"Of course, it's me, unless you've joined the Whitebeard Pirates and become someone else's son!"
Garp's eyes were slightly moist, but he quickly reined in that emotion from seeing his son and adjusted his posture.
Now, he was a Vice Admiral who was to capture World Government wanted criminals, and an irreconcilable enemy to the Revolutionary Army Leader before him.
"Still as short-tempered as ever, Old Man."
Dragon was speechless.
He was the Revolutionary Army Leader; how could he possibly go to a pirate crew and become someone else's son?
His Old Man had always been like this, very tolerant and generous to outsiders, but when it came to teaching his own family, he would always put on an unrelenting stance. The fact that he could live to become the Revolutionary Army Leader was thanks to his own stubborn life.
"Did I hear that right?"
"Did the Revolutionary Army Leader just call him... Old Man?"
Both the Navy and the slaves, as well as the Revolutionary Army forces, erupted in an uproar, all looking at the two in disbelief.
Even Sengoku, who had captured the Revolutionary Army Leader's image and proactively turned the Den Den Mushi to this location, twitched his mouth.
If he hadn't wanted to see Dragon captured by the Navy personally, he would have personally cut off the Den Den Mushi's live broadcast.
"Damn Garp, he's really reckless!"
Sengoku covered his head, feeling a severe headache.
The son of Navy Hero Vice Admiral Garp was actually the leader of the Revolutionary Army. Such a thing being exposed in plain sight would cause immense damage to the Navy's reputation.
"Breaking news: Revolutionary Army Leader Dragon is actually the Navy Hero's biological son!"
The albatrosses began flying around wildly.
What hung around their necks were the Den Den Mushi transmitting the family reunion scene, soon to be sent to the newspaper office for the next issue's front-page headline.
In the Pirate World, not all regions could use Den Den Mushi.
Economically developed towns had giant Den Den Mushi for live projections, and nobles had private Den Den Mushi, but some economically underdeveloped areas still relied on newspapers as an important tool for extracting information.
Garp became uncharacteristically serious and said in a deep voice, "You didn't grow up to be a Marine protecting civilians as I had hoped. No one can be blamed for you going down this path!"
"Wrong?"
Although he was his father, when it came to disputes of spirit and belief, Dragon did not back down in the slightest: "Can right and wrong only be defined by the World Government and the Navy?"
During his time in the Navy, he had also firmly believed in justice.
However, when one bloody incident after another was exposed before his eyes, he chose to leave the Navy.
He traveled to many places, many countries, and it wasn't until the Ohara incident erupted that he finally made up his mind to form a fighting army, determined to embark on a path that even the Four Emperors dared not tread. He wanted to change this world where right and wrong could only be defined by the World Government.
Garp nodded and said, "Without countless righteous Navy continuously advancing, this sea area would be ravaged beyond recognition by pirates and madmen. This is the justice I uphold."
He had joined the Navy since he was young, consistently upholding the justice in his heart, continuously apprehending those heinous pirates, and protecting the safety of the people.
Maintaining order in the Four Seas.
For him, the most important outcome was for civilians to live stable lives.
Dragon looked up, his gaze burning as he looked at his father, and asked, "So, you just stand by and watch the Celestial Dragons harm civilians, completely indifferent? Is that your justice?"
"The Celestial Dragons are trash."
Garp said without hesitation, "But, if there were no World Government, can you imagine what this sea, free from the shackles of rules, would become?"
Even with the deterrence of the Navy Admirals and the reinforcements from various Navy branches,
there were still countless pirates burning, killing, and plundering, ambitious individuals like Crocodile who stole nations, and the Four Emperors of the New World.
If one day, Navy Headquarters lost its ability to control the sea, a world without the shackles of rules would descend into a living hell.
"Damn it, is Garp crazy?!"
Sengoku stomped his feet in anger.
This was a live video broadcast from the Den Den Mushi. How dare he say that the Celestial Dragons were trash in front of the whole world? Had Garp's brain been ruined by eating too many donuts?
It was too late to cut off the broadcast. Garp spoke too quickly, without even any build-up.
He could only pray that Garp would be able to catch Dragon later and atone for his mistakes. With the attention of the entire world's populace, such a meritorious deed should not be punished by the Five Elders, right?
"That's quite bold."
Smoker, in his weakened state, hadn't expected Navy Hero Garp to dare say such a thing.
Even he, who was usually arrogant and unrestrained, wouldn't dare to gossip about the Celestial Dragons.
"The way to prevent a house with a rotting pillar from collapsing is to tear it down and build a new one, not to keep patching it up. That would only lead to the people living in it dying as if imprisoned."
Dragon stared calmly at his father, the man who had repeatedly cornered the Pirate King.
If it were anyone else, he wouldn't believe their hypocritical rhetoric at all.
Most people's compromises stemmed from fear of the Five Elders, fear of the Navy, and obsession with their own power. They merely wanted to whitewash their justice, so they used these words as a cover-up.
But Dragon knew very well that his father was not such a person.
He truly worked to protect civilians, a Marine who dedicated his life to his inner justice.
However, how many such Marines could there be?
"Nonsense! As your Old Man, I must knock some sense into you!"
Garp angrily waved his fist.
He wasn't a fool; his son making such harsh remarks in public would only exacerbate the Revolutionary Army's danger and make their future situation even more difficult.
His anger stemmed from an old father's affection for his son.
The two wrestled together.
To everyone's surprise, neither side released any game skills; they simply relied on their physical prowess to contend, as if trying to subdue the other into submission.
"Old Man, your fists are too soft. It seems the Navy's corruption is too severe, making your justice age, perhaps?"
"Brat, your fists are too tender."
Everyone looked on with strange expressions. The situation before them was oddly peculiar, causing them to not step forward to help either side.
It wasn't until Garp was grabbed by Dragon's five fingers around his neck and flung away, crashing into the street wall, that their fight finally ceased.
"Old Man, you're old."
Clearly, the Revolutionary Army Leader held the advantage in this battle.
The Revolutionary Army members let out a cheer.
Garp coughed as he got up from the ground, nonchalantly dusting off his clothes, and said, "My Iron Fist of Love for my son and grandson won't dull with age. Since you're so stubborn, I'll show you the new ability I've awakened."
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