Garp carefully sized up the young man before him.
Red nose, blue hair, armed with daggers.
Gradually, Garp seemed to remember something. A face slowly overlapped with the figure before him.
"Ah!"
Garp clapped his hands. "I was wondering who it was—it's that red-nosed brat from Roger's ship!"
Buggy stared at the bearded old man before him, blinked, then suddenly clapped his hands as well. "Ah! So you're that Marine who was always chasing us!
"Bwahahahahahaha!""
The two burst out laughing at the same time.
Then Buggy tried to run.
Then Garp knocked him flat with a single punch.
"Hey, hey, I heard that after your crew disbanded, you went back to being a pirate!" Garp grabbed Buggy by his bath towel and hoisted him up. "What, planning to make up for your mistakes by turning yourself in, red-nosed brat?"
"Who are you calling red-nosed?!" Buggy gripped his dagger and stabbed it at Garp.
With a crack.
The dagger broke, while Garp remained completely unharmed.
"Gasp!"
Buggy could not help sucking in a sharp breath. He had almost forgotten—the muscular old man before him was someone who had given even his captain endless headaches!
He could not beat him, and he could not escape. Lord Buggy immediately made his decision—
Surrender!
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, Marine brother over there!" With tears and snot running down his face, Buggy called out to Smoker nearby. "We were fighting side by side just now! You can't just abandon me!"
"Hm?"
Garp raised an eyebrow at that and turned to Smoker. "Isn't he one of the pirates who attacked you?"
"Doesn't look like he's with them." Smoker puffed on four cigars at once as he answered, "He seems to have been inadvertently dragged into the fight."
"That's right!" Buggy hurriedly added. "I—I was just