Just as Ron had said, no matter how much history, resentment, or hatred Red had with that old bastard, or how deeply he and the Straw Hat Pirates had understood one another in the original story, none of it had anything to do with him.
To him, the appearance of those two today was merely a war—a war that greatly displeased him, a pointless war!
The two of them alone could never challenge the current order, the Marines' order.
This act was destined to be futile.
Yet because of Lone Red's terrifying individual strength, the Marines could not afford to let down their guard. Instead, they had to prepare for the worst to deal with the two men's...
Game of revenge!
Thud...
After confirming that Red had stopped breathing, Ron dropped onto the ground and panted heavily.
His injuries were not severe. With his Self-Healing Ability, as long as he did not die, the worst that could happen was exhaustion.
But Seastone powder entering his bloodstream was not nearly as simple as it sounded.
Those foreign substances, insoluble in blood, clung to the inner walls of his blood vessels and spread throughout his body with the circulation. Some larger particles had even lodged in the opening of his left atrium. If it had been anyone else, they would have died long ago.
"I need to get back and have a doctor perform a major operation. In this state, I have no way to control my body and force them out."
Ron licked his bloodless lips and wiped away the cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
"So now, I can only hope they succeeded."
He turned to look toward the distant sky. Golden flashes continually flickered across the dim horizon, proving that Kizaru was still full of life.
"He was supposed