"Pudora Kingdom only has Ochoku and Isaac. Whether those two can handle Chris is another question!"
"I won't beat around the bush. I'm afraid of dying!"
"If you want Chris gone, there's no way I can just help from the sidelines."
"If I don't give it everything I've got, I might not even get out alive!"
Borsalino had finally come straight to the point.
They all knew what he meant anyway. There was no reason to keep dancing around it.
Sengoku gave a light cough. "Borsalino, if you're willing to take this mission..."
"I can guarantee you a reward of eight billion Beli!"
"On top of that, I'll give you a year of leave."
"During that year, I won't assign you a single mission unless you agree to it."
Borsalino raised an eyebrow.
He had never expected Sengoku, that tightwad, to offer him such generous terms!
Eight billion Beli was a staggering sum.
The World Government certainly wasn't short of money, but even for them, paying out eight billion Beli would sting.
Still, Borsalino hemmed and hawed. "It's really not about the money!"
"You know perfectly well how dangerous this is!"
"Chris's strength is absolutely on the level of the Four Emperors."
"One slip while fighting him, and I could be killed!"
Sengoku's expression did not change. "Ten billion Beli. Two years of leave!"
"Ten billion Beli. Two years of leave!"
Sengoku looked calm as he said it, his face as still as water.
Inside, he was gritting his teeth as his anger mounted.
Marine Headquarters received more funding from the World Government than anywhere else.
Within the entire World Government, the Marines were its wealthiest institution.
For Marine Headquarters, ten billion Beli was not an insurmountable expense.
For Sengoku, though, it was unprecedented.
He had never spent so freely