In the blink of an eye, ten days passed. During those ten days, Wu Biao did not cause any trouble.
After Garp beat him up, Wu Biao had been locked up by Garp. In truth, it was also to protect him—after all, he really had angered Sengoku badly.
He had not been locked up for long before Garp brought him to the large town in Marineford. The town covered a vast area, and all its residents were family members of Headquarters personnel.
Aside from frequently seeing Marines coming and going, it was not much different from other towns. Things were bought with Beli as usual, and there were all kinds of restaurants, entertainment facilities, and so on.
However, there was one thing one truly needed to watch out for while living here: big shots...
Perhaps you might be drinking in a tavern and happen to see a drunkard lying there, dead drunk. Never kick him aside, and even more importantly, do not get any dirty ideas about taking a drunk home.
Because that person might very well be a field-grade officer, or even a flag officer.
The farther inward one went, the more spacious the houses became. At the very center stood a separate building: Garp's residence. Compared to the homes of other vice admirals, it was not particularly large, and a few plants grew in the yard.
"Morning, Old Man Garp!" Wu Biao came downstairs with bleary eyes and waved at Garp in the living room.
"Mm." Garp nodded casually, but his gaze did not leave the sheet of paper in his hand. His expression was somewhat strange. He seemed disappointed and angry, yet also somehow pleased.
What was wrong with Old Man Garp?
Wu Biao scratched his head in confusion, walked behind Garp, and looked at the paper