Three days later.
"Big news!"
"One of the New World's twin powers, the Hell Pirates, has actually been wiped out by Marine Headquarters!"
"What?!"
"Who did it?! I haven't even had a chance to claim Hell of a Man's head, and someone else already took him out?! What a loser!"
"Robert, quit drinking so much!"
"Ze-hahaha! Impel Down's Director, Gaston Figo? Never heard of him."
"Is another powerhouse whose name will ring across the seas about to emerge? I'm next!"
"I've heard of him. That guy's a tyrant in the prison, and he loves humiliating prisoners in all sorts of ways... Even Great Pirates with bounties of hundreds of millions wouldn't dare breathe too loudly in front of him!"
"Watch out. Don't get caught. That underwater prison has a monster like him guarding it. If you get sent in, you'll probably..."
"C-Captain, your bounty is only one million. You probably won't be..."
"Go to hell!"
Similar conversations echoed across the East Blue, West Blue, North Blue, South Blue, Grand Line, and New World. Some pirates celebrated the fall of a King, while others prudently lay low, bracing for the upheaval caused by the shifting balance between the Marines and the pirates. And some fools who didn't know their limits jumped around until they landed themselves in prison.
For a time, the seas were in turmoil.
And above those turbulent waves, Figo's name rang out again and again, the subject of endless discussion. Even the Underwater Great Prison, Impel Down, became widely known, regarded by pirates as forbidden ground!
It wasn't just the pirates. Every Marine base had heard Figo's name this time.
Cheers and excitement swept through the ranks. It was a Marine victory of the kind that came once in decades, and the Marines hailed Figo as a hero.