Summit War III

"Listen up! We gathered you to deal with the bastards who killed the Celestial Dragons! Whitebeard is something the Marines can handle ourselves!"

On the execution platform, veins bulged on Sengoku's forehead as he roared at the Den Den Mushi.

On the other end of the Den Den Mushi was the head of CP0. To guard against Ryan and his group actually appearing, he had proposed this plan during the strategy meeting and received approval from the World Government.

But this was merely a contingency measure. Unless absolutely necessary, neither he nor anyone in the Marines wanted Cipher Pol agents appearing on the Marine battlefield.

"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, don't get so worked up. It was your Marines who proposed that we come to the government. Now you're telling us those people have appeared, so it is only natural that we send people to act."

The Den Den Mushi wore an effeminate smile as it spoke.

He already saw the Whitebeard Pirates as meat on the chopping block. Such enormous merit would have to be forfeited if Ryan's group did not come, due to their prior agreement with the Marines. But now that the prize was right in front of him, expecting him to give it up was simply Sengoku being too naive.

Both were organizations under the World Government. Who was afraid of whom?

Sengoku's expression darkened, his teeth grinding audibly.

After cursing Ryan, who had suddenly appeared, and those Cipher Pol bastards in his heart, he took a deep breath.

"Unless they reveal themselves, you are not permitted to act."

He still held onto the faint hope that Ryan and the others had only come to watch the show.

"Of course. That is our agreement, isn't it?"

"Then, Fleet Admiral Sengoku, I look forward to seeing you shortly. Hahaha..."