Chapter 137: Navy's Intervention

"The Navy's warships have appeared; everyone, be prepared."

Even though Rosinante had transmitted the intelligence through the dragon's channel to Garp, he believed that Garp wouldn't just stand by and watch. he also wouldn't send unreliable individuals. However, it was essential to ensure that preparations were in place.

After all, in the "original" timeline, Rosinante had met his end due to "spies versus spies," where sometimes, fate played a more significant role than one's skills.

In the world of pirates, there were Navy spies and CP (Cipher Pol) agents. In the Navy, there could also be pirate spies.

"The Don Quixote is ready for departure at any moment."

Torepol adjusted his round top hat, which almost got knocked off by someone earlier. This gesture became increasingly frequent for him.

The Don Quixote family had divided into three groups:

First, there were Rosinante, Torepol, Pica, and Pik, who were naturally located at the pier. They were all highly mobile individuals, ready to escape calmly in case of any unexpected situations.

Second, in the city center, there were Doflamingo, Vergo, Baby 5, and Buffalo. If problems occurred elsewhere, they could rush to provide support immediately.

Finally, hidden in a natural bay on Food Island was the Don Quixote ship, where Jora led the Gladius siblings and the Furred Tribe children, ready to act at any moment.

In case the incoming Navy was secretly collaborating with someone like "Doflamingo," Rosinante and the others would immediately execute a "strategic relocation."

It wasn't that they were afraid of the other side; rather, confronting the Navy head-on was entirely unnecessary.

"Hmm? Why does this warship look..."

The leading warship was obviously larger, and it had more feminine decorative patterns. Most importantly, there was a large square letter 'Hawk' on its billowing sails!

No way!

"Rosinante, is there something wrong with the other side?"

Facing Torepol's question beside her, Rosinante put down her binoculars and rubbed her temples.

"No, it's a 'friendly' arrival."

The problem was that the other side seemed to be too friendly.

Vice Admiral "Hawk" Fujitora, who pursued "pure justice," and the Don Quixote family, known for their activities in the gray areas, might not get along well.

"Anyway, everyone, let's keep the conversation to a minimum."

"I'll handle the negotiations."

As the Navy warship slowly approached the shore, both sides could now clearly see each other.

"Those people are the Don Quixote family."

On the dock, several individuals were dressed in suits, hats, and sunglasses, along with characters like Pica's imposing build, Torepol's smile, and the secret agent vibe from Pick. The leader was particularly eye-catching, exuding an overwhelming aura with his flowing black feather coat.

There was no way they looked like merchants—

It was as if "the Dark Family" should be written on their faces.

"Stay alert; the other side is no pushover."

The officers draped in the cloak of justice could sense the formidable strength of Rosinante and the others, instinctively placing their hands on their weapons.

From Torepol and the others' perspective:

On the deck of the leading warship, there were only female Navy officers!

These female Navy officers were quite good-looking, and beneath their Navy cloaks, they wore various outfits, including suits, cheongsams, and casual attire. If someone didn't know better, they might think they were participating in some kind of cosplay.

However, in Rosinante and Torepol's senses, enhanced by Observation Haki, these women carried an air of seasoned warriors. Their presence exuded a sense of longevity and a profound martial background.

"These female Navy officers..."

Torepol adjusted his small round sunglasses in astonishment, realizing that these women were no pushovers.

Especially the middle-aged woman leading them gave Torepol an overwhelming sense of danger!

She was even more terrifying than Riccardo, the "Silver-Eyed Lion King" they had encountered before...

"This is Vice Admiral Crane's female Navy force," Rosinante explained to Torepol, while simultaneously walking briskly towards them.

"Don't underestimate them. Vice Admiral Crane is the Navy's 'Chief of Staff,' a powerful figure who lived in the same era as Admiral Sengoku and Navy hero Cap."

Even if they weren't on the same level as those two, they certainly weren't weak.

"Welcome, everyone," as the warship docked and the gangway was lowered, the female soldiers in Navy coats filed down to the pier.

Wearing a black feather coat and towering at nearly two meters tall, Rosinante approached, the Shichiseiken, already retrieved, hanging at his waist. Whether in terms of appearance or presence, he didn't lose to the woman before him.

"Vice Admiral Crane," he nodded to the middle-aged woman leading them, then asked straightforwardly, "Are you here, Vice Admiral, to handle the drug-related matters on this island?"

"Yes," Vice Admiral Crane confirmed, putting Rosinante's worries to rest.

Given Crane's reputation, she wouldn't resort to any tricks or hidden agendas.

"Please follow me. The poppy cultivation base is located in the central valley of this island. We have already controlled the records of drug transactions and the individuals responsible; we are just awaiting the Navy to take over."

***

"Mr. Rosinante," walking side by side with Rosinante, Vice Admiral Crane inquired with her mature voice, "Why did you choose to entrust this matter to the Navy?"

"Based on your intelligence, the value of that batch of drugs is considerable. Moreover, by controlling this cultivation base, you effectively command a large number of drug-producing parasites for your own purposes."

Money and manpower can bring fame and power, and aren't these the pursuits of men on the sea?

Facing Vice Admiral Crane's direct probing, Rosinante shrugged.

"No specific reason. I simply detest drugs."

Rosinante instinctively despised anything that could easily destroy a person's body and mind. He believed that any time traveler wouldn't cross that line. These substances forcefully triggered the release of dopamine in the brain, bypassing human emotions and sending the most intense pleasure signals directly to the brain, ensnaring people in their grip.

In simple terms, the "joy" induced by drugs even surpassed that of "making love" several times over and was continuous.

In the face of this intense false "happiness," how could ordinary people possibly resist?

"The Navy is well aware of the dangers of drugs—"

Clang!

At that moment, a metallic clashing sound came from behind, making Rosinante turn around in exasperation.

"Heh heh, you don't look like a Navy man."

Torepol's "lighter" cane staff had blocked a Navy lieutenant commander's longsword.

"Is that so? You don't seem like good people either!"

The Navy officer with the white hat retorted, but inside, she couldn't help but be surprised.

She hadn't expected this seemingly sleazy man to be so agile...

"Tore, what's going on?"

Faced with Rosinante's question, Torepol smirked.

"Nothing, we're just having some fun."

"Yindra, put your weapon away."

"Yes!"

Following Vice Admiral Crane's order, the lieutenant commander who had been provoked into drawing her sword put it back into its sheath.

Through this brief encounter, the Don Quixote family members shed their sense of contempt, and the female Navy officers realized that these "merchants" were not easy targets.

Even in a "cooperation," showing some muscle was necessary.

***

"What's wrong—"

"On our first meeting, you're staring so intently at someone?"

In the middle of the group, a girl with a black ponytail covertly watched Rosinante's figure, prompting the "well-built" female colonel next to her to tease her.

"Although that blonde boy looks good and is quite powerful, he and us are not on the same path."

Before they arrived, their superior, Vice Admiral He, had already distributed intelligence about the "Don Quixote Family" to several school officials, so these skilled women in the Navy were well aware:

The handsome blond guy with a sunny smile ahead is none other than the famous "Black King" of the North Sea!

In just a few short years, he and his brother "Red King" Doflamingo have engaged in battles and conflicts all over, creating an underground force that rivals ordinary kingdoms in terms of influence and power. Both his wit and strength are truly remarkable!

"It's not what you think,"

"Just didn't expect..."

To meet with their "friend" in this manner again.

Draped in a Navy officer's coat with pink cuffs and collar, and carrying a longsword longer than her own height at her waist.

Her black ponytail hung behind the already graceful young girl, and her jet-black eyes fixed on the figure of Rosinante, gradually merging with the image of the once frail blond boy.

Hope... that they won't become enemies to each other.

Who's watching me?

Rosinante, walking ahead, didn't turn back, but he couldn't help but notice a gaze fixated on him.

Strange,

There shouldn't be any enemies among the Navy, right?

"This is the poppy cultivation site,"

Leading a group of female Navy officers, Rosinante soon arrived at the central part of Gourmet Island, a valley surrounded by circular mountain peaks, resembling the shape of a "pot."

And within this pot-shaped basin, a sea of red flowers bloomed!

Under the brilliant sunlight and the gentle breeze, the flower sea rippled like blood, exuding an indescribable beauty.

The "poppy," cursed as the devil's flower by countless people, was, in fact, a very beautiful flower.

"In the past, it was known as the lotus flower, now it's the heartbreak grass; using beauty to harm others, how can it ever bring true goodness?"

Facing this flower sea, Rosinante couldn't help but be inspired.

— Of course, this was not his own poem but a masterpiece by Li Taibai from his previous life.

Whether it's the "lotus flower" or the "heartbreak grass," both referred to the splendid flower sea before his eyes.

Beautiful, yet deadly!

"Mr. Rosinante, do you also understand the 'Five-character Verse' of the Flower Country?"

"I've read a few books..."

As they conversed, Vice Admiral He swept his gaze across the "flower sea" in front of him. Combining this with the time when Caesar became one of the "Seven Warlords," he could roughly estimate how many people in this world were involved with drugs and how many families were torn apart.

"The flowers themselves are innocent, but the hearts of people have changed."

With a sigh, Vice Admiral He turned around, brought his five fingers together, raised his hand to his brow, and saluted Rosinante.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Rosinante, for your noble act!"

In this world, killing over a verbal dispute was nothing out of the ordinary. Even the morally upright "Roger Pirates" once massacred a village and a country because someone mocked their crewmate.

As for other pirates, it was even more common. The ultimate "freedom" they sought was itself the ultimate "sin."

When the law was powerless, the only thing that could bind the strong was their own beliefs.

But most of the strong...

Any ambitious pirate, faced with this enormous flower sea representing billions of Beli in assets, would never voluntarily contact the Navy, whether to manage it themselves or sell it to other ambitious individuals. Because the Navy would never offer a single Beli of bounty for it. Only a "fool" would do such a thing.

"I'm not a fool, just an ordinary person with principles."

To this, Rosinante shrugged once again.

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