What was a monster?
In the eyes of ordinary people, if you could not kill him, then even if one hit from him did not kill you, it would leave you crippled.
That was a monster.
Without a doubt, in the eyes of the many Marines present, Bullet was a monster.
By then, the Marine casualties continued to mount.
Leite quietly approached Victor with a statistical report in hand.
Garp glanced at Leite from the corner of his eye.
Standing beside Victor, Leite said, "Senior, I just finished compiling the numbers. After fighting up to this point, we've had 1,415 killed and 3,941 seriously wounded."
Garp's brows knitted tightly when he heard the casualty figures.
They had already suffered nearly 5,000 casualties just to capture Bullet!
That was why the Marines had to think carefully when capturing the monsters of the New World.
For example, Sengoku had made the decision to kill Whitebeard during the Summit War.
How many casualties would it take to kill Whitebeard? Could they afford the price?
After paying such a huge price, could the Marines still stabilize the situation at sea?
Those were all things a commander had to consider.
Garp did not have that many concerns. He personally captured people and tried to minimize casualties in every mission.
That was why so many Marines were willing to follow Garp. They could earn promotions while also lowering their chances of dying in battle.
"If you don't even have the courage to fight a monster, then what right do you have to call yourselves Marines?"
Victor said expressionlessly.
"Yes." Leite fell silent.
Senior was right.
Leite brainwashed himself once more.
Of course, those words were also meant for Garp to hear.
Victor did not mind being labeled a "ruthless" man by Garp, or even a cold-blooded