Was this the influence Lin Xuan wielded?
A single unverified battle report had driven these people this mad?
"Bwahahaha! It'd be stranger if they weren't going mad, Sengoku!"
Garp stood beside Sengoku, watching the chaos below. Far from getting angry, he laughed even louder.
He slapped the railing, instantly covering the marble in cracks.
"Quiet!!!"
The roar, infused with Armament Haki, exploded across the plaza like a tangible shock wave.
The seething crowd instantly froze, and thirty thousand pairs of eyes turned toward the platform in unison.
When they saw that burly figure draped in a Justice Coat, their deep-rooted awe finally edged out their frenzy.
"V-Vice Admiral Garp?!"
"And the Fleet Admiral and the Admirals!"
A stir rippled through the crowd. The packed ranks instinctively tried to retreat, only to crush together because there were too many people.
"Make way, all of you!" Laughing, Garp leaped off the platform and landed with a boom in the thickest part of the crowd, throwing up a cloud of dust. "Since you all want to go, let me see whether you little brats even qualify to go and make fools of yourselves!"
That old bastard was making a mess again!
Though Sengoku cursed inwardly, his feet never stopped. He followed Garp into the plaza with the Three Admirals and Tsuru.
Under the pressure of these supreme fighting forces, the packed crowd forcibly opened a passage.
Sengoku walked down it with a cold expression, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers on either side like a blade.
He was searching.
Searching for the evidence the messenger had mentioned.
If this was a farce, he swore he would drag Lin Xuan back and lock him in Impel Down.
But the farther he walked, the heavier Sengoku's heart grew, and the stronger that absurd sense of