Now that Luffy had set sail, should he get in touch with a few of the kings and tell the Seven Warlords to go easy on him? Crocodile and Gekko Moria were much stronger than they had been in the original story. If they accidentally killed Luffy, Dragon would probably fight him to the death.
Besides, he wanted to see the ending of Pirate King himself—the kind of ending he could personally experience. How exciting would that be? He could be Luffy's boss in the end. Just thinking about it felt amazing. After all, the final Poneglyph was in his hands.
Mu Chen lightly tapped his fingertips against the windowsill, already mapping out a route to Alabasta in his mind.
Garp was still muttering in the office about how those two brats would cause a huge disaster sooner or later. Meanwhile, Mu Chen had already pushed back his chair and grabbed the Justice coat hanging on the wall.
"I'm heading out, old man Garp. If you're free, go keep an eye on the recruits at the training grounds. Stop nagging in here all day."
Garp glared at his retreating back, grinding the cracker in his mouth until it crunched.
"Where are you going?"
"Don't tell me you're going to find those two?"
Garp thought Mu Chen was going to look for those two, and he was secretly delighted.
But Mu Chen had no intention of looking for them.
Mu Chen did not turn around. The hem of his white coat swept over the threshold, leaving behind an afterimage.
"None of your business!"
Seven days later, in Alabasta, scorching yellow sand shimmered with golden ripples beneath the sun.
A certain casino remained as bustling as ever. The crisp clatter of dice and the dull thuds of falling chips intertwined into a