Pirate: I'm not the King of the Sea, so don't mess with me.

Snapped!

A newspaper was thrown angrily onto the table.

Sengoku, who had been extremely busy recently due to a "series of incidents", could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He suddenly picked up the teacup at hand and threw it towards a figure standing in the office.

The tall and straight figure stood lazily and silently moved a small step to the side to avoid the tea cup that was attacking the door in front of him.

The tea cup passed over his shoulder and neck, and fell to the floor behind him with a clatter, completely shattered.

The furious voice of the Warring States Marshal sounded in the office:

——Yes, he is already a marshal. The former marshal Cyborg Kong realized that something was not going well, so he quit the group chat without stopping and took up a higher position. Therefore, the recent series of commotions should be handled by Seng Guo, the poor new marshal who was pushed to the top. It was also because of this that the busy Sengoku Sang didn't even have a grand 'appointment ceremony' and just took over the troublesome things hastily.

"Look what good things you have done?"

"As one of the most powerful generals in the Navy, Sakaski was left alone to face Douglas Barrett!"

"What about you?"

Sengoku pointed at his nose and cursed.

"What did you do? Go to the paradise to find Zenia? And you happened to meet a guy like Pluto Rayleigh?"

After roaring several times in succession, Warring States took a breath, then widened his eyes and continued roaring: "Where is Zheniya? You brought her back?"

"Is it good now? Are you telling me that Zhenia was taken away by that red-haired bastard? Huh?"

The carefully groomed beard trembled with anger, and the angry face of Seng Guo had conspicuous dark circles, obviously he was heartbroken.

The criticism continues and becomes more severe.

"Forget it if we didn't bring anyone back, Kuzan and Sakaski were seriously injured!"

Porusalino, who was being criticized by pointing at his nose, glanced up, and his expression of being scolded showed a bit of carelessness that was visible to the naked eye.

Kuzan's injury was naturally caused by working with him to deal with Rayleigh. Although they barely had the upper hand two on one, the man's actual combat experience was so rich that it was inevitable to suffer a hidden loss.

As for Sakaski, in order for him to bring Yaya back to his headquarters as soon as possible, that guy 'voluntarily' stayed to face Barrett alone. What's more, with Sakaski's ability, even though the serious injury was so tragic, As an opponent, Douglas Barrett also gained absolutely nothing.

As a monster, Porusalino was not worried about the recovery of those two people at all.

Now, as one of the participants, he was able to stand here and be trained simply because his injuries were minor.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Sengoku's roar rang in my ears again: "You bastard, why are you still in a trance?"

The familiar sound of breaking wind interrupted Porusalino's thoughts.

He instinctively tilted his head to hide.

Well!

The man blinked innocently.

If I read it correctly, what just flew over was the teapot that matched the torn teacup.

His cold and indifferent eyes glanced at Marshal Warring States' desk lightly.

I thought casually: It's fine now, Teacup and Teapot can finally be reunited in hell.

Warring States was so angry at his careless attitude that he yelled: "Write a 10,000-word review and submit it to me. If you don't submit it, you can't leave the scope of the headquarters."

Immediately afterwards, Porusalino was ruthlessly kicked out of the marshal's office.

Standing outside the door, Porusalino put one hand in his pocket and rubbed the tip of his nose, blinking innocently with his drooping eyes.

Thoughts without any conscience: Yeah~ It’s within my words~ It seems that I really made Mr. Sengoku very angry this time~

But Sengoku's words really caught him.

Are you not allowed to leave the headquarters?

That won't work, he still has to go find Yaya.

Porusalino is not a man of love. The fact that he has climbed to his current position and that he was the only one left standing intact among the three people dispatched in this incident are enough to illustrate the terrifying and deep thoughts of this man.

During the days when he lost Yaya, Porusalino was leisurely and lazy both at work and after get off work. He tried his best to leave things he could not do himself to his subordinates. He sat in the office and trimmed his nails, living with the upcoming events. Just like retired cadres.

But Yaya's return seemed to inject some vitality into this man.

He no longer wants to spend his days fishing in the office. He wants to date the woman he loves.

The man who was born indifferent was obsessed with salary before he met Yaya. He accepted orders with the mentality of a monk hitting the clock every day, and completed his part of the responsibilities quickly and perfectly.

But after getting to know Yaya, he planned everything about Yaya within the scope of his life, and was even able to manage both work and love, and handle all possible conflicts smoothly.

However, it is his confidence in his own strength and mind that makes the usually smooth man a little more willful than a man in a high position.

Just like...

As he turned to leave the marshal's office, he rubbed his chin, pouted, and tilted his head, thinking:

A 10,000-word review is a lot.

But it's all handled by the adjutant.

His current position is enough for him to protect his beloved woman and "do whatever he wants" within the scope of his authority, so he might as well mobilize the intelligence authority of Paradise to obtain information about Yaya.

By the way, I asked the adjutant to call a battleship while he was writing the review, and go to sea while the two guys were lying on the hospital bed and couldn't get up.

There is a disciple Zhan Momowan watching over the science force, and the clerical work and financial work are all handled by smart subordinates.

He can be deployed at any time...

His steps paused slightly.

He thought casually: But Mr. Sengoku is the boss after all, and he can't make things difficult for his boss, so I'll catch a group of pirates while going to find Yaya.

Porusalino, who happily decided on his next trip, put his hands in his pockets in a good mood and walked quickly to his office.

And it was because of such an understatement that the park went through an inhumane purge in the following period.

Of course, the only ones being purged are the unlucky pirates.

As for the person he had been looking for, he crossed the windless zone and arrived at a stronghold in the South China Sea under the leadership of his extremely clever vice-captain.

*

"That guy Kizaru really made a big fuss!"

Lime Jones wiped his weapon while looking away from the contents of the spread newspaper.

He said these words with emotion, showing admiration for the deputy captain's mind.

Beckman, who was sitting cross-legged opposite Lime Jones, closed the newspaper spread out on his knees, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

The smoke curled up, making the deep brows look even more elusive under the lingering mist: "Although I can't guess what that man's other thoughts are, but if it's about Zheniya..."

He curled his fingers and tapped the paper of the newspaper, making a dull banging sound: "It's not difficult to guess the purpose behind his series of actions."

On the side, Jesus put his hands behind his head. After hearing this, he glanced at Beckman, then continued to look up at the sky, and asked casually: "As a general of the headquarters, would it look stupid to expose your weaknesses in such a high-profile way?"

蠢？

Beckman curled his lips and sneered: "Do you think a guy who can destroy the Holy Land twice in a row and be shot once and still be alive and intact can be called a weakness?"

Jesus thought for a while:...

The corner of his eye twitched.

Well, he was worrying too much!

Beckman suddenly stood up on his knees.

The two people around them all looked at each other.

Jesus Bu didn't know what he wanted to do, but he suddenly thought of what happened on the ship in recent days, and frowned slightly: "Boss has been like this for several days, right? When will the woman named Zheniya wake up?"

After all, it had been four days since the incident, and they had noticed that the boss was not eating well or sleeping well. As a companion who was close to life and death, they were naturally worried about the backbone of the ship.

Beckman held a cigarette in his mouth, threw the newspaper on the top of the barrel, patted the non-existent dust on his pants, and glanced casually in the direction of the infirmary.

"Probably today."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the infirmary was opened.

A bright red head emerged.

Beckman was slightly startled.

Immediately afterwards, a man with an unkempt beard shouted to him urgently: "Hey Baker, where is the road? Hurry up and ask him to prepare something to eat. Yaya is awake."

Beckman clicked his tongue and turned around to find someone.