"Hello, I'm Little Zhuge of Dragon Mansion—Saint Field!"
He spoke with impeccable courtesy. Even through the receiver, Ye Chen could hear the warmth in his smile. It was hard to imagine that he was a ruthless viper.
"Little Zhuge?"
Ye Chen paused in surprise. The voice in the receiver laughed again. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. You needn't doubt who I am. I don't think there's anything in this world I can't handle."
His voice was clear and gentle, pleasant to the ear, but his confidence startled Ye Chen.
"..."
Ye Chen held the Den Den Mushi in silence for more than ten seconds. He had met plenty of people who could shake the world: Golden Lion, Sengoku the Wise General, Garp the Hero, Red-Haired Shanks, Kuzan, Akainu Sakazuki... Yet he had never met anyone who dared speak like that. Even Dragon, commander-in-chief of the Revolutionary Army, might not make such a wild claim.
"Don't believe me?"
Little Zhuge could almost hear Ye Chen's heartbeat quicken.
When Ye Chen remained silent, Little Zhuge laughed again. "I think highly of you. Did what I said frighten you? That doesn't sound like you."
Ye Chen shook his head slightly. "No. If you're the one who makes the decisions, then I've found the right person."
The Celestial Dragons stood above everyone else, but Ye Chen had only just heard of Dragon Mansion. It remained a mystery to him. From the little he had learned, Dragon Mansion seemed to be the center of power in the Holy Land, but he had no idea who truly stood at its helm.
In other words, he knew Dragon Mansion held an extraordinary position, but he did not know who called the shots.
Since Little Zhuge could make such a bold claim, he clearly carried considerable