Ziegler couldn't help sneering inwardly.
You think you can become a vice admiral? Try again in your next life!
"Hahaha, don't mention it, don't mention it! It's only right to help the younger generation!"
Vice Admiral Ziegler waved a hand as he spoke.
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Ziegler left.
Randall lay back down on his lounge chair, wondering what the man was really after.
After thinking it over for a long while, he realized he truly had no talent for schemes and intrigue.
Forget it. It doesn't matter anyway.
As long as he was strong enough, he could crush whatever the other man was planning through sheer strength.
Once he figured out that crucial point, Randall felt much better and prepared to continue studying Observation Haki.
But just as he was about to close his eyes, he saw one of the warships in their staggered formation suddenly change course.
The warship turned around and headed back the way they had come.
Randall couldn't help extending his Observation Haki toward it.
Then his expression changed.
He sensed an overwhelmingly powerful presence aboard that warship.
It's Garp!
What's going on? Why did Garp suddenly leave?
Five minutes earlier, aboard Sengoku and Garp's warship.
Given their relationship, the two naturally traveled aboard the same ship.
Although Sengoku complained about Garp all the time, it was rather like Garp could torment him a thousand times, and Sengoku would still treat him like his first love.
The two were chatting and enjoying the sea breeze while munching on rice crackers and doughnuts.
The other vice admirals and the soldiers were all extremely tense.
Yet these two, who would have to stand at the very front when the time came, were perfectly relaxed.
They seemed to think nothing of the Devil's Heir, a former