"Huff, huff, huff!"
The Marine who had escaped danger braced his hands against the carpet and gasped for breath, still shaken.
For that brief instant, he had truly thought he was about to die.
Inside the reception room, all the Marines who had been controlled like puppets discovered that they could move their bodies again and let out great sighs of relief.
But when they looked at Doflamingo again, their eyes were filled with fear.
"We meet again, Mihawk."
"You look like you've recovered well."
River looked at the cold-faced man sitting there with his legs crossed.
Mihawk raised his head and set his coffee on the table. "Thanks to you, everything is fine."
"Heh!"
River chuckled, then pointed at Doflamingo. "Bring him a cup of coffee."
After a pause, he added flatly.
"If you spill it again, you don't get to drink it!"
The smile on Doflamingo's face froze. He sighed and shook his head. "I hate coffee!"
"Especially the coffee at Marine Headquarters."
River ignored him. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Marshall D. Teach, who had fallen silent since his arrival, and suddenly grinned.
"I'm very glad you came, Teach!"
As he spoke, he strode into the room.
Marshall D. Teach laughed at his words. "Zehahahaha!"
"This is Marine Headquarters, Marineford, and you should be in charge of matters concerning us Warlords now, Admiral River, right?"
"Under these circumstances, attacking us would hardly be appropriate!"
Then his tone grew firm.
"I'll take a gamble!"
River's expression remained unchanged, a faint smile on his lips as he quickly approached him.
Everyone present turned to watch, curious about the history between the two.
"You're hard to kill, Teach!"
"Even I was surprised."
River sighed with a smile as he stood before Marshall D. Teach.
An overwhelming pressure immediately bore