At that moment, several kilometers away from the G-1 Branch...
A boat shaped like a coffin drifted with the waves.
Mihawk sat aboard it, his entire body exuding a monstrous aura of bloodlust.
His eyes were vacant and cold as he stared straight ahead.
Before long, the waves carried him to the G-1 Branch.
This was the territory of the man who had inflicted the greatest humiliation of his life upon him.
Here, he would settle everything!
The life of a powerhouse like that should taste delicious!
Inside the G-1 Branch, even the soldiers could sense something was wrong.
The weather was no different from before, yet it felt as though the sky had suddenly darkened.
It was as if an evil spirit had unfurled its domain.
As ordinary people, the soldiers instinctively felt afraid.
But they were not worried.
After all, the man they relied on was right there in the base.
With him around, what was there to fear?
Inside his office, Randall walked over to the window.
He saw a small boat floating on the sea in front of the base.
Sensing Randall's gaze, Mihawk looked up.
Randall clicked his tongue.
If not for that signature coat and the coffin boat...
He would never have believed anyone who told him this was Mihawk.
Those distinctive golden hawk eyes were now pitch-black.
The whites were black, and the pupils were red.
He looked every bit a monster.
Moreover, Mihawk's cheeks were sunken, with a black line beneath his eyes.
Fine red-and-green patterns resembling capillaries covered his skin.
Mihawk and Randall stared at each other.
He opened his mouth in a gesture of defiance.
Then he extended his right hand.
Green light shone in his hand.
A sword tip emerged from his palm.
In the blink of an eye,