Borsalino strolled toward the platform with a lollipop in his mouth, while Sakazuki shoved through the crowd with a dark expression.
Damn it, Mu Chen. They had searched for him for so many years without finding him, and now this?!
He had never imagined that Mu Chen would outshine him once again.
This trio of promotions was arguably the most dangerous lineup in Marine history.
One was the mysterious Blood Eyes. Just as the saying went, whoever Mu Chen's Blood Eyes glared at would tremble.
One was the lazy yet unfathomable Glint-Glint Fruit user, while the other was a magma devil who upheld Absolute Justice.
I never thought we'd get promoted together!
Mu Chen, you're really terrifying!
Borsalino raised a hand and draped it over Mu Chen's shoulder, light particles dancing at his fingertips.
But Mu Chen, your face is still so young. That really troubles me!
Don't you know that sleeping can make you look better?
Mu Chen chuckled, his gaze sweeping over Sakazuki, who was smashing the protrusions on the steps with magma fists.
Sakazuki snorted at that. Hmph!
Borsalino, you're just like Mu Chen—one of you slacks off, and the other lies around doing nothing. You're a disgrace to the Marines!
Below the platform, Vice Admiral Wu Shu leaned closer to Qiyuan.
You said Admiral Mu Chen is only thirty-four this year? That's ten years younger than Fleet Admiral Sengoku was when he was promoted.
A faint smile appeared on Qiyuan's lips. The man on the platform was hers, and she was incredibly excited.
A few days later, in a certain stretch of sea on the Grand Line, the Red-Haired Pirates' flag snapped violently in the downpour. Shanks stood at the bow, letting the rain wash over him.
Captain, the newspaper's here!
Lucky Roux came running over