Punk Hazard: Garp's Test

"Damn it!" Caesar groggily dragged himself out of a pile of shattered masonry, half his face swollen from the blow.

Of course he knew why Lin Mo had hit him. He just hadn't expected the guy to throw a punch over a bottle of wine... He'd already given him one...

He truly hadn't expected Lin Mo to have such a strange temper.

What surprised him most was how fast and precise Lin Mo's punch had been. He'd been sent flying before he could even react...

The thought of having to keep them settled for another few days filled Caesar with despair.

More than anything, he hoped the World Government would send someone reliable. He didn't dare make another call. If Lin Mo and his crew discovered what he was doing, he and the Experimental Base might both be finished.

After thinking it over, Caesar rubbed the swollen half of his face. Angry as he was, he could only swallow it and pretend to be calm. He put on another smile, but when he reached the study and saw Little White back already, apparently unharmed, he froze.

"Huh?" Caesar instinctively looked toward the holes Little White had smashed through the walls. He could see all the way outside the Experimental Base. If the holes hadn't still been there, he might have thought his memory of Lin Mo sending Little White flying was wrong...

"What's going on?" Caesar hurried into the study and looked Little White over. Only his clothes were slightly wrinkled and dirty. "Weren't you sent flying? How are you completely fine?"

Little White couldn't be bothered to look at him. He suddenly yawned. "Master, I'm sleepy."

Lin Mo said casually, "Go back to the ship and sleep."

"No," Little White said. "I want to stay with Master."

Lin Mo: