Loa was no rookie. Though he had not been in this world long, he knew the layout of Marine Headquarters well.
He knew there was a cliff beyond the Colosseum wall. It was the most remote part of the base; nobody had any reason to hang around there, and the weeds offered nothing worth looking at.
Even Warships coming and going from Headquarters turned well before reaching it, heading instead for the Port in front of the fortress.
That was why he had felt safe unleashing a big attack in that direction.
But what were the odds?
If Loa had known what had happened, he would have observed a second of silence for Garp, then said, "I'm so-o-o sorry!!!"
Back in the Colosseum, Sengoku decided after some discussion to delay handing down Loa's punishment.
After all, this was Loa's chance to demonstrate his strength in the solemn Prison Deathmatch.
Ordinarily, unless the graduate was defeated, the matches had to continue. And while the situation just now had been dangerous, no one had died. Thanks to Akainu's quick, decisive action, there had been few injuries, and those were only mild frostbite.
So Sengoku let it slide for now and allowed Loa to keep fighting.
Once Loa graduated, Sengoku would have plenty of time to deal with him.
Click!
Simon snapped back to his senses and immediately stopped the stopwatch in his hand. He glanced at the time, curled his lip, and muttered, "Ten minutes, thirty seconds. That profiteer has no shame!"
"My Spiked Club... my King..." Mingde slumped in his chair, eyes vacant, looking like he had given up on life.
It was a sight to bring tears to anyone's eyes. His misery was enough to make snow fall in June.
Even his signature pompadour had drooped over the back of