Chapter 122
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These two guys... have such a terrifying momentum...
Kake looked at Dragon and Sakasuki, who were facing each other tit for tat. Their breaths were fiercely exchanged, and he trembled all over.
Dragon, you have been held back by stupid kindness... Even Darren can see this more clearly than you.
Sakasuki sneered and said. His entire right arm had melted into red magma, bubbles popping out, dripping to the ground, and burning into black pits.
Justice obtained by using the lives of comrades and companions as bargaining chips is not justice at all!
Dragon gritted his teeth and said, a raging hurricane spiraling up in his palm.
Sakasuki, you did it wrong from the beginning!
Snap!
The crimson and turquoise air waves crushed each other, causing cracks to appear on the floor and walls of the ward.
I said, can you take care of me as a sick person?
Darren said helplessly at this time.
He felt a slight pain in his forehead.
As soon as he finished speaking, the slow and steady sound of footsteps could be heard outside the ward door.
It seems to be very lively here...
Everyone was startled and looked towards the sound.
The tall figure of Borsolino appeared at the door of the ward at some point, with his hands in his pockets, his shoulders leaning against the door frame, and a half-smile on his lips.
Rear Admiral Borsolino! Gion and Kaki saluted at the same time.
Borsolino didn't even look at either of them; he just walked in with a smile.
He raised his head and looked at Dragon and Sakasuki with his eyes behind his sunglasses, his expression full of teasing.
You all look so scary... I wonder what it would be like if we really fought?
The confrontation between the strong wind and the magma must be quite exciting...
Upon hearing these words, Dragon and Sakasuki were silent for a moment, and then invariably put away their respective momentum.
All the visions in the ward suddenly disappeared, as if nothing had happened.
Although they are filled with anger and want to fight with Sakasuki (Dragon), compared to this, they don't want to be laughed at by the bastard Borsolino... This idea came to both of their minds at the same time.
What a pity... I originally thought that I would finally be able to determine who is the first person in the new generation of the Navy...
Borsolino murmured with regret on his face.
Sakasuki and Dragon took a breath at the same time when they heard this, but quickly suppressed their inner impulses.
Darren's mouth twitched while lying on the hospital bed.
This guy, Borsolino, really didn't mind the excitement, and he actually started to stir up trouble here.
My head hurts more and more.
However, Commadore Darren... your injuries are really horrific. An ordinary person would probably be dead a long time ago.
Borsolino turned to look at Darren, stroking the stubble on his chin, looking at Darren's tragic injuries with great interest, and sighed:
What a monster.
The Military Medical Department has even submitted an application to conduct research on your body, but I rejected it.
Darren glanced at him and smiled perfunctorily:
Thank you so much, Rear Admiral Borsolino.
Borsolino smiled and said:
You're welcome. After all, research on this kind of thing has to be left to the Ministry of Science and Technology, right?
Darren:…
Thank you very much.
He smiled stiffly.
Borsolino waved his hand.
We are all colleagues, why are we so polite?
My head hurts more and more. It's great.
Darren let out a long breath. Then he looked at Sakasuki, Dragon, and Borsolino, who each found a chair and sat down on their own, with their hands folded on their chests, sitting there without saying a word, and said angrily:
"I said, you three major generals, all of you are running towards my ward... don't you have something to do?"
Dragon scratched his head and frowned:
"It seems like I have something to do. I can't remember it. It's probably not important, hahahaha."
He laughed loudly, then took out a package of donuts from somewhere and ate them.
Sakasuki on the side crossed his legs and said with a gloomy expression:
"Not in a hurry."
The answer was crisp and decisive, in full Sakasuki style. He took out a cigar, threw it to Darren, and then took out another one and bit it in his mouth. A faint red light glowed from his index finger, he lit the cigar and started smoking by himself.
Borsolino took out a nail-picking sword from his pocket, lowered his head to trim his nails, and muttered:
"It seems like there is something to do..."
Darren looked at the three guys and covered his forehead in pain. Forget it, just pretend they're not here, I still need a good rest. As long as they don't quarrel or fight, it's probably fine.
A sudden feeling of sleepiness came over me, and the fatigue from a serious injury that had not yet healed came over me like an overwhelming ocean. Darren finally couldn't support his heavy eyelids and slowly closed his eyes.
"Hahahahaha!! Darren!! Are you awake? I'm here to visit you!!"
A thunderous laughter could be clearly heard across the entire corridor, coming from afar. Soon the door to the ward was violently pushed open, and Garp, who was carrying a large piece of barbecue half a man's height on his shoulders, walked in with a smile and his head held high.
"Come! Eat some of this!! This is the meat of a sea king creature! I caught it with great difficulty!"
"Hey, why are you guys here? That's perfect, let's have a party!!"
"Who is that? Well, Kake, you go buy some wine and bring back... money? Do you think I am a rich man? Later, you ask Darren to go! Anyway, this is a banquet for Darren!"
"Come on, come on, let's eat first!! What? Darren can't eat yet? Then there's nothing we can do. Let's all finish eating..."
Darren looked at the lively ward filled with singing and dancing, and the corners of his mouth twitched. In an instant, sleepiness disappeared. He stared blankly at the gray ceiling and couldn't help but sigh. He suddenly missed Beihai very much.
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At the same time,
Marine Headquarters Marinevando.
The burly figure with short purple hair took firm steps and walked into the conference room of the Fleet Admiral's Mansion with a solemn momentum.
"General Zephyr!"
The navy soldiers stationed in front of the conference room saluted solemnly, with admiration and fanaticism in their eyes.
"I am no longer an admiral."
Zephyr smiled, patted the naval soldier on the shoulder, and walked into the conference room. He found a seat and sat down, and quickly frowned.
"Didn't you talk about a meeting, Sengoku?"
He turned his head and looked at Sengoku on the other side.
"What about the rest?"
Sengoku sat there, looking at the empty seats in the conference room. His face gradually turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth and said:
"What a bunch of bastards!"