After returning to Marine Headquarters.
The atmosphere in the conference room was downright bizarre.
The Three Admirals stood side by side.
Sakazuki wore a blank expression, his gaze turned toward the window, as though the Marine flag outside was more worthy of study than Sengoku before him.
Borsalino had his hands in his pockets, his head slightly tilted back as he stared at the ceiling with the lazy air of someone thinking, "The lighting sure is nice today."
Kuzan scratched his head, his eyes wandering, his entire being radiating, "I just happened to be passing by."
Zephyr stood before them with his arms folded.
With his sunglasses on and his mouth shut.
As long as he said nothing, no one could detect the slightest hint of guilt on his face.
As for Bullet.
He tried his best to stand behind the others, attempting to reduce his presence.
But his burly frame, like a wall, was simply too conspicuous. Hiding was the same as not hiding at all.
Across from them, Sengoku had completely exploded.
"You bastards!"
He slammed his palm onto the table, making the teacups jump.
"Every last one of you is already among the Navy's strongest forces!"
"And yet you actually mobilized warships to patrol the Red Line without authorization?!"
"Patrol--?!!"
The veins on Sengoku's forehead throbbed furiously. "Do you take the people up there for idiots?!"
Tsuru stood to one side and raised a hand to stop him.
"Calm down, Sengoku."
"Calm down?!"
Sengoku abruptly turned around, his voice rising several notches.
"How am I supposed to calm down?!"
"One Rock went to the Holy Land to report on his duties."
"Three Admirals ran over to block the elevator, and Zephyr even brought Bullet along!"
"With that lineup, who the fuck would believe you weren't going there