A Talent Scout Chose the Wrong Horse

An inexplicable, oppressive atmosphere hung over the vast warship's deck like an invisible canopy, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

Garp's assessment, coming from a Marine Vice Admiral of his stature, undoubtedly rattled their nerves.

After all, Marine Headquarters was no longer in the same position it had once been.

"No. Based on the intelligence before us alone, we can't say that Saitama is stronger than Whitebeard. We can only say that he's quite powerful," Garp explained, shaking his head.

"Still, this alone proves that his strength is absolutely no weaker than that of the so-called Seven Warlords of the Sea. Who knows, he might even be fit to sit in an Admiral's seat."

Comparable to an Admiral?

The Marines present were dumbfounded. In their eyes, Marine Admirals were untouchable figures.

They were also Marine Headquarters' greatest fighting force against the New World.

Yet this absurdly comical bald man had received such a lofty evaluation from Garp, the Hero of the Marines.

It completely overturned everything they knew.

At the same time, over a hundred pairs of eyes aboard the Moby Dick turned in unison toward Qin Yu. The shock in their hearts was even greater than that of the Marines aboard Garp's ship.

Especially the division commanders. Which one of them had not gone through a rebellious phase?

More or less, they had all endured Whitebeard's beatings and knew exactly how powerful this enraged strike could be.

Yet such an incomparably fierce attack had been caught in the mouth of someone with such a vastly different build.

If they had not witnessed it with their own eyes, who would have believed it was real?

"Whitebeard, is this how your pirate crew treats its guests?" Qin Yu complained through clenched teeth around the naginata, grinning.

"If I hadn't stepped in and