A massive wave slammed into the warship, rocking it violently. Wuli finally began to collapse.
Just as he was about to fall, a tall figure appeared before him and caught him.
Garp looked at the unconscious Wuli. Wuli's right hand still pointed at his own heart, and his face showed no pain, only unshakable resolve.
"Ow, that hurt! What was Vice Admiral Garp doing this time?"
Helmeppo clutched the lump on his head and grumbled under his breath. Following the old man meant daily training from hell, and he often found himself on the receiving end of the so-called Fist of Love. He lived in constant fear.
His gaze fell on the unconscious Wuli, and sympathy filled his eyes. Even Wuli, known as the strongest colonel, hadn't escaped. How awful.
Helmeppo had just stood up. He was about to lament the darkness of his life these past few years and denounce Garp's devilish ways, tilting his head to gaze at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
Then someone came rushing out and slammed straight into his shoulder. Helmeppo staggered, stars bursting before his eyes. He spun several times, then slowed, hopped left, hopped again, and toppled to the deck as the world whirled around him.
Tears streamed down his cheeks. See? This was the darkness of my life.
Koby felt that he had bumped into something, but he didn't stop. He ran to Garp's side and looked at the unconscious Wuli, puzzled.
"Vice Admiral Garp, has something serious happened?" Koby's expression turned grave. What could make Garp react like this? The last time had been when Flame Fist was about to be executed.
What confused him, though, was that Garp looked a little embarrassed.
"Ahahaha! No, nothing's wrong." Garp laughed it off, then handed Wuli over to Koby. "Take him