At the side, Moria felt a chill run through his heart, a trace of cold sweat seeping down his back.
To be arrested at Marine Headquarters—Sengoku that old bastard must have planned this long ago. And this guy, had he already found candidates for the Seven Warlords of the Sea so quickly?
Trafalgar Law sheathed his sword and stood still. After several Marines reattached Jinbe's upper and lower body, they administered a sedative and rushed him straight to Impel Down.
"Very well. I hope that on the battlefield, the two of you will stand unwaveringly on the Marines' side and serve justice. You may leave."
With an unpleasant expression, Moria shot Law a glance, his heart full of apprehension.
The intelligence was unclear, and Jinbe's strength was nothing to scoff at. Yet this man had sliced Jinbe in two with a single strike and could even put him back together. His Devil Fruit ability had to be extraordinarily unusual.
After Moria left, Law sat in Jinbe's seat, his expression complicated.
"Donquixote Rosinante—Corazon—was your adopted son, wasn't he?"
Creak. The assistant outside silently closed the door and stood guard, preventing anyone from entering. Sengoku pressed a hand to his forehead and let out a deep sigh.
"The child Rosinante gave his life to save is now standing before me like this. It truly is..."
"I didn't come here to listen to an old man's sentiments. I only want to know why you didn't kill Doflamingo yourself."
Crack! Crack!
His knuckles popped, but Sengoku lowered his hand again, his gaze complicated.
"I am the Fleet Admiral, the standard-bearer of the Marines. If even I, the Fleet Admiral, were to carry out private punishment against pirates, what would the other Marines think of me?"
"Besides, Donquixote Doflamingo's release from Impel Down was not