"The way I see it, the only reason this world finds Xia Le's words so shocking..."
"...is that certain people have rotted into a pile of garbage."
Sengoku spun around and roared, "Garp!"
"Don't forget who you are."
Garp curled his lip but said nothing more.
Seeing that his old friend had stopped fanning the flames, Sengoku turned back to Xia Le. He drew a deep breath and spoke gravely.
"You've caused a disaster this time!"
"The impact of those words will be beyond imagining."
"The whole world might go mad!"
Xia Le smiled, looking perfectly calm.
Since he had dared to say it, he was prepared to bear the consequences.
"Phew!"
"The words are out now, and you'll have to bear the consequences!"
"Xia Le, you need to be ready!"
Sengoku pressed a hand to his forehead, his voice heavy.
His head throbbed. Given Xia Le's momentum and standing in the Marines, he might have become the next Admiral before long.
But those words had exposed Xia Le's political leanings. He was now a serious liability.
This would badly damage his prospects.
"I understand!"
Xia Le smiled faintly.
Then he turned and left.
Outside the office, Xia Le noticed the Marines and officers watching him.
Every pair of eyes held deep respect and admiration.
Everyone was equal. No one stood above anyone else.
To certain classes, those words might be a mortal threat, something they could never allow.
But to ordinary people and those at the bottom, they were the spark that lit the fire of conviction in their hearts.
"Vice Admiral Xia Le!"
The first Marine saluted, his tone respectful.
"Vice Admiral Xia Le!"
"Vice Admiral Xia Le."
Voices rose one after another, from Vice Admirals and Rear Admirals to other officers and ordinary soldiers.
Xia Le smiled,