Inside the Fleet Admiral's office at Marine Headquarters, Zhong Hao and Garp squatted on opposite sides of a box, each stuffing two donuts into their mouths with both hands.
Before long, the entire box of donuts had been wiped out.
Zhong Hao swallowed the last one, let out a satisfied breath, and said to Garp, "If I counted right, I ate one hundred sixty-two, while you only ate one hundred fifty-nine. I win again!"
The veins on Garp's forehead throbbed as he shouted, "You clearly cheated and started eating first!"
Zhong Hao spread his hands. "Either way, I won."
"Damn it—" Garp rolled up his sleeves, ready to resort to violence.
On the other side, Sengoku's face had gone livid. He slammed the desk hard and said, "You two, do you know this is the Fleet Admiral's office? All that noise is driving me insane!"
Yet inwardly, he cursed, That brat Zhong Hao only thinks of Garp and completely forgot about this old man.
"Ah!" Zhong Hao finally realized. He picked up another box, set it beside Sengoku, and smiled. "Fleet Admiral Sengoku, these are some new rice crackers I brought back from West Blue. Please accept them."
Sengoku froze for a moment, then broke into a broad smile. "Then I won't stand on ceremony, hahahaha!"
"What? There are rice crackers too?" Garp's eyes widened as he rushed toward them, about to carry the whole box away.
"You bastard, Garp! This is a gift Zhong Hao gave me." Sengoku punched Garp flying, embedding him in the wall so deeply he could not be pried out.
Garp wiped the blood from his nose and sat on the sofa, grumbling, "Don't get so worked up, Sengoku."
Zhong Hao spoke up. "When I took those two boxes out of my space just now,