This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

He didn't finish his sentence,

The bursting golden light suddenly rose, drowning their figures in an instant.

Boom! !

Outside the central military fortress, the patrolling naval guards suddenly heard a loud noise that shook the sky.

They looked up subconsciously, and saw a huge shock wave of golden light crashing through one side of the wall of the military fortress, blasting a huge hole, and a large number of rocks crashing down to the ground.

And in the golden shock wave, several pale figures dragged bleeding lines and flew into the distance like cannonballs.

They stared at this scene dumbfounded, and then seemed to realize something, their bodies trembled, and they quickly lowered their heads, pretending not to see it.

Inside the Marshal's office.

Zefa and Garp stared dumbfounded at the murderous Sengoku who had regained his human form, exchanged glances quickly, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help twitching.

Once an honest person gets angry... I really can't afford it.

too frightening.

Only Staff Officer Crane sat down again, she looked at Zefa with a dazed expression, smiled with deep meaning in her eyes and said:

"Zefa, how do you think the news about the secret execution of Ron by the five elders of the world government leaked out?"

Zefa was stunned.

Is it...

A thought popped up in his mind, which made him look at Warring States in the meeting room in shock.

That figure with long black braids stood in front of the dilapidated wall with his arms crossed, staring into the distance with a gloomy expression. The marshal's cloak representing the highest authority in the navy danced wildly! !

He understood everything in an instant and froze in place.

Staff Officer Crane smiled, but sighed in his heart.

The Big Three of the Navy,

Known as the "Pillar of Justice",

Zefa, Karp, and Sengoku are famous all over the world.

Zefa's peaches and plums are all over the world, and his military exploits are illustrious;

Garp is powerful and won the title of hero;

Only the admiral of the Warring States Period, who is usually gentle and resourceful, is far inferior to the previous two in terms of reputation and sense of presence.

But a lot of people forget the fact that...

Staff Officer He raised his head and looked at the plaque hanging on the wall behind the marshal's office.

Admiral of the Navy Headquarters, the Warring States of Buddha... is the only one among the existing high-level navy that has the domineering look of a king.

And the justice he executes is called...

— Justice that reigns supreme! !

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I ask for everything, I am very grateful. Regarding the justice of the Warring States Period, I will not discuss it here, and the plot will unfold later.

Chapter 4 Drake is Hot

No wind belt.

The scorching sun cast down from the sky, making the air scorched and suffocating.

Ron, who was in shackles, stood calmly on the deck, looking calmly at the distant sea.

A huge black silhouette slowly emerged at the end of the sea as the warship advanced.

The world's first prison, push the city!

Looking at the forbidding and oppressive advancing city, even Ron, who is as determined as Ron, couldn't help feeling a strange emotion in his heart.

The last time I came to Advance City, I was escorting the felon "Fire Fist" Ace as a navy "hero".

But this time, it was the one who was escorted.

He looked down at the Hailou stone shackles in his hand, and with a thought, the short black hair suddenly stretched out like a living thing, and the thick hair intertwined, precisely drilled into the keyhole of the Hailou stone shackles.

Give it a little turn.

Click!

The Hailou stone shackles were easily opened.

Ron rubbed the red mark that was numb from the shackles, and let out a long breath.

"It's such a terrifying ability to control the body... Life return has been developed to such an extent, even the guys in the CP department probably can't compare to you."

A slow, lazy voice came from behind.

Ron turned around, looked at Polusalino lying on the beach chair like a salted fish, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly and said:

"By the way, General Polusalino, if I unshackle you, don't you care?"

Polusalino raised his hands indifferently and said:

"You're not going to run away anyway, are you?"

Ron sighed.

This guy is too smart, especially the weird smile that always evokes on the corner of his mouth, and he always feels that his every move is completely seen through.

Ron had seen it in Dressrosa.

The bastard Polusalino didn't stop his plan to kill Doflamingo at all.

Stopping it symbolically is Polusalino's biggest confession to the Warring States.

For Polusalino, who doesn't care about anything, who upholds the ambiguous justice of "this is okay, that's okay", neither Doflamingo nor the noble Tianlongren can cheer him up.

As for letting him kill Doflamingo, I'm afraid it's more to watch the excitement.

Well, after all, the old man of the Warring States Period silently took on everything.

Ron walked slowly to Polusalino's side and lay down on another beach chair.

As for why there are two beach chairs?

Isn't that obvious...he didn't think of Ron as a prisoner at all.

Ron simply ignored Polusalino's position and thoughts, took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one.

Smoke enveloped Ron's angular face, and he slowly fell into thought.

Polusalino next to him didn't care, just narrowed his eyes, as if dozing off.

Cigarette time.

When the cigarettes burned out, the warship also approached the city of advance.

"Report to General Polusalino, we have arrived in Advance City!"

A messenger came over and saluted loudly.

While speaking, he glanced at Ron and the sea tower stone shackles that were unlocked by the latter.

Polusalino opened his eyes, smiled and said:

"The old man sent it to you."

Ron nodded.

"It's troublesome."

He stood up slowly and walked towards the warship step by step.

Pushing forward to the first floor of the city sea, two familiar faces, Hannibal and Domino, had already led a group of jailers waiting there.

Tears welled up in their eyes, crying.

"We meet again, Hannibal, Domino..."

Ron smiled lightly.

Domino's eyes were red, and he bit his lower lip with his white teeth, hesitant to speak.

Hannibal also knelt down on the ground with a plop, hugged Ron's thighs tightly with both hands, and said with a sob:

"Major General Ron! You must not give up!"

"There must be a way!!"

Looking at Hannibal's excited and angry look, Ron felt a warm current in his heart.

However, what Hannibal said next made Ron's face darken suddenly.

"—If you're going to die, no one will speak for me, and I won't be able to replace that bastard Magellan as the director of Propel City."

"Ah, that's not right, I slipped my tongue... I mean, you will definitely not die! At least you shouldn't die in Advance City!"

Ron:  …

As expected of you, Hannibal, if you don’t forget your original intention, you will always be there.

Listen to me, thank you, warm the four seasons.

He sighed and kicked Hannibal away calmly,

"Where's Director Magellan?"

Hannibal wiped his tears and said:

"That guy is dealing with officials of the World Government, ah no, Director Magellan is not feeling well."

He suddenly covered his mouth.