Zephyr looked at the battered Momonga and his two companions amid the rubble, a fire seemingly burning in his eyes.
His gaze finally settled on the disgusting humanoid creature before him.
"You look disgusting enough. I never expected you to be a lowlife who only knows how to launch sneak attacks, too."
The humanoid creature gradually solidified, finally becoming an agent in white.
He was none other than the last agent in white beneath the Execution Platform.
The agent in white looked at Momonga and his two companions amid the rubble, then at Rayleigh.
Then he said, "Three useless pieces of trash!"
Zephyr's brow furrowed deeply at those words. Though he and the three men now belonged to opposing camps,
the strong bond between teacher and students still remained, no matter what.
Even if they were enemies, he should be the one to deal with them himself.
These three Vice Admirals, Momonga and his companions, were also his favorite soldiers.
How could he let someone else disparage them?
Suppressing his anger, he said, "Heh, and what the hell are you?"
The agent in white narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming somewhat frightening. "You old bastard! You're the first person who's ever dared speak to me like that!"
He was an exalted Senior Agent of the World Government, with a standing in Mary Geoise no lower than that of the Celestial Dragons.
Everyone who saw him had to bow politely.
Even the Fleet Admiral had to address him as "sir."
He had never expected this stinking retired old man to speak so insolently.
Zephyr chuckled. "You're nothing but a dog kept by the World Government. What's there to be proud of?"
He never bothered with courtesy when dealing with true enemies.
"You old bastard! You're fucking asking to die!" The agent