The conference room fell silent.
The Revolutionary Army, which had caused them so much trouble, had been wiped out just like that.
The many officers present were shaken to the core.
They had no idea how the United Government had done it.
But one thing was clear: the United Government was even more formidable than they had imagined.
Sengoku and Tsuru sighed.
The other officers fell silent too. Some stole glances at Garp.
Dragon was dead. Just like that!
It was so unexpected, yet the news had arrived so quietly.
Many of the Navy Officers present had joined the Marines while Dragon was still serving.
Some of them still held deep respect for him.
After all, back then, Dragon had been considered for advancement ahead of Sakazuki and the others.
He had been stronger and higher-ranking, with immense prestige within the Marines.
As Garp's son, he had also enjoyed the support of Marine Headquarters' senior leadership.
He had left the Marines and founded the Revolutionary Army, choosing a different path.
Even though the Revolutionary Army had caused plenty of trouble over the years, it had been a matter of opposing sides.
Hearing of its destruction still left them melancholy.
BOOM!
Garp shot to his feet, smashed through the conference room wall with one punch, and strode away.
His fists were clenched tight, and tears streamed from his eyes.
Sengoku moved to follow, but Tsuru reached out to stop him.
She shook her head slightly.
"Let Garp calm down on his own."
How could a father not grieve the death of his own child?
Countless fragments of memory flashed before Garp's eyes: time spent with Dragon, scenes of him growing up.
What could he do? Take revenge? Against whom?
This was the path Dragon had chosen for himself.
Many people had