No matter how much Onigumo hated the Celestial Dragons, he knew they ruled the world. Even if he hated them to the bone, what could he do about it?
From the day he joined the Marines, Onigumo had given his life to the uniform he wore.
After thinking over Little Zhuge's intentions for the past few days, Onigumo had come to understand them. He might hate the Celestial Dragons, but he also knew that getting rid of Ye Chen would be extraordinarily difficult without resorting to unconventional means.
Ye Chen was simply too cunning. As for the Marines aboard this warship, they were innocent, but their lives meant nothing compared with eliminating him.
"That's Shichibukai Ye Chen's ship!"
The words rang out again and again beside Onigumo. He forced his eyes open. The sunlight overhead had softened, but it still stabbed at his eyes. He had been tied to the Mast and left baking in the sun for so long that even a healthy man could not have endured it.
The Celestial Dragons had ordered him tormented throughout the voyage to make one thing clear: this was what happened to those who offended them.
Even if he did not detonate the bomb and Ye Chen did not kill him, Impel Down awaited him. What he had suffered on the journey would be nothing beside that. For the rest of his life, a Marine Vice Admiral would be condemned to pain and misery, never to see daylight again.
For a renowned Marine Vice Admiral, even setting aside his loyalty to the government and his faith in justice, dying in a blaze of glory alongside Ye Chen would be far more dignified than spending the rest of his life in Impel Down.
At least his death would mean something. The torment he