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

"Then let it be like this. Since you have been seriously injured, you should not participate in this public execution."

"You are not allowed to return to the headquarters until the war is over."

"This time, the prisoner riots in the advancing city caused serious damage and a large number of casualties. You will stay there to help Magellan deal with the follow-up matters."

Garp's face turned pale when he heard the words, his lips trembled, but in the end he couldn't say a word.

"Ron, you did a good job this time. I have read the specific battle report. You will maintain the position of acting director of the city from now on."

Ron nodded and said:

"No problem, Sengoku Marshal."

"Well... are you ready?" Zhan Guo asked in a deep voice.

Ron said: "It's already ready."

"Very good...then you can go right away."

Warring States paused, and said in a complicated and authentic tone:

"Above the war...the Navy needs a hero no matter what."

Blue!

Phone worm communication cut off.

Ron and Garp fell silent again.

"Go, brat, Sengoku is right, at least in this war, the navy needs a hero."

At a certain moment, Garp suddenly broke the silence.

He raised his head and smiled at Ron.

"The old man is very old, maybe it's time to retire...cough cough cough..."

Garp coughed a few times, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ron took a deep look at Garp, turned around, and took a step.

"Boy Ron..."

After walking a few steps, Garp's hoarse voice sounded again behind him.

Ron paused.

Garp stared at Ron's back in a trance with his old eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Being a hero is actually very tiring."

"So the old man, this hero, failed very much."

He paused for a moment,

"……terribly sorry."

Ron stood there in silence for a long time.

Yes, being a hero is exhausting.

From the moment Garp rescued Luffy, he knew the final answer.

Between Ace and Luffy, he chose Luffy.

Not because he loves Luffy more, nor because he doesn't love Ace.

It's just because Ace, who has been targeted by the world government and the navy as a public execution target, cannot be saved.

This is also the meaning of the order of the Warring States Period to prohibit him from participating in the execution.

"Get some rest, Mr. Karp."

Ron said lightly, and his figure disappeared into the deepest part of the passage.

In the huge passageway, Garp was the only one left, sitting alone on the cold floor.

He lowered his head.

tick,

tick,

Hot tears dripped down his cheeks to the ground.

The walls are gray and dilapidated, and the torches on the walls flicker and flicker.

In the dim yellow light of the fire,

The world famous naval hero,

Sitting there slumped,

gritted teeth,

Crying broke down.

"...Damn hero!"

He punched the ground.

Blood, oozing.

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this battle,

More than 3% of the criminals held in the city were killed and more than 6% were injured.

Advancing the city jailers and guards, a total of 1529 people were killed and 3136 were injured.

The deep sea prison suffered unprecedented damage, and property losses were uncountable.

Von Klay died.

Garp was seriously injured, and he was forbidden to leave the city for half a step, and his hair turned white overnight.

And the instigator of all this,

The first sentence after the rescue woke up was:

"I'm going to rescue Ace."

—he doesn't know anything.

He will know nothing.

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Chapter 57

Advancing City University Prison is eerily quiet.

Ron walked among the ruins, and there were ruins everywhere.

A burly figure stood in the shadows at the end of the passage, waiting quietly.

The black sunglasses reflected dancing candles, and in the shadows, the red lights of cigars flickered, like stars trembling in the dark night.

"Teacher Zefa."

Ron came to the man, raised his hand and gave a military salute solemnly.

Zefa waved his hand, looking quite tired.

"Kap that bastard still can't die?"

After a moment of silence, he exhaled a long puff of smoke, and asked in a hoarse voice, seemingly inadvertently.

Ron said calmly:

"With Mr. Garp's physique, such an injury will recover after a few days."

Zepha nodded and handed Ron a cigar.

Ron was not polite, took the ignition, and took a deep breath.

Feeling the spicy smoke of the cigar rolling in the throat, the tense spirit seemed to relax a little.

Another moment of silence.

At the end of the long passage, the pair of master and apprentice, who were quite similar in character and style, just smoked cigarettes without saying a word.

With cigars in their mouths, they leaned against the cold wall, enjoying this moment of tranquility under the dying fire.

Perhaps they all know in their hearts that once they step out of this narrow passage, they will have to shoulder the wind and rain in the outside world and support the heavy justice behind them.

When the cigar was about to be exhausted, Zefa suddenly let out a long breath, took out something from his arms, and handed it to Ron.

"This is something that 'Shemale King' Ivankov accidentally dropped during the previous battle."

The moment Ron saw that thing, his whole body trembled suddenly, and he didn't even feel the ashes of the cigar falling on his hands.

It was a palm-sized red notebook.

There are four words imprinted on the notebook - "Revolutionary Quotations".

Zefa's face was covered by the shadow, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

But his tone was extremely hoarse, revealing a shocking heaviness.

"Ivankov is the commander of the Great Channel of the Revolutionary Army and one of the top cadres of the Revolutionary Army."

"And it records a lot of your speeches on different occasions. The old man looked through them. In addition to your speeches, he also wrote some theories that can be called 'shocking'."

"'A single spark can start a prairie fire';"