"President, didn't we get a call from the Marines earlier telling us not to report any news about that man?"
Beside him, Morgans's confidant hesitated before reminding him.
Morgans waved a wing and said dismissively:
"So what? This is big news!
Who cares if he's the Fleet Admiral?
I'm the president, and I'm not even afraid of the World Government!"
Then Morgans slapped the desk and bellowed:
"Hurry! Get it printed! Then get it out there!
Go!"
A day later, Randall returned to Marine Headquarters.
When he arrived at the Fleet Admiral's Office, everyone inside looked him up and down as though he were some priceless, one-of-a-kind treasure.
"What's with those looks?"
Looking somewhat disgusted, Randall took a small step back.
Sengoku slammed the desk and pointed at Randall, gritting his teeth.
"Vice Admiral Randall! Why did you bypass headquarters and act on your own?!
Do you have any idea what consequences your recklessness could have?!"
Sengoku was so worked up that his face turned red after he finished shouting.
Randall dodged Sengoku's spray of spit, spread his hands, and said:
"I deserve some credit, don't I? You're breaking my heart, Fleet Admiral~"
Sengoku's eyes bulged. He pointed at Randall but couldn't get a word out.
"Exactly, exactly." Zephyr nodded surreptitiously.
Sengoku immediately shot Zephyr a death glare.
Aokiji chuckled, looked at Randall, and said:
"I've heard a lot about you, Vice Admiral Randall. I'm Kuzan."
He casually held out his hand to Randall.
Randall reached out and shook it.
"To think Admiral Aokiji knows a nobody like me. What an honor!"
Aokiji paused, but when he saw the teasing expression on Randall's face, he smiled too.
"Enough! Do any of you still respect me as Fleet Admiral?!"
Sengoku fumed, his chest heaving.
Randall hurriedly asked with concern:
"Oh dear,