On the way, Sengoku had more or less figured out why Hancock had come to the Marines.
Other than the position of Shichibukai, Sengoku truly could not think of any other reason.
Could she have come to Marine Headquarters to court death? Sengoku was the Fleet Admiral of the Marines, not an idiot. Naturally, he would not think that way.
So when Hancock made this request, Sengoku agreed very readily, even though Hancock had once rejected the Marines' invitation and slighted them.
But if it could add another fighting force to the Marines' side in the coming war, Sengoku did not mind.
He did not care why Hancock had refused before and come knocking now. As long as she entered this place, she would have no choice but to take part in what came next.
Because this was Marine Headquarters! This was Marineford! The seat of justice!
Since she had entered the game, she had to follow the script laid out by him, the director.
"Big Sister, be careful. It could be a trap!" Boa Sandersonia, her younger sister at her side, warned in a low voice.
"It's fine!"
With that, Hancock followed Sengoku toward the conference room.
The moment she entered, Hancock saw Bartholomew Kuma sitting quietly there with a Bible in his hands.
Neither side greeted the other. Hancock simply took a seat.
After glancing at Hancock, Kuma fixed his gaze ahead and fell into thought.
Before long, a man entered with a flaming-onion-like hairstyle, a devilish face, two horns protruding from either side of his head, pointed ears and teeth, crisscrossed stitch-like scars running from his head to his neck, and a shirt with a bat-shaped collar beneath Gothic attire.
"Kishishishishishishi!" The moment Moria entered and saw Hancock and Kuma, he let out a very polite laugh.