Chapter 1330 - 41: I Regret It—You’d Better Stay Put

Chapter 1330: Chapter 41: I Regret It—You’d Better Stay Put

"Yes."

The Navy messenger exited the Fleet Admiral’s office, leaving the room quiet.

Crunch, crunch...

The crisp sound of chewing was heard, and upon hearing it, veins popped on Sengoku’s forehead.

"You bastard, still in the mood to eat at a time like this. If it weren’t for your dear grandson, this would definitely have been an opportunity to wipe out the Donquixote Family."

Sengoku roared, and the chewing sound abruptly stopped.

Not far from the Fleet Admiral’s desk, on a sofa, a gray-haired strong old man held a piece of Canned Crab in his hand. The strong old man chuckled, a smile tinged with reluctance on his face, which seemed even more aged.

"But the Donquixote Family is also hard to deal with. It’s ultimately a tumor."

Seeing his friend’s expression, Sengoku knew that his previous words had been somewhat harsh.

The one who could sit in the Fleet Admiral’s office eating Canned Crab was none other than Navy hero Garp. Garp put the Canned Crab back in the bag, rubbing his coarse hand against his trouser leg.

"Sengoku, I want to visit Impel Down..."

"Don’t even think about it."

Sengoku interrupted Garp. Garp’s mouth opened and closed a few times, but he ultimately didn’t say what he wanted to afterward.

"After this matter is public... go visit then. I’ll issue a temporary commission to inspect the sixth level of Impel Down, this way, the Five Elders won’t have much to say."

Sengoku sighed deeply.

"Thank you."

"You better cause me less trouble; that’s more sincere than a thank you."

Sengoku now felt infuriated at the sight of Garp, yet seeing the wrinkles on his face, there were words he couldn’t bring himself to say.

Whitebeard’s second squad captain, Fire Fist Ace, had been captured. If Ace was only Whitebeard’s crew member, it wouldn’t be too much of a problem, but damn it, Ace was also the grandson of Navy hero Garp, and more damnably, Ace was the biological son of Pirate King Roger.

This tangled mess made Sengoku’s head ache faintly. Sometimes he couldn’t help but ponder, if it were by seniority, wouldn’t Garp be the father figure to both Roger and Whitebeard? It’s nonsensical, but if you must argue it, it really seems that way.

Sengoku really wanted to say to Garp: "You’re really incredible, aren’t you? Your generation isn’t either Pirate King or Four Emperors, and you have a legitimate son who’s the Revolutionary Army Leader, the biggest enemy of the World Government and Navy. Your grandson is quite formidable too; he stirred up trouble at Enies Lobby not long ago."

Precisely because of this, Sengoku wanted to pin Garp down and give him a good beating, asking him how he educated his descendants.

"That dangerous guy is residing within the Donquixote Family. They’ve been in such dire straits lately; I feel it’s all thanks to him."

Garp began speaking, his tone carrying a hint of schadenfreude.

"It’s not entirely impossible; that guy isn’t strong, but what he controls is extremely dangerous. The Netherworld blueprints have been in his hands for so long, it’s impossible he hasn’t made a backup. Also, his grasp of technology is so baffling that even Vega Punk is bewildered. Those blueprints... are they really bomb designs? To me, they seem more like a chaotic sketch."

Sengoku’s brain started buzzing at the mention of a certain person.

"Hmm, I also felt earlier that they didn’t seem like bomb blueprints, but never had the guts to ask. Although I don’t understand them, they’re pretty neatly drawn."

Garp laughed loudly, seemingly having temporarily forgotten the worrying issue.

"Speaking of which, the Donquixote Family and Big Mom Pirate Group are definitely preparing for reconciliation. The negotiation venue is Rest Sea Area; why is Red Hair appearing, and they even set the negotiation location near Whitebeard’s territory? What exactly are these pirates thinking?"

Upon mentioning business, Sengoku’s expression turned serious.

"Rest Sea Area, hsss~"

Garp took a breath in, and seeing Garp’s expression, Sengoku’s heart skipped a beat.

"What?"

"I seem to have heard of that sea area before~"

Garp slapped his palm, resolving his inner confusion.

"#!"

Sengoku’s eyes widened in anger, his expression clearly saying: "Did a donkey kick your brain?"

Sengoku calmed his fluctuating mindset. He had fought alongside Garp for a lifetime and understood that he couldn’t continue discussing this matter with Garp; otherwise, his intelligence might decrease. Truly, it had been tough for Sengoku.

"Kaido is also involved in this matter. Whether they’re negotiating or whatever, in this kind of situation, it nearly equals the Four Emperors gathering. Although it seems unlikely, once they unite, the outcome is unimaginable."

"Indeed."

Garp’s expression turned solemn.

"Charlotte Lingling and Kaido served on the same ship when they were young. Even if they have a special relationship privately, I wouldn’t be surprised.

Moreover, Whitebeard will soon gather all his subordinates; as for Red Hair, no one knows what he wants."

Serious Garp wasn’t as silly as he appeared.

"You should depart for the New World right now."

Sengoku stared at Garp.

"Alright."

Garp answered with resolute firmness, stood up, and walked towards the door.

"Wait a minute, there’s one more thing..."

Sengoku and Garp had a whispered conversation for a few minutes before Garp left the Fleet Admiral’s office, leaving only Sengoku inside.

"Whitebeard, once you fall, the New World will no longer be a place for pirates to run rampant."

Sengoku picked up the Telephone Worm beside him, unsure of whom he was trying to contact.

...

The New World, Rest Sea Area.

On the calm sea, a large dragon-headed ship was anchored, it was Four Emperors Red Hair’s ship.

"Boss, haven’t we brought too few people?"

A hearty voice came from the deck, spoken by a chubby man holding an animal leg, biting into the meat.

"We’re here to act as witnesses, not to showcase strength."

A slightly hoarse voice responded, the speaker had a cigarette in his mouth and a longer flintlock gun at his waist. He wasn’t the boss the chubby man referred to, but the vice-captain, Benn Beckman.

"Beckman’s right, the New World must not fall into chaos now, something big is about to happen, an event that could overturn this era."

Speaking now was a one-armed man sitting under the mast, with a scar over his eye and a Western sword at his waist.

The man, with dark red hair, gave off a unique impression, that of Conqueror’s Haki.

Of course, the feeling of Haki was just an outsider’s perception, at the moment, Red Hair was like a sick cat, leaning weakly against the mast.

"Boss, pull yourself together, the way you look now..."

Lucky Roo’s expression was bitter.

"Ugh~"

Red Hair dry-heaved, his face turning even paler.

"When it comes to drinking, seems Hawkeye is indeed better."

Benn Beckman chuckled, last night Red Hair had drunk too much. Usually, if he had to act as a witness the next day, Red Hair wouldn’t drink so much. But since his good friend Hawkeye visited after almost a year, old friends meeting again, it wasn’t in Red Hair’s nature not to drink heartily.

"We’re almost at the appointed location, Red Hair, pull yourself together."

Benn Beckman exhaled a puff of smoke, hearing Benn Beckman’s words, Red Hair took a deep breath, suppressing the discomfort within him, and soon his complexion returned to normal.

About half an hour later, four large ships entered the Rest Sea Area.

With a bang, Doflamingo’s ship fired a cannon, the cannonball plunging into the sea with a splash.

A few seconds later, another cannon sounded, this time fired from Charlotte Lingling’s ship.

The cannonball flew over Doflamingo’s ship, finally landing in the sea.

Big Mom sat on the deck seat, letting out a loud, unpleasant laugh.

Doflamingo watched the cannonball fly over his head, his expression not looking well, and nearby on the Redd Foos the Red Hair frowned too, Big Mom was unexpectedly arrogant.

Benn Beckman beside Red Hair directly pulled out the flintlock gun at his waist, firing a shot into the sky.

After the gunshot, Charlotte Lingling stood up from her seat half a nautical mile away, staring at the Redd Foos.

"Damn Red Hair."

Big Mom stepped on the deck, causing the whole ship to tremble.

After quelling the initial unpleasantness, the four ships closed their distance, with the Redd Foos halting first as the other three large ships began to approach for the negotiations set on Red Hair’s ship.

Soon, the ships were all anchored, Big Mom leapt directly onto the Redd Foos.

On the deck of Redd Foos, Red Hair sat on a chair under the mast, and after Big Mom boarded, Red Hair’s crew brought up a huge chair for her to sit on, after which she remained silent.

On the Donquixote Family’s ship, Doflamingo looked towards the Redd Foos.

"Bai Ye, prepare to board."

"Hmm?"

Su Xiao looked slightly puzzled, why was Doflamingo calling him to the pirates’ negotiations? But he quickly understood, the other party wanted him to add to their show of force.

"Then let’s board, I happen to have business with Charlotte Lingling."

Hearing Su Xiao say this, Doflamingo’s cheeks twitched.

"Better not, you can just wait quietly on the ship."

Doflamingo suddenly changed his mind.

"You invited me with such enthusiasm, how can I refuse."

Su Xiao stepped onto the rail and leapt onto the Redd Foos.

Watching Su Xiao’s back, Doflamingo felt a strong sense of foreboding in his heart.