At Ye Chen's earnest, serious insistence, they finally took a photo he was satisfied with.
Ye Chen kept a copy for himself. Before leaving, he reminded the marine lieutenant commander, "Sorry for the trouble, but please hurry. I can't wait for people to see it."
The moment Bote finally saw Ye Chen off, he reported the matter to Marine Headquarters and faxed over the photo.
In the photo, Ye Chen held a sword in one hand and planted a foot on a marine branch's desk. Sunglasses rested on his forehead, a cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth, and the arm bearing Nico Robin's name propped up his chin.
A marine cloak hung over his shoulders, but a huge X had been drawn across the word "Justice" on its back.
"What is this? A glamour shot? Damn it, Bote! What were you doing? You've disgraced the marines!"
Commodore Brannew of Marine Headquarters flew into a rage. He was about to tear up the photo when Sengoku happened to overhear him.
Sengoku came over at once, asked what had happened, and studied the photo. It was indeed Ye Chen from seven years ago. His appearance had changed somewhat, but Sengoku's sharp eyes still recognized him.
"Put out a wanted notice for Ye Chen immediately."
If Ye Chen remained without a bounty, assassinating him might prove difficult. His whereabouts were hard to pin down.
Now that problem would solve itself. Even with a bounty on his head, no one would know about the murder of a Celestial Dragon. The marines could openly capture or kill him.
Sengoku also had high hopes for Lucci, whom he had dispatched in secret. It did not matter who caught or killed Ye Chen, as long as someone did. Once the wanted notice went out, Lucci