The sea breeze swept across the warship's deck, carrying a faint tang of salt.
Zhao Hai closed the communication interface and shook the sweat off his arms.
Stacks of crates sat neatly arranged inside his system storage space.
Fifty crates of High-Purity Explosive Tags gave off the faintly sweet scent of gunpowder. Beside them lay thick stacks of high-denomination banknotes and certificates.
Looking at these supplies, Zhao Hai couldn't help breaking into a grin.
Qian Ye was getting better and better at shaking people down in the Hidden Leaf.
Shimura Danzō had handed over the money more readily than even the great pirates of the New World.
Anyone else would have fought to the death after being fleeced out of fifty million ryō, yet Danzo had actually left laughing his head off.
Zhao Hai closed his eyes and summoned the power of the Storm Dragon Fruit within him.
Cool currents of air flowed back and forth through his muscles and bones.
The insights he had absorbed from the Lightning Release scrolls a few days earlier had now become tangible physical strength.
His blood and vital energy flowed exceptionally smoothly, and his Armament Haki had grown much stronger as well.
"Zhao Hai, you brat! Slacking off is a bad habit!"
A booming, gravelly voice came from the cabins.
Garp strode onto the deck, clutching a large handful of rice crackers and crunching away with relish.
Before Zhao Hai could answer, his adjutant Bogard hurried over carrying a Golden Den Den Mushi.
"Vice Admiral Garp, an emergency call from Fleet Admiral Sengoku!"
Garp casually took the receiver.
The moment the call connected, Sengoku's furious roar burst out.
"Garp! Where the hell are you loafing around?!"
"Oh, Sengoku. I'm out on patrol. Today's rice crackers are delicious."
Garp held the receiver half a