With his goal decided, Zhong Hao began thinking around it.
At that moment, Garp sighed and said, "Fisher Tiger may be a fish-man, but anyone capable of doing something like that is unquestionably a hero. It's a pity the Celestial Dragons and the World Government won't tolerate him. I'm afraid he won't dare return to Fish-Man Island for the rest of his life."
"Fish-Man Island?" Zhong Hao's heart stirred. Since the slave liberation movement had already happened, the Celestial Dragons being shipwrecked and ending up on Fish-Man Island could not be far off. After that would come Queen Otohime's assassination.
Zhong Hao quickly realized that this was an opportunity—an opportunity to earn the fish-men's goodwill.
The fish-men's terrible circumstances made them a force that could absolutely be won over. More importantly, one of the Ancient Weapons, Poseidon—Shirahoshi—could also be brought to his side through this opportunity.
Zhong Hao sat down beside Garp and asked, "Teacher, have you ever been to Fish-Man Island?"
Garp rubbed Zhong Hao's head, a trace of kindness appearing in his eyes. "Went there once. I was chasing that bastard Roger. We had a fight there, and I accidentally wrecked half the island. The fish-man army nearly threw me out. Wahahaha!"
After saying that, he burst into laughter, a hint of nostalgia appearing in his eyes.
Seizing the chance, Zhong Hao suggested, "I suppose you wouldn't help the Celestial Dragons catch slaves either, Teacher. How about we go to Fish-Man Island and relax?"
Garp seemed to revert to his usual shameless self, picking his nose as he said, "What are we going to Fish-Man Island for? There's nothing fun there."
Zhong Hao added, "I've never been there, so I want to see what the hometown of the hero you mentioned is like."
Zhong Hao did not know