As for the slaves in Bridge-on-the-Nation who had witnessed the Celestial Dragon's death with their own eyes,
he had already issued orders and dispatched Marines from every Marine Branch near Bridge-on-the-Nation in the East Blue.
They were conducting a large-scale search of the surrounding waters and islands.
He believed they would find traces of those people soon.
And even if they failed to catch those slaves, it wouldn't really be a major problem.
In his view, those slaves were nothing more than criminals and pirates. There was no reason to believe anything they said.
So they couldn't cause much trouble.
Smoker, listening to Sengoku from the other end, immediately widened his eyes in shock.
Even the cigar slipped from his mouth and fell to the ground.
"What did you say? All the slaves in Bridge-on-the-Nation were freed?"
"And that guy beat up a Celestial Dragon who happened to be visiting, then killed the CP9 agents responsible for protecting him?!"
"Even the two Headquarters Commodores stationed there and over a hundred Marines were all killed?!"
Any one of those things sounded utterly unreal to him.
But the man telling him all this was Fleet Admiral Sengoku, so he had no choice but to believe it.
He couldn't understand who the intruder was—or how he could be so bold!
And how had someone so powerful come to the East Blue without Smoker ever hearing of him?
Had he come from somewhere outside the East Blue?
As Smoker wondered, he couldn't help feeling a flicker of admiration.
He had never liked those Celestial Dragons who lorded it over everyone else.
Unfortunately, as a Marine, he was powerless to change anything.
In the end, all he could do was try not to think about it.
It was also because of his personality that the