Daker silently reeled in suspicion, a fine layer of sweat seeping from the palm gripping his axe handle.
Back when I was aboard Rocks's ship, I tore Marine Vice Admirals apart. One look at my killing intent would scare an ordinary person to death!
Why hasn't this brat's breathing faltered even a little?!
Something's wrong... That pressure coming off him is nothing like some wet-behind-the-ears kid barely into his twenties!
Could the information that black-robed man gave us be true? Did this guy single-handedly crush the Marines' Three Emperor Alliance Army head-on?!
The vicious grin on Daker's face gradually stiffened, and a trace of unconcealable apprehension flashed deep in his eyes.
"You arrogant little bastard!"
Moga, however, had not noticed Daker's wavering. The flesh on his face shook violently, his eyes filled with cruelty and savagery.
"Do you know that when I started killing people out at sea, your short-lived parents hadn't even been born yet?!"
"Since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll give you a big present first!"
Grinning viciously, Moga pulled a tattered garment from behind him and casually flung it onto the damp, muddy clearing.
It was a white cloak long since soaked through with blood and filth.
On its back, the once-imposing word "Justice" had been torn beyond recognition.
"Old Man Garp's Justice Cloak?!"
Ryan's eyes flew wide, and an enraged roar burst from his mouth.
"You bastards! How dare you treat Vice Admiral Garp like this!"
Carrot's rabbit ears shot upright, blue-white Mink Tribe Electro surging around her. "Unforgivable! What have you done to Grandpa Garp?!"
"What have we done? Gahahahaha!"
Moga laughed brazenly, raised his right foot, clad in a Steel-Spiked Combat Boot, and stomped hard on the cloak.
Crack!
With a piercing sound of tearing cloth, the steel spikes beneath Moga's