At that thought, Mu Chen felt he was simply too clever for his own good.
"Kong Ming, inform Marineford that we found no trace of the Revolutionary Army in the South Blue, but I've received reports of Revolutionary Army activity in the North Blue. We're heading there now."
In the Fleet Admiral's Office at Marineford, Sengoku slapped Mu Chen's telegram onto the desk, startling Garp so badly that he nearly dropped his rice cracker into the steam rising from the coffee cup.
"The North Blue?" Sengoku rubbed his throbbing temples, his goatee trembling slightly with anger. "That brat spent three months wandering around the South Blue and didn't catch so much as a single hair off a Revolutionary Army member."
"And now he wants to go to the North Blue?"
Garp chewed his rice cracker and mumbled, "The North Blue's nice. Their liquor's stronger than what you get in the South Blue."
When he spotted the words "Vinsmoke Family" on the telegram, he suddenly chuckled. "The Vinsmoke Family, huh? That brat's definitely up to no good. Still, there's nothing wrong with putting them in their place. After all, the Vinsmoke Family practically rules the North Blue. They don't give a damn about us Marines or the World Government."
"I think it'd be fine for Mu Chen to use hunting the Revolutionary Army as an excuse to straighten out those arrogant Germa bastards."
Sengoku drummed his fingers heavily against the desk.
Of course, he knew Garp was right. In particular, having Mu Chen use the hunt for the Revolutionary Army as an excuse to put the Vinsmoke Family on notice wasn't a bad idea.
As Fleet Admiral, he knew plenty about the Vinsmoke Family. Not only did they possess technology on par with Vegapunk's, but they were also an underground assassination