Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
That day, Sengoku was handling official business when he suddenly frowned and looked up.
"The rats are here," he murmured.
The moment he finished speaking, five masked figures in black suits suddenly appeared in his office.
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, where is that man?"
One of them, wearing a white mask, stepped to the front and asked without the slightest courtesy.
Though he addressed Sengoku as Fleet Admiral, there was not a trace of respect or politeness in his tone.
Sengoku frowned and snorted.
At the same time, a tremendous surge of Conqueror's Haki burst from his body and bore down on the five masked men.
The Conqueror's Haki of a top-tier fighter was hardly easy to withstand.
Although all five masked men were fairly strong, they still grunted in unison and staggered half a step back.
"Sengoku, what is the meaning of this?!"
A man in a yellow mask at the back barked coldly, dropping even the Fleet Admiral's title.
Sengoku's eyes widened, and he was about to lash out.
But the leader in the white mask acted before Sengoku could.
He appeared before the man like a ghost and kicked him in the stomach.
The man doubled over and went flying.
"Idiot! Who gave you the right to address Fleet Admiral Sengoku by name?"
The white-masked man berated him in an icy voice.
The yellow-masked man scrambled awkwardly up from the floor, not daring to utter a word.
"My sincere apologies, Fleet Admiral Sengoku. I've been lax in disciplining my subordinates. Please don't take offense."
The white-masked man ignored him and turned back to Sengoku.
"Still, please have that man come here at once. The sooner this mission begins, the better."
With that single remark, he brushed aside all the