"Marshal Sengoku, you wanted to see me?" Sakazuki entered with a cigar clenched between his teeth, his stride straight and rigid, just like his way of doing things.
"Sakazuki, you're as formal as ever!" Sengoku sighed. Though he did not like Sakazuki's methods, he could not deny that compared to Kuzan and Borsalino, Sakazuki was indeed a qualified soldier. Everything about him exuded an iron-blooded style.
"Bloody Swordsman Ryan has entered the Grand Line! You..."
"I understand. I'll send him to Impel Down." Sakazuki cut him off before Sengoku could finish.
"It's not just about sending him to Impel Down. If you get the chance, eliminate him directly. As for the Celestial Dragons, I'll handle them. Do you understand what I mean?"
Sakazuki's eyes lit up. Sengoku's words suited him perfectly. If he could kill Ryan outright, why bother sending him to Impel Down? After all, Bloody Swordsman Ryan was not a Devil Fruit user.
Sending him to Impel Down was an order from the Celestial Dragons. They wanted to publicly execute Ryan, someone who had challenged the dignity of the World Nobles.
"Understood. I'll set off immediately!"
"Mm. Go."
As Sakazuki left the marshal's office, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Ever since Sengoku had become marshal, his way of doing things had increasingly suited Sakazuki's tastes.
This was good. Evil deserved to be eradicated. Sakazuki firmly believed that.
Meanwhile, Beli and Brogy's battle continued.
Everyone watched the two below with tense expressions. The battle had already lasted four hours, stretching from noon until dusk.
Under the lingering glow of the setting sun, one large and one small figure fought fiercely. What had begun as a contest of strength had become a clash of wills.
Both had suffered serious injuries. Blood covered the corner of Beli's