Brother Biao felt wronged, resentful, and utterly miserable.
Because right now, he was being dragged along by the back of his collar like a puppy.
Other than Garp, that hot-tempered old vice admiral, no one else could have made Brother Biao feel so aggrieved. Everyone they passed in the corridor watched the old-and-young pair with strange expressions.
Grrr...
His stomach cramped, and Wu Biao's face turned a little pale. First, the weather had suddenly turned cold and frozen his little brother stiff. Then, the moment he burst out of the ice, he had run straight into Garp.
Without a word, Garp had given him a brutal beating. Brother Biao cursed nonstop, but the more he cursed, the harder Garp hit him. In the end, Brother Biao had been beaten into submission...
After that, Garp had simply hauled away Brother Biao, who was half-dead and looked as though he had been through that with several hundred burly men, under the fervent send-off gazes of everyone in the recruit camp.
Brother Biao had originally thought the old man was taking him to eat, but Garp had brought him to a place filled with Show-off Capes, found him a set of tattered Marine clothes, and handed him a Show-off Cape.
Then, like he was dragging a puppy around, Garp had yanked him here by the collar.
"Old Man Garp..."
Bang!
A Fist of Love smashed down on him. "Don't talk. From now on, if you dare say one unnecessary word, I'll give you a punch."
"But I'm really hungry! Can't we eat first before going to see that old man named Sengoku?"
That old man named Sengoku?
Garp's mouth twitched slightly. "Once we're done meeting him, I'll personally feed you." Garp absolutely did not dare let Wu Biao run around Marine Headquarters alone