The Man Finally Appeared Again After a Year

After Southern Bright God and the others left, Sakazuki called over his adjutant and asked a question.

"Have the Shichibukai arrived?"

"They arrived this morning. They're in the lounge now."

"Come with me."

"Yes, sir."

The great battle was still a day away, but the seven Shichibukai had arrived a day early.

In the past, that would have been unthinkable. They'd have been lucky just to avoid showing up late.

But things were different now. Sakazuki was Fleet Admiral.

His methods were far more blunt and straightforward than Sengoku's.

At that moment, the seven figures in the reception room were either drinking coffee or resting with their eyes closed.

None of them was interested in causing trouble.

They had nearly died in the last war, after all.

The memory still haunted them.

"Creak!"

The reception room door opened, and Sakazuki walked in with his adjutant.

Jinbe closed his book, and Mihawk opened his eyes.

"Why are you trash being so quiet?"

Sakazuki passed Hancock, Moria, and Weevil without so much as a glance, then took the seat at the head of the table.

"Is Fleet Admiral Sakazuki trying to intimidate us?"

Hancock smiled, but her gaze was cold.

She felt bitter, too.

Sakazuki was getting prettier by the day.

Hancock felt threatened.

Meanwhile.

The Revolutionary Army was mobilizing in a hurry.

Dragon watched the Den Den Mushi ring again and again, his expression growing darker.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Dragon stopped calling.

He knew the other party had already refused.

The Revolutionary Army and the Richest Group had truly become allies in name only.

That was right.

Dragon had been calling the Richest Group, hoping to get some support.

Unfortunately, none of his three calls had gone through, so he gave up.

The entire office was silent enough to hear