The Winner is King!

When Li and his group appeared at the auction house exit, they immediately saw a massive contingent of Marines standing before them with swords and rifles in hand, every gun barrel aimed at Li's group. As far as the eye could see, there was a dense black mass of them—at least several thousand men. Such a large Marine force was terrifyingly intimidating. Standing before them was a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing glasses and sporting a long black beard on his chin. This man was Sengoku, the future Fleet Admiral of the Marines. For now, however, he was merely an admiral.

"Pirates ahead, lay down your weapons and surrender at once! Otherwise, don't even think about leaving the Sabaody Archipelago!" A rear admiral glanced at Sengoku, then stepped forward and pointed at Li's group as he shouted. With his Justice coat fluttering in the wind, he cut a rather imposing figure.

Before Li's group could respond, Sengoku raised a hand to stop the rear admiral from speaking further. He walked forward several steps until he stood before them, then fixed his gaze on Rayleigh and called out, "Rayleigh, your captain, Gol D. Roger, has already been executed by the government. Like the others, you should have hidden away in some corner and cut yourself off from the sea completely. Why have you come here to take part in attacking the World Nobles, the Celestial Dragons? Are you planning to return?"

"Heh heh, Sengoku, we've fought each other more times than I can count. We know each other well enough, so what's the point of saying all that? You protecting the Celestial Dragons has nothing to do with me. I was merely passing by. The one who truly acted is the young man beside me. If you want trouble, go