Pink Feather on a Deserted Island!

A grand plan?

Smoker was deeply shaken.

He had already caught the scent of something ominous. The man before him, a generation younger than him, seemed to harbor unfavorable thoughts toward the supreme Celestial Dragons.

It was a simple matter. If the government obtained the Time-Time Fruit, who would benefit in the end?

Without a doubt, the Celestial Dragons!

"Oh, right. As an aside, the Fleet Admiral has tacitly approved this as well."

All of a sudden, Ron dropped another bombshell, leaving Smoker completely dazed.

"Impossible! The Fleet Admiral... Fleet Admiral Akainu, who is utterly loyal to the government—how could he possibly?!"

Ron merely shrugged.

"Believe me, if you knew what had happened, you would make the same choice. This is something we have no choice but to do."

Knew what had happened?

Had no choice but to do?

Smoker forced himself to calm down and looked seriously at Ron. "Azure Dragon Admiral, if I refuse, will you kill me to keep me quiet?"

"No!"

"Why?"

"Because I will tell you the truth and force you to choose to join us. I have that confidence."

Ron smiled easily. "Besides, even if you went to report this to the Five Elders, it would be useless. They already know perfectly well. To prevent any accidents, they would instead kill you to keep you quiet."

"What? Even the Five Elders...?!"

It had to be said that this string of revelations shocked Smoker several times more than the existence of the Time-Time Fruit!

He felt as though his heart was about to stop from the tension. At some point, the cigar in his mouth had burned down to the end, and ash had fallen all over him.

Silence. Endless silence.

After a long while, Smoker clenched his fist and asked, "What qualifications do I