"Let's begin."
Akira stopped dwelling on whether the face hidden beneath Imu's mask belonged to a man or a woman. Getting straight to the point, he said, "Since this is a negotiation, everyone should show the appropriate sincerity. As the hosts here, shouldn't you make the first move?"
"Let's start with the Navy's funding. It's always been issued by the Holy Land's finance department. Starting this year, the annual funds the Holy Land allocates to the Navy will be increased tenfold!"
As soon as Akira finished speaking, Izambaron abruptly shot to his feet and snapped, "What! Ten times? Do you have any idea how much the Navy gets every year?"
"Izambaron—"
Before anyone else could react, Sakazuki was the first to stand. Having completely let loose, he no longer showed the slightest restraint. He barked, "You'd better keep your mouth shut until Marshal Akira has finished speaking!"
"Otherwise—"
"I'll kill you without hesitation!"
"Sakazuki, you're out of line!" Saturn looked up at him and said sternly, "Sit down!"
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Sakazuki tore off his cap and leaned in toward Saturn, murderous intent in his eyes. "You're the most detestable of those five old bastards! If you try to order me around again, I'll kill you too!"
Feeling Sakazuki's killing intent, Borsalino and Kuzan, seated beside him, exchanged a historic glance. Their eyes were both filled with confusion.
What the hell was up with Sakazuki?
He was in a terrible mood!
Akira hadn't expected Sakazuki to threaten to kill someone at the slightest provocation. First Gringo, then Izambaron, and now Saturn. Was he going to snap at everyone?
Saturn was furious. The muscles in his chubby face twitched repeatedly as he struggled to suppress the anger inside him.
Izambaron was also so enraged by Sakazuki