At Loa's baseless accusation, Momonga had only one thought: Go on, get lost!
Alex had once served under him. Their relationship was much like Garp's and Kuzan's. It was only a few years ago, when Alex was promoted to Rear Admiral, that he requested a transfer to the G-9 Branch and left Momonga's side.
As for Alex's character, Momonga could say without hesitation, hand on his heart, that the man was a moral standard second only to himself!
Would someone like that file a false report?
If so, Momonga might as well wash his eyes out with seawater, because he clearly couldn't judge people.
But this was no time to dwell on whether Alex had falsified his report. Even if he had, how could they explain the eerie silence that greeted them on the island?
Everything about it was too strange. Momonga urgently needed to know what was going on, and who among them was better suited to scouting than Loa, who could fly?
So Momonga asked him.
"Leave Alex aside for now. He sailed back to the branch three days ago because of a supply issue. Whatever we need to ask him can wait until we're done here. What's happening on your end? Why is there no one on the island?"
"Well, I can tell you there are people here." Loa glanced at the town below. "And it's as peaceful as a secluded paradise. Would you believe that?"
Like hell I would! Momonga wanted to say. But Loa still hadn't started his usual routine of smashing things up. Perhaps things really were as he said.
Otherwise, Momonga couldn't think of anything that would stop Loa from wiping out an enemy.
The two spoke quickly, and Loa told Momonga what he had found.
A few minutes later, Momonga sighed. "So