The Gods and the Godfather

Even now, when Golden Lion Shiki escaped from prison, they were unable to send effective forces to track him down.

After a long while, Sengoku sighed softly, his expression complex.

"That kid has the entire West Blue under his control by now, hasn't he?"

Upon Wen Yan, the Staff Officer's expression faltered for a moment, then he whispered, "The officers of the branches on the various islands of the West Blue are all from the G-18 Fortress under Vice Admiral Xia Le."

The Sengoku fell silent once again.

After a while, he slowly got up, went to the office window, and let the Sea Breeze blow on his face.

"Do you want to build what you believe to be an army of Justice?"

"Let's see how far you can go."

With the World Government's decision finalized, the Marine Headquarters has largely maintained an ambiguous stance towards the West Blue.

It's inappropriate to say we should completely sever ties and become enemies, but it's also impossible to say we should maintain contact and spend huge sums of money.

In short, the headquarters chose to give Xia Le the cold shoulder regarding the West Blue.

Perhaps, as time goes by, the relationship between the two sides will gradually improve. But for now, it remains in a state of cold war.

The phrase "each doing their own thing" perfectly describes the relationship between the headquarters and the West Blue.

Xia Le, in a sense, also became the largest warlord force within the navy.

"Kuzan, are those three kids alright?"

The Sengoku asked again.

"Vice Admiral Kuzan and Borsalino are both recovering very well."

"Sakazuki cannot be moved for the time being."

The Staff Officer replied.

"Those three kids have great potential. Perhaps after this setback, they might have the chance to truly challenge Xia Le in the future."

"Sengoku," he said softly.

Of course, this is based on the premise that the kid's strength has not grown further.

If it's the other side, they will become even stronger.

That.

Ten or twenty years from now, who in the world will be able to stop him?

If Xia Le still holds onto his beliefs and creates his so-called Justice navy by then, what will the world look like?

As he pondered this, Sengoku found himself inexplicably filled with anticipation and excitement.

"If it's that kid..."

"Perhaps, it really is possible!"

In ward 306 of the Navy Hospital.

The man, whose body was wrapped in white bandages and whose legs were bound in plaster casts, with only his eyes showing, had his teeth clenched tightly.

"Xia Le!!!"

"And Bullet!"

"You just wait!"

"When we meet again, I will be even stronger!"

The low growl filled the hospital corridor with an atmosphere of terror.

Outside the hospital, on a garden Chair, two figures with bandages wrapped around their necks sat quietly.

"Hey, Borsalino."

Suddenly, one of the figures spoke lazily.

"Um?"

Borsalino turned his head and looked at Kuzan.

"Tell me, was the Navy's action this time right or wrong?"

"Was everything Xia Le did Justice?"

Kuzan asked, bewildered.

He seemed to have an answer in his mind, but he always felt a little awkward about it.

"Well, in my opinion, trying to find the answer to this kind of thing is a mistake in itself!"

"However, if we must discuss this, I think Xia Le is right."

"Of course, we can't learn from him either."

"After all, that guy is a Monster!"

Borsalino said lazily.

Upon Wen Yan, Kuzan fell silent.

After a long while, he finally let out a long sigh.

"If I could, I'd really like to be like that guy, freely doing what I believe is right!"

Borsalino smiled slightly.

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The West Blue, Troia.

"Laugh!"

Inside the dimly lit house, Flame ignited, quickly lighting a Cigar, from which white smoke billowed out.

"Ohara is Annihilation."

"Troia, an Island renowned worldwide as an art capital, continues to thrive."

A deep voice sounded.

"Boss Capone, are those rumors true?"

A cautious voice sounded from ahead.

This person seemed to be terrified when talking about those rumors.

Does it matter whether the rumors are true or false?

"All you need to remember is that as long as that man stays in this sea area, the entire underground forces of the West Blue will depend on him for survival."

After a pause, Capone Becky glanced at the other person and sneered again.

"For two years, he stayed at Fortress G-18 without making a single move."

"But that doesn't mean he'll never think of us."

"Especially after hearing the recent news that his officers have completely seized command of the entire West Blue."

At this point, Capone Bege's expression turned serious, and even fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"This undoubtedly means..."

"He's going to make a move against the West Blue!!"

"Moreover, our spies hidden within the navy have discovered something."

"That means the Marine Headquarters has cut off the resource supply to the West Blue Branch."

He licked his lips, Capone Bege flicker of fear crossing his eyes.

"What this means is self-evident!"

His subordinate, however, still looked completely bewildered. "Boss, what does this mean?"

"Madness!"

"This means he's about to make his move!"

He's coming!

"Capone Bege shouted."

"So what should we do?"

His subordinate said in a panic.

Since that man arrived, the Pirate setting sail in the entire West Blue has plummeted, and the five major Mafia families have become much more low-key.

I heard that two years ago, Boss Capone personally delivered a batch of gifts to the other party. Although the man accepted them, he did not respond in any way.

He didn't even get to meet Boss Capone.

Capone Bege took a deep drag on his Cigar, but his eyes flickered uncertainly.

What to do?

He didn't know either.

He personally captured Pirate King Roger and Golden Lion Shiki, and not long ago defeated the fleet of two Admiral of the headquarters Buster Call.

To him, such a man was practically a God, and he couldn't muster the slightest thought of resistance.

"I heard he recently left Fortress G-18. Could he be heading this way?"

The subordinate then spoke.

Upon Wen Yan, Capone Bege shuddered and reached for the pistol at his waist with his right hand.

The next second, he raised his right hand and abruptly pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Blood splattered, and his subordinate slowly collapsed to the ground, filled with doubt and confusion.

"Karasu!"

A cold voice rang out.

Chapter 121 Gods and Godfather

Troia Island is almost as famous as Ohara in the world.

It is known as the art capital, and world-renowned musicians, writers, and painters all hail from this Island.

Many of the enslaved musicians auctioned at the Sabaody Archipelago auction houses came from this Island.

The Troia, with their artistic talents, were very popular among the Celestial Dragons.

Pick up a broom and you can become a servant who sweeps; put down the broom and you can become a musician, playing enchanting melodies.

The Warship carrying Xia Le slowly docked at the Harbor.

Following behind was Ivy, while Crocodile, Bullet, T Bone, and others were assigned to suppress the recent unrest in the West Blue.

In fact, after the initial setbacks, the entire sea area has become calm.

The only thing that gave Xia Le a headache was where to get the resources to support such a large navy.

Firearms and ammunition, daily equipment maintenance, food, and worn-out clothing—these are all ordinary and inconspicuous things, yet they are closely related to human beings.

So he thought of the Five Great Mafia Families Four Blues.

The first person he noticed was naturally Capone Becky.

"Major Saloc of the Troia branch said he had seen Capone Bege and that he had been on this Island."

Ivy said.

"Um!"

Xia Le nodded.

"No need to pay too much attention."