"Garp..."
Sengoku stared at Garp, paused, "This guy got injured recently, his condition is bad. Sending him to fight may only cause chaos."
"Then..." Saturn frowned slightly.
"There are other people at Headquarters."
Sengoku turned his head to the door, "Someone! Get in touch with Zephyr immediately! Have him drop the recruit training task and rush to Shampodi at full speed!"
"Zephyr?"
Saturn nodded, very satisfied with this decision, "If he can be deployed, it's a better choice."
"Black Arm" Zephyr.
Although he has retired, he was a former Navy Grand Admiral, and his strength is still formidable.
More importantly, even the Holy Land already knows, Garp, that old fellow, has an old friendship with Shano, seemingly knowing him for many years.
But with Zephyr, it's different.
After experiencing the murder of his students, the one-armed Zephyr became extremely vengeful and hated pirates, never having had any interaction with the Endgame.
Thinking about it, he will deliver a more reassuring answer.
...
Navy Headquarters, Recruit Training Camp.
The evening sun spread its residual glow over the training grounds, dyeing the sand with a crimson gold hue. Young Navy members, drenched in sweat, paired off for combat training.
"Persist for ten more sets!"
Zephyr stood at the edge, shouting with a toothpick between his lips, "Don't tell me you're tired. Real pirates won't stop attacking just because you're exhausted!"
The recruits grimaced, clenched their teeth, and continued swinging their fists.
Suddenly, urgent footsteps sounded from the edge of the training field, the orderly almost stumbling as he rushed over.
"Instructor Zephyr! Emergency orders!"
Zephyr unfolded the file, skimmed it briefly, and immediately furrowed his brows.
Why is it the Heavenly Celestial Dragon again?
Humph, wants him to clean up their mess? He's no longer in the Grand Admiral position, no longer directly under them, by what right!
Zephyr almost instinctively wanted to refuse.
But suddenly remembered, he hadn't received such an emergency order for a long time.
If even someone like him, retreating to the second line, must be dispatched, Headquarters must really lack personnel...
"Decided by Sengoku?"
Zephyr squinted his eyes and asked.
"Yes, Mr. Zephyr."
In the end, unwilling to trouble an old friend, Zephyr hesitated for a moment, sighed, and instructed the adjutant behind him:
"Have Aine and Binzi immediately gather people at the docks and proceed together. This counts as a good training opportunity."
"Understood, Instructor Zephyr!"
The adjutant hurried off, Zephyr grabbed the Cloak of Justice, draped it over himself, gazed toward the end of the horizon, and murmured somewhat displeased:
"This time, fighting alongside Borsalino, huh..."
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Shampodi, amusement park entrance.
Time ticked by.
Jack sat on the backs of two Heavenly Celestial Dragons, seemingly bored from waiting, occasionally yawning or stretching, occasionally flipping a loud fart, causing the Charulia Palace and Saint Pulminge below to groan painfully.
The surrounding Navy Soldiers stared wide-eyed at the scene, their expressions varied, yet no one dared to act rashly.
"Hmm? Is it Instructor Zephyr coming?"
Kizaru, meanwhile, was answering a call, scratching his chin, his expression turning somewhat intriguingly odd, "Sengoku, is there no other candidate to send?"
"This isn't the time to be picky! Rest assured, several Vice Admirals will accompany you, the dispatched forces are enough to seal off the entire Shampodi."
Sengoku said solemnly:
"But the ultimate decision still lies with the Divine Knight Order over there. Once the lords from the Holy Land arrive, hand over command to them immediately."
"Ah, understood."
Kizaru hung up the call and looked at the sky, "But so far, there's no movement at all, soon it will be overtime, truly troubling..."
"Six minutes, time's up."
Almost as he muttered this, Shano, sitting cross-legged on a rock, gazed at Kizaru and calmly spoke:
"Borsalino, seems the Divine Knight Order's efficiency is even slower than I imagined, go ahead, Jack."
"Yes, boss!"
Jack immediately reached behind, pulled out the Crescent Scythe, "Two choices, really troubling, well, who to start with first?"
"No, don't..."
Saint Pulminge's lips trembled, crying and pleading, "Start with Charulia's, please, start with her first, this Saint... this Saint can't be disabled, I can give you money, lots and lots of money..."
"Pulminge!"
The Charulia Palace immediately shook with rage, she struggled to lift her head and screamed hysterically, "You, you coward, how dare you... hey! Big guy, no matter what he offers, I'll give double, no, triple! Start with him, start with him for me!"
"Bitch!"
"Dead mushroom head!"
The two twisted their heads and cursed at each other, lobbing all sorts of vile insults, revealing their ugly sides.
"Shut up!"
Jack growled angrily, and when they both fell silent, his contemptuous gaze fell on Saint Pulminge's face:
"Without thinking, you immediately start selling out your companions, typical of the Heavenly Celestial Dragon, truly disgusting, hey, mushroom head, since you sold out first, you'll be the first."
"No!"
Jack remained unmoved, his scythe flashed coldly, and he swung down without hesitation!
"Ahhh!!"
In the midst of the shrill screams, Saint Pulminge's right arm responded and severed, blood gushed out, he convulsed in pain, wailing incessantly.
Kizaru stepped forward with a somber expression, seemingly reluctant, trying to intervene, but Kuina had already drawn the Wado Ichimonji, blocking coldly in the middle.