Whitebeard remained silent, but judging by his expression, he was clearly furious and frustrated by the situation. Redfield was stunned as well. He had no idea who this brat who had suddenly appeared was.
Bullet, meanwhile, exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't that the little redheaded kid from our ship back then? How did he get so arrogant?"
At the same time, the other three members of the Five Elders looked equally grim. They felt as though someone had slapped them hard across the face.
After all, they were members of the World Government's highest governing body. To receive such treatment even after coming in person was simply unacceptable.
Sengoku, Garp, Aokiji, and Kizaru were likewise speechless. Akainu was the Fleet Admiral of Marine Headquarters. How could they possibly accept his dying so easily and leave it at that?
Yet faced with everyone's demands, Moke merely smiled.
He had already achieved all his goals. Whether he continued fighting to gain more or simply called a truce no longer mattered to him.
Just then, a thought struck Moke. He stepped forward, looked straight at the other man, and said, "Fine. Since you're so insistent, I can give you that much respect for now... But when I need you to return the favor someday, will you be willing to oblige?"
After hearing Red-Hair's words, his red eyes narrowed slightly. He stared intently at Moke for a moment, then smiled and said, "Naturally..."
But just then, he abruptly changed tack. "Provided you have the strength and standing to deserve it..."
As soon as he finished, deafening laughter rang out. "Gurarararara!"
It came from Whitebeard. Laughing, he asked Red-Hair meaningfully, "Heh heh heh, he certainly has that standing. I'm afraid even you will have to do him a favor when the time comes, Red-Hair."
"Hm?" Red-Hair