It was still the Room of Authority.
After wrapping up the previous topic,
the old men relaxed considerably, each sipping tea and chatting about trivial matters.
"Did you see the newspapers from a few days ago?" Saint Shepherd Ju Peter suddenly asked.
"The matter of Viking clashing with that fellow Garp in the New World?" Saint Marcus Mars looked at Saint Saturn, then asked, "Did you arrange it?"
"Hmph!" Saint Saturn said irritably. "Me, arrange Garp? Do you hear yourself?
The moment he said that, the other four Five Elders all laughed. Clearly, it was an inside joke between them.
That stubborn bastard Garp was nominally a man of the World Government, but in reality, he did whatever he pleased. Without some grand cause to hold over him, no one could possibly order him around—not even the Five Elders.
That dog bastard simply ignored them!
And evidently, the Five Elders had all experienced that over the years.
That was why they could joke about it.
Forget Saint Saturn ordering Garp around. Back at God Valley, that fellow had played dumb, pretended not to recognize Saint Saturn, and even punched him.
By all rights, that should have been a capital offense.
Yet Garp was still alive and well, and was even called the Hero of the Marines. It was clear that no one had any good way of dealing with him.
"So that battle was a real fight?" Saint Shepherd Ju Peter could not help asking.
"According to the Marines' report, they truly fought." Saint Saturn nodded, then said with feeling, "They reportedly battled fiercely for three days and two nights without a winner, but Garp actually had a slight edge. If he had not been wary of Shiki and the others interfering, he could have won in another day at