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

Ron glanced at the sympathy products, nutritional products, and blessing cards piled up like a hill beside his hospital bed, and then looked at the empty surroundings of the extra hospital bed, and understood everything instantly.

"I said Lieutenant General Jiaji, if you really don't like it... you can actually apply for a different bed."

He gave a wry smile helplessly.

Jia Ji curled his lips,

"I don't want it!"

He stuffed half of the banana in his mouth into his mouth, chewing and muttering:

"There are only a few high-rise wards, I don't want to face those guys all day long."

Ron thought for a while after hearing the words, and nodded his head in agreement.

indeed.

No one wants to be sick friends with Sakarski and the others.

One smokes a cigar every day, and then stares at you with a gloomy and cold face without speaking, which makes people creepy;

Sleeping soundly all day long, feeling weak;

Another one is to stare at your injury with various weird tones, and then say "it's so scary" with "surprise" on your face...

"Anyway, with you, I can still eat enough money!"

Jia Ji said indignantly, unceremoniously picked up a bag of nutrition from Ron's bedside, opened it and stuffed it into his mouth.

He gritted his teeth, as if the nutritional supplement had some deep hatred with him.

Tuk Tuk Tuk…

At this time, there was a steady and powerful knock on the door.

"come in."

Ron replied weakly with a hoarse voice.

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Chapter 5 Scratch... Scratch?

The door of the ward was slowly pushed open.

A tall figure with deep and cold imposing manner walked in slowly with a thick cigar in its mouth.

Sakalski was casually wearing a scarlet suit jacket, with his chest open, revealing the bandages on his sternum and waist, and a large general's cloak on his suit jacket.

"General Sakalski."

A smile appeared on Ron's tired and pale face, and he said softly.

Just as he was about to get out of bed and salute, Sakaski interrupted his movement with a wave of his hand.

"Don't be cautious."

He glanced at the horrific injuries on Ron's body, and his blunt tone contained undisguised admiration.

"You did a good job in this war."

"Admiral Sakalski is overrepresented." Ron said modestly.

Although he killed Ace and Whitebeard, which is considered to be a direct defeat of the Whitebeard Pirates, anyone can see that the person who really played the biggest role in the navy in this battle is the injured man in front of him. Light Admiral.

With the most powerful and courageous posture, he fought against the "world's strongest man" Whitebeard alone, and left many fatal and terrifying penetrating wounds on the latter's body, wounding him to a crippled state.

The terrifying penetrating destructive power of the magma fruit, which is close to "real damage", is enough to make anyone tremble and fear.

Ron knew well that he had just picked up the head.

Sakaski exhaled a thick smoke and nodded.

"Recover well, the old man is looking forward to your future performance."

Ron replied solemnly:

"Yes! Admiral Sakaski!"

Sakaski seemed to think of something, frowned and said:

"...The blockade of the main ship of the Whitebeard Pirates during the war, the old man hopes that you can notify me in advance next time."

"The two guys Kuzan and Polusalino are too unreliable."

Ron smiled helplessly.

At this time, another lazy voice sounded from the door of the ward.

"Ah la la... I seem to have heard something I shouldn't have heard."

Ron's mouth twitched.

Sakaski frowned.

Jia Ji's eyes lit up on the bed next to him, he picked up a large watermelon from the pile of gifts on the ground, broke open the two halves, and sat down in a comfortable position.

Kuzan, with a black blindfold on his forehead, walked into the ward sleepily, holding a bottle of sherry in his hand.

"General Kuzan!"

Seeing the familiar figure of Kuzan, Ron just wanted to raise his hand to salute.

Unexpectedly, Kuzan threw the bottle of sherry in his hand to Ron, interrupted the latter's movement, then scratched his head and said:

"It's too noisy outside, I can't sleep well."

"Of course it seems that this ward is not quiet..."

He glanced at Sakarski with his hands folded, seemingly casually.

Ron took the flying sherry with a "bang", with a somewhat strange expression on his face.

He always felt as if there was a cold murderous aura spreading in the air.

"If you are really sleepy, go back and rest, Kuzan... After all, your injury is not serious."

Sakaski said coldly.

Ron could see that Kuzan's walking posture was a bit wrong, probably because he was injured in the war.

Kuzan yawned greatly, disapprovingly said:

"To each other, Sakalski."

Ron:  …

These two guys have left a lot of hatred and conflicts since the O'Hara incident many years ago, and they haven't been able to deal with each other since then.

The corners of Ron's mouth twitched slightly as he looked at the two generals of the headquarters who were silent and each was suicidal.

What about the Marshal of the Warring States Period?

Why hasn't Marshal of the Warring States come yet!

Anyone can come here, otherwise this murderous look will always feel that they will do something here at any time, Ron couldn't help but think in his heart.

At this moment, as if Goddess of Fate had heard Ron's prayer, a voice suddenly came from the door of the ward.

However, the moment he heard the voice, Ron's eyelids couldn't stop shaking.

The eyes of Jiaji next to him were even brighter, with a look of great interest.

"It's really lively here..."

Polusalino walked in with his usual slow tone and a teasing expression.

Wearing a yellow and white suit, he walked slowly in front of Ron, stroked the stubble on his chin with one hand, carefully looked at the latter's injuries, and said in surprise and curiosity:

"It's so scary...you actually survived."

"Multiple organs in the whole body were overdrawn and failed, more than 30.00% of the skeletal muscles were torn, and a large amount of blood was lost...Anyone else would have died long ago. He really has a physique like a monster..."

"Major General Ron, after you recover, is it convenient to go to the Science Department and let the old man study your body?"

"—No need for General Polusalino." Ron's face darkened, and he refused indifferently.

"What a pity..." Polusalino helplessly raised his hands with a look of regret.

He glanced at Sakalski vaguely, and muttered in a voice that others could clearly hear:

"The old man even gave you the command of the pacifist fleet, and cooperated with you in the blockade of the main Whitebeard ship..."

Ron:  …

Please don't get angry!

He suddenly saw that Sakalski's expression became more and more frightening, as if a meteor volcano might blow up the military hospital at any time, so he coughed violently a few times, and said "weakly":

"That... everyone, thank you for your visit, but I still hope that I can recuperate quietly."

Kuzan shrugged: "When you recover, find me a drink after you leave the hospital."

After speaking, he was the first to leave the ward.

"After leaving the hospital, come to the old man's office. The old man has something to discuss with you."

After saying this, Sakaski didn't stop at all, turned around and strode away.

Just as he was about to step out of the ward door, his footsteps suddenly paused, and a cold voice came.

"Lieutenant General Jiaji, remember to salute when you see your superiors in the future."

"A soldier should look like a soldier."

Jia Ji, who was eating melons enthusiastically, almost choked to death, covered his neck with one hand, and raised his hand crookedly to salute with his face blushing.

Sakaski looked at him expressionlessly, the killing intent in his eyes made Jiaji sweat down his back, and then walked out of the ward.