The Holy Land, Mary Geoise.
Kaido, the "greatest loudmouth in history," had blasted half the government building away with a single Heat Breath. Until it could be rebuilt, Ron had moved his offices to Pangu City.
That was right—the former residence of the exalted Celestial Dragons, later Vegapunk's research base... now it belonged to Ron.
Not everyone had been granted the honor of meeting the Five Elders. The same held true now that Ron was in charge.
So far, only Kong and Rob Lucci were allowed in and out of Pangu City. The outside world still did not know the truth about the Celestial Dragons' extinction.
People could guess that something had happened to the Celestial Dragons to keep them shut away for the past two years, but no one dared make the bold assumption that they had been wiped out.
For now, that was enough.
Today, one more person had been granted an audience with Ron: Admiral Kizaru.
Seated on the sofa across the hall, Kizaru wore his usual sleazy expression, the kind that made people want to punch his old face.
But his eyes were full of wonder as he looked at Ron, and he could not help saying, visibly moved,
"When I heard the news on the way here, I thought it was a lie. I never expected you to actually pull it off..."
Kizaru was anything but calm. Comparisons really could drive a man mad.
When Ron had joined the Navy, Kizaru was an Admiral. When Ron graduated from the New Recruit Camp, he was an Admiral. And when Ron became an Admiral and made his name known across the Four Blues, Kizaru was still an Admiral.
Now Ron ruled the Holy Land, and Kizaru was still an Admiral.
The sheer disparity fired Kizaru up. For