Chapter 82 The Seven Warlords Meeting: Iron Fist Garp AppearsThe next day.
"Naval Headquarters Broadcast: Donquixote Doflamingo, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, has arrived at Mary Geoise Port."
"Bartholomew Kuma has also arrived."
In a spacious and solemn conference room.
Two rear admirals, clad in the cloak of justice, were now wrestling uncontrollably like puppets.
"Stop! What are you doing? Stop it!"
"Damn it! My body won't obey me!"
"Are you trying to kill me, you bastard!"
"Damn it! My hands are moving on their own!"
Vice Admiral Tsuru, sitting to the side with her eyes closed, frowned as she watched the several disgraceful naval officers.
The quality of the current mid-level naval officers is seriously lacking.
At this moment, one of the faster-reacting Marines suddenly realized what was happening and roared at the figure sitting on the windowsill:
"Doflamingo! Are you playing tricks?! Stop it!"
Doflamingo grinned, his fingers moving nimbly like he was playing the piano, as if invisible threads connected the joints of these men.
"Hmph, if you don't want to escalate things, then hurry up and finish your business so this utterly boring tea party can end."
With that, Doflamingo flicked his finger, manipulating the Marine to draw his longsword.
"Stop! You madman!"
The two Marines were terrified, seeing a tragic scene of fratricide about to unfold.
"Enough! This is a conference room, not a gladiatorial arena!"
A furious shout, like a thunderclap, came from the corridor.
Immediately afterwards, a visible shockwave swept across, instantly shattering the invisible parasitic threads in the air.
Doflamingo scoffed, reluctantly retracting his fingers.
At that moment, the current Fleet Admiral Sengoku, sporting an afro, led in a goat eating paper, a comical seagull hat on his head, his face dark.
"Baa!"
"Oh, sorry, sorry, I haven't greeted everyone yet."
Sengoku apologized, but a mocking smile played on his lips. "I never expected you bunch of sea scum would actually come to the meeting."
Doflamingo's laughter grew even more arrogant, showing no anger at the "scum" label: "Oh? Is the Fleet Admiral praising me indirectly?"
Sengoku completely ignored the scoundrel and went straight to Vice Admiral Tsuru, sitting down beside him.
"Meeting, meeting! I don't think anyone else will show up anytime soon. Only two of the six Shichibukai are here. The attendance rate is truly pathetic."
"If Vice Admiral Luffy ever gets the urge to take you all out, these meetings will probably never need to happen again."
Hearing Luffy's name, Doflamingo's face instantly darkened, and he subconsciously touched his aching chest.
"I didn't want to come to this boring gathering in the first place. If it weren't for the fact that our island's construction is going so smoothly and I'm bored out of my mind, who would want to come to this godforsaken place?"
With that, Doflamingo plopped down on the conference table without any decorum, looking down at Sengoku without giving him any face.
"I see. That's really a headache."
Sengoku smiled at Doflamingo, his tone meaningful, "The more successful your pirate business becomes, the harder life becomes for us Marines."
"Looks like Vice Admiral Luffy should take some time to visit your island. Who knows what kind of shady surprise he might discover."
"You old bastard!"
Doflamingo's forehead veins bulged as he glared at Sengoku.
Couldn't he have chosen someone else?! Just hearing that name makes me furious!
At that moment, a cold voice echoed from the shadows of the passageway again:
"After listening to so much pointless nonsense, I'm starting to wonder if I've entered the wrong room."
Hawkeye Mihawk, carrying a massive black sword and with sharp eyes, strode in with steady steps.
He glanced sideways at Doflamingo sitting at the table, his tone flat: "Before Vice Admiral Luffy goes to you, I think you should fight me first, let me see if you're worthy of that man's attention."
Doflamingo was completely dumbfounded.
Damn it! Whose side are you on?
What did I do to you? Why is everyone attacking me?
Little did he know, Hawkeye simply didn't want Luffy, his "confidant" with considerable swordsmanship, to be challenged by some nobody.
"Hawkeye!"
Everyone present looked surprised.
Mihawk slowly walked into the conference room, nodding slightly to Sengoku: "If the Marine Headquarters and the Seven Warlords still hold this antagonistic attitude, then there's no need for this roundtable meeting to continue, is there?"
"Hmph! I never expected even the least likely lone wolf to show up."
Doflamingo couldn't help but sneer.
At their level, even if the Seven Warlords of the Sea had never met, they knew each other's awful tempers inside and out.
Hawkeye, always unconventional and arrogant, spent his days sailing around in his little coffin-ship, basically ignoring everyone.
This time, he actually showed up for the Navy's summons meeting—it was like the sun rising in the west!
Hawkeye completely ignored Doflamingo, instead turning to Sengoku and saying:
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, I hope you can arrange a reunion for me with Vice Admiral Luffy. I've recently gained some new insights into swordsmanship and would like to spar with him again."
Sengoku was stunned.
Is Luffy's swordsmanship really that amazing? Even the world's greatest swordsman is still thinking about him?
Wasn't that just news Morgans made up to grab attention?
However, Sengoku naturally wouldn't refuse such a powerful outsider's offer of goodwill, and quickly laughed it off: "Of course, of course, I really didn't expect you to come."
Hawkeye pulled out a chair and sat down: "It's nothing, just a spur-of-the-moment decision to come and listen in."
"Then, would I also have the honor of listening in as well?"
Just then, a soft, feminine voice suddenly came from outside the window.
Lafayette, dressed in a suit and top hat, holding a cane, appeared on the windowsill like a ghost.
"No, this might be a little different from simply listening in..."
"No way!"
Before Lafayette could finish speaking, a furious shout full of childlike mischief suddenly rang out.
Under everyone's bewildered gaze...
A gigantic fist, like a cannonball, instantly filled Lafayette's vision.
Bang!
The seemingly arrogant Lafayette didn't even have time to scream before being sent flying by the punch, transforming into a shooting star in the sky.
"Garp? Why are you hiding there?"
Sengoku stared at Garp, who was calmly picking his nose by the window, his jaw nearly dropping in astonishment. "What did you just knock away?"
"Huh? I don't know, I didn't see clearly."
Garp flicked a booger from his nose and said smugly,
"My precious grandson called and specifically instructed me to keep an eye on the window if you guys hold this 'selection of scumbags' meeting."
"He said if any fool dares to jump out and spout nonsense, give them a loving punch to shut them up."
Looking at the smug, "Praise me!" expression on Garp's face, Sengoku felt his blood pressure soaring, and he wanted nothing more than to rush over and punch him.