somewhat extreme, but he hadn't expected him to be this extreme.
"Unforgivable! That's absolutely impossible! With your abilities, there's no way you could have captured him! The man I, Golden Lion, acknowledge could never be this weak!"
"And I'll never tolerate you humiliating him like this!"
His furious voice was like the wrath of heaven, plunging Marineford into darkness.
"Only I can capture Roger! None of you have the right!"
Golden Lion glared coldly at Sengoku and Garp, his whole body radiating a lion's savage fury.
"You don't get to decide whether you believe it, you narrow-minded bastard." Sengoku gritted his teeth. He could hardly