Sengoku stood a short distance from the small round table, looking gravely at the Five Elders seated on the sofa.
This was Sengoku's second time meeting the Five Elders. Every visit was an ordeal for him. They might have been five old men, but they were the five most exalted people in the world.
At that moment, Sengoku was not under all that much pressure.
Still, he felt that the Five Elders summoning him could not mean anything good.
"Your Excellencies, what can I do for you?"
"By the way, that young man in your Marines named Mu Chen has been doing quite well lately!"
Right, that thing called Xuetong—he could fight Queen, one of the Three Calamities, and even Kaido. He could also beat Sakazuki. Could these five old men have set their sights on Mu Chen's Blood Sharingan?
The sudden question made Sengoku's heart tighten. Although that possibility was rather slim, he could not help feeling a little worried.
"Yes, Mu Chen really is an outstanding young man. You could say his future is limitless. He might well become even more of a monster than Sakazuki and Borsalino. Haha, he's truly a blessing for our Marines, and for the entire sea!"
All Sengoku could do was lavish praise on Mu Chen, his junior. That was the only thing he could do right now.
"But we hear that this young fellow seems a little unreliable. He doesn't do his work properly and is always slacking off. Apparently, he's even worse than Borsalino!"
"Indeed. We can't put our trust in a Marine like that!"
Hearing this, Sengoku felt his scalp prickle. They were looking for an excuse to go after Mu Chen!
"You're right, Your Excellencies. But Mu Chen is only twenty years old. He has a few little hobbies