"You..."
Every woman cared about her looks, and Shalria was no exception. Ye Chen's reaction made it obvious that he found her so unappealing that even touching her seemed like a terrible loss. Her face went pale with anger, and her small chest rose and fell rapidly.
Ye Chen clicked his tongue and shook his head, still refusing to look her in the eye.
Saint Rosward had someone call Sengoku's office. Ye Chen did not stop him. He was sure Sengoku would not dispatch an Admiral on a whim. He would need a reason, at least.
Ye Chen really had done nothing. Earlier, in the street, he had made a threat, but that was all. He had not actually blinded Saint Rosward. And as for touching Shalria, she herself had said nothing about it.
"Hello... Sengoku? This is Saint Rosward. Send an Admiral over at once. Yes, right now! I'm in danger. Ye Chen is sitting right beside us. That man is outrageous!"
Saint Rosward was so angry he could barely string his words together.
"What? What has he done to you? Were you attacked, Saint Rosward?"
Sengoku was startled. He had just ended a call with Chaton, and placating Ye Chen had cost the government two billion Beli. Now there was trouble with a Celestial Dragon too. Sengoku thought Ye Chen had hit someone.
"No, not that. But he's the one who blinded me years ago! How could you let him join the Shichibukai? And he's sitting right beside me now. I feel like I'm in danger. You must arrest him!"
"Well..."
Sengoku did not know whether to laugh or cry. Hearing that Ye Chen had not attacked anyone, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. After a pause, he said, "Saint Rosward, you said he's beside you, didn't