Along the way, every Marine who saw the furious Garp stepped aside to let him pass.
Compared to Sengoku and Tsuru, Garp was anything but easy to manage.
Over the years, Garp had caused no shortage of trouble.
That was why he was still a Rear Admiral. Otherwise, with his strength, he could have been promoted to Vice Admiral or even Admiral Candidate long ago.
As they watched Garp leave, the atmosphere in the conference room eased considerably. The officers' hearts, which had been in their throats, settled down, and they breathed sighs of relief.
Fortunately, Kong had held Garp back. Otherwise, a fight really would have broken out.
No one knew that the outwardly composed Army General, "Storm Dragon," had broken out in a cold sweat down his back.
In that instant, he had sensed an overwhelming threat.
He wanted to lash out, but there was nothing he could do about Garp.
Garp was only a Rear Admiral, yet his strength was no less than his own.
As one of Admiral "Steel Bone" Kong's men, Garp was certain to become a central figure in the Navy's future leadership.
No matter what trouble he caused, Kong would always be there to wipe his ass afterward.
He had already used up quite a bit of paper doing so.
"Let's go!"
Once outside the base, Garp boarded a battleship and issued orders to his trusted men.
"Rear Admiral, where are we going?"
Like commander, like subordinates.
Garp's adjutant knew him well and asked.
Garp did not even care about getting clearance to leave the port, so why should his adjutant worry about it?
"Let's find that bastard Newgate. I want a good fight."
Garp flexed his fists, feeling nothing but a pent-up fury coursing through his body, desperate for release.
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