The sea breeze swept past, and the beach was deathly silent.
The many Marines who had been panicking just moments ago suddenly seemed to have been enlightened, beginning to come to their senses.
Right.
No matter what, they had acted on orders from above. Even if they were hauled off to Enies Lobby, they would surely be acquitted in the end. At worst, they would have a hard time getting ahead in the Marine system afterward.
As for being executed on the spot?
Their own rear admiral was right here. That was even more impossible!
By convention, branch ranks were three grades lower than those at Marine Headquarters, but that rule only applied below commodore.
As the deputy base commander of the North Blue First Branch, Enge was effectively about the same rank as a Marine Headquarters rear admiral, only perhaps half a step lower.
No matter how renowned "White Dragon" Noah was, he was only a vice admiral. What authority or nerve did he have to kill a rear admiral who was merely one rank below him?
"Still, we ought to show Vice Admiral White Dragon some respect."
Enge had completely sorted out his thoughts and grew even more brazen. With a grin, he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his coat. "Here, I'll cuff myself right now and take the brothers back to the ship to wait obediently..."
Before he could utter the word "wait,"
he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his scalp. In the next instant, his entire head was gripped by a powerful hand and lifted into the air, where he met Noah's calm, indifferent gaze.
What was this guy trying to do?
Rear Admiral Enge's face went pale. A bad premonition flashed through his heart, and just as he was about to say something,