Was it true that steaming an orange with salt worked wonders for a sore throat?
The Base Chief on the other end sounded utterly incredulous.
The Golden Lion appearing out of nowhere was shocking enough, but what came next was even more shocking: someone else had turned up from who knew where and fought the Golden Lion without losing ground!
Who was the Golden Lion? He was a terrifying figure whose name alone could make well-trained soldiers go weak in the knees!
If fate hadn't favored Roger back then, the title of Pirate King would have belonged to the Golden Lion!
Yet this person who had appeared out of nowhere could stand toe-to-toe with him!
It was unbelievable!
"A mysterious person who could fight the Golden Lion without losing ground?"
Sengoku and Zephyr exchanged a knowing glance.
That brat had suddenly left without any explanation, and then this happened.
It was hard not to wonder whether the two were connected.
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku! I know this sounds far-fetched, but I swear everything I said is true!"
When Sengoku remained silent for a while, the Base Chief assumed the Fleet Admiral didn't believe him and hurried to explain.
Actually, it wasn't just Sengoku. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it either!
Even Roger suddenly coming back to life and fighting the Golden Lion would have sounded more plausible.
But it was the truth!
"Calm down. First, describe this mysterious person to me."
Sengoku asked.
"Yes!" the Base Chief hurriedly replied. "He's about two meters tall, with a lean build. His whole body is pitch-black, with white markings.
"His face is pitch-black too, so I couldn't make it out clearly, but I think he's probably handsome.
"Oh, right, there are twelve black-and-white spikes behind him.