Easy Resolution

"Reinforcements from the First Branch base have arrived."

One of the officers grinned. "Captain, just as you predicted, they really came. We didn't spend all that time putting on an act with the Marines from this little branch for nothing."

"Only to be expected."

The man called captain was a middle-aged man as thin as a bamboo pole—the "White Dove," Duerkin, with a bounty of 66 million Beli.

He glanced at the figure shooting toward them through the air with Geppo and sneered. "That guy should be the First Branch's rear admiral, right? He really doesn't know his place, daring to come forward alone..."

"He was probably newly transferred from Marine Headquarters. He spent too long on the Grand Line and thinks he can easily handle West Blue pirates."

Bomb-Killer Woman beside him spoke flatly. "Unfortunately for him, he has no idea what level of opponents he's encountered today."

Although she and Duerkin had entered the Grand Line less than two months ago, their strength was far beyond that of rookie newcomers from the same period.

Not only had the two of them joined forces at Whiskey Peak to hunt down several pirates with bounties close to 100 million, but they had also easily defeated a rear admiral from the G-3 Branch sent to pursue them in barely over ten minutes.

Therefore, they truly did not take some rear admiral posted to West Blue seriously.

Perhaps only an enemy at vice admiral level would make them feel wary and afraid.

Otherwise, they would not have deliberately slowed their attack, planning to wait for the reinforcements to arrive before swallowing all the Marines in one bite.

How could the 329th Branch alone be enough?

A cold gleam flashed in Duerkin's eyes. Since that Colonel Bako had dared to kill his younger