At this time, Allen reached into Vortex, as if he were digging something out of his own closet, and pulled it out hard!
A figure wearing a tattered white suit stained with dark red blood was roughly dragged out by him like a sack and fell heavily on the deck of Small Boat! "Plop!"
The man's hands and feet were wearing heavy, shining Seastone shackles, his head was lowered, his silver-blue curly hair was messy, his face was bruised and bruised, and there was still dried blood at the corner of his mouth.
The white suit was torn in many places, and the blood seeping out was particularly dazzling in the sunlight.
The whole person exudes a decadent aura of "nothing left to live for" and "destroy now".
Allen pointed at the people on the ground and roared at Garp and the entire navy, "You dare to hit my uncle?! I will hit him!"
Before he finished speaking, he raised his foot and kicked the man's defenseless stomach mercilessly and hard!
"Boom!" A muffled sound!
"Uh...!" The man on the ground let out a suppressed groan of pain and curled up. The severe pain seemed to wake him up a little, and he raised his head with difficulty and extremely slowly...
The true appearance was revealed - the whole audience was shocked at the level of a nuclear explosion!
When that familiar face with a bruised nose and swollen face, written with exhaustion and "Why am I always the one who gets hurt?" was exposed to the midday sun.
Time freezes again!
The sound was completely drained!
The expressions of tens of thousands of people in the entire square instantly changed from confusion/confusion/anger to the ultimate, indescribable expression - shocked! Shocked! Stoned! Transformed!
The dead silence was followed by a tsunami-like uproar. "Ao... General Aoki Pheasant?!!!"
"Mr. Kuzan?!!"
"How is that possible?!!"
There were countless gasps of air, as if there was a draft in the square.
Kizaru stopped cutting his nails, his eyes widened slightly behind his sunglasses, and the corner of his mouth raised a playful arc. "Oh~yo~~~It's so... so~scary~yo~~~"
The ending sound was extremely long, and then he silently put away the small file.
The muscles on Akainu's face twitched violently, and the Magma on his body spurted violently. He stared at the embarrassed Aokiji on the deck, and squeezed out a word from between his teeth, full of contempt and anger. "... Waste! Thing!"
The sound is not loud, but enough for people around to hear it.
Fujitora's brows were furrowed tightly, and his face was extremely solemn.
He could "see" that Aokiji was in extremely poor condition, his breath was weak, and he was being suppressed by Seastone.
This is more serious than simply being defeated and captured.
Ryokugyu He stopped chewing, looked at Aokiji's tragic situation, and then looked at the grass he had just pulled out, showing a rare expression... similar to "sympathy"? He silently threw the grass away.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku's face can no longer be described as black as the bottom of a pot.
It was a complex black color that mixed anger, disbelief, extreme shame at being slapped in the face, and... a trace of worry about Kuzan's situation.
His body was shaking slightly, not because of fear, but because of extreme anger.
He looked at Aokiji who was being stepped on by Allen with his feet, Allen's feet were crushed in demonstration, and then he looked at Rayleigh who was still retching on Execution Platform, and finally stared at Allen who had an expression of "I succeeded in revenge, please praise me", and felt that his eyes were turning black.
Sengoku's heart. "Kuzan... is actually in his hands?! And he was beaten like this?! Allen kid... you... you are very good! Very good!"
The scene of Aokiji being stepped on by Allen like a "trophy" on display was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of all naval forces.
Emotions of shock, anger, humiliation, and disbelief pervaded the square. After a brief silence, there was an extremely suppressed buzz of discussion.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku's face has turned from extremely dark to a cold ashen color.
He stared intently at Aokiji, who was in a miserable state at the feet of Allen, and then glanced at Rayleigh, who was in good spirits even though he had been punched on Execution Platform.
Rayleigh is trying hard to swallow back the alcohol from Garp's punch.
As Fleet Admiral, he must make difficult choices between maintaining the dignity of the navy, protecting Admiral's life, completing World Government's mission, and... stopping the idiot Magma next to him from doing bad things.
Sengoku took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to smash the entire port into rubbish along with Allen.
His voice was like ice, with unquestionable majesty, resounding throughout the audience. "Gol·D·Allen! Release Kuzan immediately!"
This is both an order and the beginning of negotiations.
Allen heard this, not only was he not nervous, but he seemed to have heard some good news, and a bright and unbeatable smile immediately broke out on his face.
He even moved his feet away from Aokiji's belly, and Aokiji let out a weak moan of relief.
Allen patted his chest and said, "It's easy to talk": "No problem! Fleet Admiral is awesome!"
He nodded cheerfully, as if he wasn't the one who kicked the person just now, "Let Admiral go? It's a trivial matter! As long as you let my uncle go first, we will hand over the person with one hand and hand over to the other..."
He paused, glanced at his empty little broken boat, and showed a sly smile of "you know", "... well, there are no Pluton Battleship and Clone for the time being."
"Then... let's hand it over to the uncle with one hand and Admiral with the other! Fair dealing, no bullying! How about it? I am the most honest person!"
Allen tried to use the value of Aokiji to directly exchange for Rayleigh and got through.
As soon as Allen finished speaking his "proposal", a roar like a volcano erupted!
"Absolutely ridiculous!!!"
Akainu Sakazuki took a sudden step forward! The Alloy ground beneath his feet instantly melted into a red Magma pool, and the hot air waves swept away, causing the nearby marines to retreat.
His cloak with the word "Justice" printed on it danced crazily in the Magma heat wave, as if it had its own BGM with burning special effects.
Akainu's eyes were red, like a ferocious beast that chooses people to devour. He pointed at Allen, his voice was like rolling thunder, with an unquestionable and almost fanatical belief. "Navy! It represents the order of the world and Absolute Justice! How can we compromise with evil?! Let alone accept this shameless blackmail!"
His eyes swept over the embarrassed Aokiji on the deck, filled with unabashed contempt and anger. "Kuzan's failure, capture, and humiliation! It is the result of his lack of personal strength and weak will!"
"It's Marine Admiral's shame!"
"In order to maintain the Absolute Justice and majesty of the Navy, necessary sacrifices are inevitable!!"
Akainu's Magma's giant fist was raised, pointing at Rayleigh on Execution Platform and Allen on the ship, with a firm voice. "Today, both Pluto Rayleigh and this kid must be killed here!"
"Kuzan... Just think of it as dying for justice!"
Akainu The last sentence is as cold as the polar cold wind.