Before long, a burly Marine officer was shoved through the door by two Dragon Guards. Under everyone's astonished gaze, Nalandesheng looked closely and cried out, "Vice Admiral Onigumo!"
The newcomer was none other than Onigumo, a renowned officer of Marine Headquarters.
Onigumo looked cold, his expression bitter and resentful. He could not understand why the Dragon Mansion had seized him. Even Sengoku and Garp had done nothing to stop it, merely sighing in silence.
Onigumo had considered fighting back when they came for him, but he soon regretted it. He was among the strongest at Marine Headquarters, yet he had lost without a chance to retaliate.
The people who captured him had fought fairly. They had not overwhelmed him with numbers; they had sent just one person against him, and Onigumo had been utterly defeated.
All he knew was that the person who defeated him had come from the Army.
His opponent had said only one thing: "This is an order from the Dragon Mansion. No one is to interfere."
With the Celestial Dragons involved—and the Dragon Mansion, no less—even Sengoku and Garp could do nothing.
Sengoku had asked about it, but once he learned the order came from Little Zhuge, he had let the matter drop.
More than a hundred Celestial Dragons had died at Ye Chen's hands, including Nalandesheng's father. Ye Chen had even taken representatives of the Nineteen Great Royal Families hostage to become a Shichibukai. The Dragon Mansion was never going to let that pass.
"Vice Admiral Onigumo, I'm sorry. Bringing you here wasn't what I wanted."
Little Zhuge took two glasses of Red Wine from a guard. He walked gracefully up to Onigumo and offered him one.
Onigumo gave a cold snort. "I don't drink. Why did you bring me here? As far as I