"..." The corner of Sengoku's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
What?
Old Sengoku-head?
This was truly the first time in his life he had heard such a form of address.
The vice admirals in the room all looked up with wry smiles, shaking their heads as they looked at Wu Biao in the center. They really had no idea where Vice Admiral Garp had found such an oddball.
Calling Fleet Admiral Sengoku Old Sengoku-head—this was just... too hilarious.
Garp now had the urge to curse. Did this brat not understand what the Navy Fleet Admiral meant?
Hmm?
Garp's mouth twitched. It naturally would have been impossible with anyone else, but... with this bastard, the possibility was extremely high!
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but the punch he had long grown accustomed to throwing was already flying out. If he did not beat the kid up, he would not feel right.
"Hey!"
Brother Biao laughed loudly. Before Garp's punch could land, he darted backward at incredible speed, causing the fist to strike empty air. He said smugly, "Old Garp-head, Brother Biao figured out all your little tricks ages ago..."
Bang!
Before Brother Biao could finish, he clutched his head and collapsed to the ground. Garp appeared behind him with a cold smile on his face. "Even if you figured them out, you're still not faster than me!"
"Just you wait..." Brother Biao looked like he was on the verge of tears.
Sengoku could not help but laugh. The trace of displeasure that had just arisen immediately vanished.
So it was not just him—even Garp was an old so-and-so-head.
Sengoku could tell that this little bald kid simply had such a habit. He was not deliberately using that form of address for him, so there was naturally nothing to be angry about. He