Ah, the previous chapters have already been uploaded to Zongheng's main site.
But Qimao hasn't synced them yet, orz.
Readers who can't wait can take a look over at Zongheng's Brainstorm Planet. Hehe~
Ace didn't think he was special.
Not special enough to receive preferential treatment from Enma.
Then, aside from himself, what could make Enma take him seriously?
After thinking it over, Ace could only come up with that lousy old man of his, who was also a Marine.
"Are you close to my lousy old man?"
Ace's expression shifted darkly.
Randall paused at the question.
He hadn't expected Ace to think so clearly.
Apparently, aside from his usual hotheadedness, Ace still had a functioning brain.
At least he was better than that laughing boy who truly had a one-track mind.
Randall didn't deny it. He simply nodded in acknowledgment.
"We get along reasonably well, I suppose. He taught me a few techniques once."
He couldn't help recalling the days when he had first arrived in the pirate world.
That Fist of Love had really hurt.
But he had also used those punches to keep tempering his body.
And picked up the technique behind delivering them along the way.
So, all in all, he owed Garp a debt.
He had always remembered that.
But that debt was only enough for him to let Ace go once.
If they met again...
He wouldn't kill him, but he would certainly throw him into Impel Down.
Still, that would be a good thing for Garp too, wouldn't it?
Whatever else happened, his grandson would still be alive.
But could Ace's identity stay hidden from that old fox Sengoku?
Randall wasn't so sure.
Sengoku might spend his days squabbling with Garp, looking like some mischievous old man living on the edge of a