Crack!
In the forest, Jones crushed the Den Den Mushi in his hand in a fit of agitation. Droplets of bodily fluid seeped from its shattered shell, giving off a pungent, fishy stench.
Grrr, grrr...
From the moment Jones answered the call, the huge black panther called Gangying had risen to his feet. His jaws parted slightly, exposing a mouthful of sharp teeth as a low growl rumbled in his throat.
Jones's expression was grim. Although he kept reassuring Gangying, telling him not to worry, an oppressive feeling had hung over his heart for several days and refused to fade.
According to the original plan, Loa and his companions would disguise themselves as guests and slip onto the island. Jones would have his officers secretly lay an ambush to surround and kill Loa!
Forget someone whose strength was, at best, on par with a Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral. With his carefully laid preparations, he would dare to take on even the Three Marine Admirals.
They were all Devil Fruit Users. Jones knew very well what their greatest weakness was.
But the plan had changed.
Jones did not know the exact reason. He had only received word that the other party wanted to abandon the mission because the journey was too long and he got seasick.
A Marine who got seasick-could anyone believe that?!
Did they really think I was blind and had no intelligence network of my own?!
At the time, Jones had been frantically setting up traps. His face had turned black as the bottom of a pot, and he had reluctantly abandoned his wonderful scheme. Soon, however, a second message arrived: the target was still coming. Instead of sneaking onto the island with the main force, he would be sent flying by the Devil Fruit Powers of that