Marine Admiral Magellan!

The smell of blood spread across the deck. Saint Garling wrinkled his nose, sniffing the briny scent lingering in the air, his face filled with undisguised disgust.

Even though the Celestial Dragons were now facing unprecedented pressure from outside forces, Saint Garling's arrogance as a Celestial Dragon had not diminished in the slightest.

To Saint Garling, the Fish-Man Race living on Fish-Man Island were the lowest of the low. Forget close contact with fish-men—even sharing the same space as such "creatures" made him uncomfortable.

"Hey? Work harder, you lot."

"When I come back, if there's even the slightest trace left on this deck, I'll slaughter every last one of you!"

Before leaving the deck, Saint Garling stood at the entrance to the wooden stairs and spoke to the Cipher Pol agents behind him, who were diligently cleaning up the bloodstains and corpses.

His cold and decisive words caused the Cipher Pol agents no discomfort whatsoever. On the contrary, Saint Garling's severity seemed perfectly normal to them—so normal that they naturally accepted his harsh demands.

"Rest assured, Figarland Garling. We will clean this place thoroughly and leave behind absolutely no trace."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Saint Garling nodded in satisfaction, then headed down the wooden stairs toward the shore.

He was merely using this method to reinforce the authority of the Celestial Dragons once more. Of course, if those Cipher Pol agents failed to satisfy him with their work, he would make good on his word.

Saint Garling and the CP0 agents dressed in white suits disembarked. By the time they came ashore, Marine Admiral Magellan had already led a group of Marines onto the island.

Magellan had witnessed Figarland killing those Fish-Man Marines, but given his position, there was simply no way for him to stop the man.

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