Pirate King: I'm determined to be the King of Sons-in-Law!

Chapter 137 Isn't this bullying an honest person?!

Dressrosa, the Royal Palace.

"The entire fighting legion was wiped out."

Even Vergo...

"Black hair!!!"

The top officials, Torrepol and Pica, clenched their fists, their chests filled with anger, but they could only suppress it.

The enemy is the navy!

No one could have imagined that a trivial assassination mission would result in the loss of nearly half of the Donquixote Family's fighting force.

"Young Master!"

The two looked towards Doflamingo by the window.

"We have to find a way to rescue Vergo and Diamanti!"

Doflamingo didn't reply, but instead gulped down large mouthfuls of sake, the overflowing liquid spilling out from the corners of his mouth.

He had no choice.

Diamanti could still try to cover it up as a misunderstanding, but Vergo's exposure was irreversible.

"Vergo will absolutely not acknowledge any relationship with us."

If Vergo admits to being a member of the Donquixote Family, it will inevitably bring huge trouble to the family, and he may even lose his title as a Shichibukai.

At that time, they will once again become hunted pirates, losing not only Dressrosa but also their status as intermediaries.

In that case, the Don Quixote family would be completely finished!

Therefore, Vergo would never acknowledge any connection to the family.

Even if it means sacrificing myself!

"Snap!"

Ming crushed the bottle, letting the glass cut his palm, and bright red blood flowed between his fingers.

The loss of his most important subordinate drove him mad.

"Black Hair, I will kill you!"

All the hatred was focused on the black-haired man, but they couldn't do anything to him now because the Navy was watching their family!

"Inform Monet that you must win over Caesar at all costs!"

We must obtain the artificial Devil Fruit as soon as possible.

Then we can use the hands of all the beasts to get rid of the black hair!

Naval Headquarters, Conference Room.

Three great generals of the Warring States period.

In addition, all the lieutenant generals from headquarters were assembled.

Marshal Sengoku swept his gaze across the lieutenant generals, his anger barely concealed: "Today's meeting is about Lieutenant General Vergo's betrayal!"

The Vice Admiral of this headquarters is part of the core of the Navy, and Vergo is also the base commander of G-5, second only to the Admiral in power and status.

With the navy infiltrated to such an extent, he, as the marshal, cannot escape blame; at the very least, he must bear responsibility for failing to conduct adequate oversight.

Moreover, he had to worry about whether there were other spies among the high command of the navy, and a thorough investigation was definitely necessary.

Another point is that the marine who discovered Vergo's true identity was only a colonel at headquarters, which undoubtedly demonstrates their incompetence!

The meeting lasted for nearly an hour.

"Then, imprison Vergo in Impel Down Level 6!"

Criminals who can be imprisoned in Level 6 are those whose crimes are so heinous that it is necessary to completely erase all traces of their existence.

Furthermore, imprisoning Vergo at Level 6 is just the beginning; he will face endless torture until he reveals who is behind him, as well as the crimes he has committed over the years and the exposed naval secrets.

After discussing Vergo's matter, the atmosphere of the meeting eased considerably, and the lieutenant generals all breathed a sigh of relief.

The Warring States Marshal is truly angry this time!

"The next item on the agenda is to reward Colonel Loya, as well as Smoker and other brave marines."

Those who commit wrongdoings should be punished, and those who perform meritorious service should be rewarded.

Sengoku's expression softened considerably, and he looked at Momonga: "Momonga, as your superior, you also deserve credit for this incident."

"Um?"

The flying squirrel's eyes were blank.

What merit could he possibly have?

When he heard the news, he was so scared he almost had a heart attack!

The discussion ended quickly. The Navy has clear promotion rules, and rewards are based on merit, without needing to involve too much personal emotion.

"There's one last item on the agenda: the selection of the new base leader for Branch G-5!"

Instantly, apart from some lieutenant generals who were already base commanders, all the other lieutenant generals at headquarters avoided Sengoku's gaze and acted like cowards.

G-5 Branch?

G-5 is more like a marine prison!

Is that a place a normal person should stay?

Who wants to lead a bunch of unruly, rogue marines, constantly causing trouble for themselves? If they get into trouble, they'll suffer the consequences too.

Another very important point is that the G-14 branch will be completed in two years at most, and ambitious lieutenant generals have long been eyeing the position of G-14 base commander.

The Warring States period's face darkened considerably.

The problems within the G-5 branch have long been a chronic issue for the Navy, and it's virtually impossible to reform those rogue marines.

It's not just G-5's own conduct that's the problem; when other branches have unruly and unruly marines, they're all dumped on G-5, which is essentially treating G-5 as a dumping ground.

It would be strange if the G-5 branch could thrive under such circumstances.

Besides the poor quality of the marines, the G-5 branch also received the least funding, weapons supplies, and welfare subsidies.

However, it wasn't that headquarters was stingy with the money; rather, those damned marines squandered it all, even the public funds for repairing the fortress were completely gone.

Over time, the headquarters naturally became unwilling to invest too much in the G-5 branch, and its welfare subsidies were reduced again and again, to less than half of those of other branches.

Sengoku still remembers the last time he inspected G-5, the outer wall of the tower was full of cracks, and the way to repair it was to use a few broken wooden boards to fix it.

It makes me so angry just thinking about it!

Sengoku rubbed his throbbing forehead, his sharp gaze sweeping around. Seeing the lieutenant generals averting their eyes, he grew even angrier.

Was it easy for him to become a marshal?

You don't want to, right?

Okay, he'll make the decision!

Sengoku's gaze settled on a senior lieutenant general, and he said in a deep voice, "Lieutenant General Maynard, you have extensive experience in leading troops. You will serve as the commander of the G-5 branch base!"

"Ah, me?"

Maynard's mind went blank.

Holy crap, no way!

He was indeed experienced in leading troops, but that was because he had to endure thirty years of hardship before he could barely become a lieutenant general in his own unit.

It's clearly because he's incompetent!

Look at the lieutenant generals here, aren't they all more capable than him?

"Marshal, I—"

"It's settled then!"

Sengoku spoke calmly, entrusting the task to Lieutenant General Maynard: "The responsibility of leading the G-5 branch is extremely heavy. Do not seek merit, but only to avoid mistakes."

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Maynard was speechless.

Feeling the deeply sympathetic gazes of his colleagues, he understood.

What does it mean to seek no merit but only to avoid mistakes?

As long as he keeps those rogue marines from causing trouble for headquarters, he can be a leisurely base (prison) warden, spending his days drinking tea and reading newspapers.

Is that what you mean?

Isn't this bullying honest people?!

"This meeting is now adjourned!"

"Meeting adjourned!"

End of the meeting.

Before leaving, the lieutenant generals all came to Maynard's side.

"Lieutenant General Maynard, congratulations!"

Congratulations on your promotion!

"Hey Maynard, wanna grab a drink sometime? Now? Cough cough, I have something urgent to attend to and need to get back."

Maynard nearly coughed up blood.

Congratulations? Want a drink?

I don't believe you guys!