"Did you see that? The Dawn Sword Marines attacked the World Government's CP0!"
"Did you see it? Did you see it?!"
"Hahahahaha!"
To onlookers, Jink's laughter sounded so shrill and crazed. Those who had originally come to photograph the various kings realized that something major had happened and hurriedly raised their cameras.
For a time, the sound of shutters clicking rang out continuously along the shore.
Under the reporters' flashes, Jink finally collapsed helplessly into a pool of blood. As the blood drained from his body, his consciousness grew increasingly hazy.
"Mihawk, you'll be coming down to keep me company soon."
"Hehehehahahaha!"
In the final moments before his consciousness faded, Jink's head shifted against the ground. Then, with the last of his strength, he cursed Mihawk.
"I'm not like Yoriichi."
"Even verbal humiliation, I see as a declaration of war against me."
"When dealing with enemies, I never hold back!"
"As for my life, come take it if you can!"
"At the very least, you're not qualified."
Mihawk did not lower his voice. Several nearby reporters and civilians heard his words. Faced with Mihawk's domineering conduct, their first reaction was not anger, but awe.
The people of the Sabaody Archipelago had lived under the shadow of the Celestial Dragons for years. Emotions like anger had long since been worn away from the residents here.
Whenever Celestial Dragons passed through the streets, the people of the Sabaody Archipelago instinctively dropped to their knees. Once their knees had habitually bent, they would "devoutly" pray in their hearts, praying that those "gods" would not pay too much attention to them or their families.
To the people of the Sabaody Archipelago, the Cipher Pol agents who served as the Celestial Dragons' "official" subordinates were the Celestial Dragons' representatives, equally "sacred" and "untouchable."
Mihawk's willingness