Pirate: I'm an admiral now, what's wrong with taking a little extra money?

"So this is the elite force under Lieutenant General Garp? They are indeed very hospitable."

Kane lifted the heavy barrel with one hand and then stepped on the ammunition box used for gambling in front of him.

"boom!"

This attitude is even more arrogant than that of these thugs.

Kane's gaze swept over everyone with ill intentions, his voice clear yet carrying a sense of oppression:

"Seniors, just drinking is no fun at all."

"What? You don't dare?" Scarface provocatively asked.

"It's disdain."

Kane chuckled, pulled out the deck of cards that had been polished to a shine in the solitary confinement cell, and slammed it onto the table with a "thud."

"Simply drinking contests are too low-class! Since everyone's having a great time, how about we try something more exciting?"

"Huh?" The marines were completely bewildered.

Kane's eyes were like those of a cunning fox, his gaze fixed intently on Scarface:

"The rules are simple. We draw cards and compare their values. The loser drinks a bowl of wine. But I have a bad habit: I don't like small-scale games."

"Since we're going to play, let's play to the end."

Kane pointed to the barrel of wine in his arms, then to the pile of Baileys behind Scarface:

"If I can't drink anymore, I'll give each of my brothers a 10,000-Berry welcome gift. But if you lose..."

Kane's lips curled into a benevolent smile:

"These months' allowances, along with your secret stash of money, will all belong to me."

The entire room fell silent for a second.

Then, an even wilder uproar erupted.

"Holy crap! This kid's arrogant!"

"The money-bringing boy has arrived!"

"Interesting! I've never been afraid of anyone when it comes to drinking! Come on! I'll play with you!" Scarface, his blood boiled, kicked away the stool next to him. "If I lose, I'll pawn my underwear to you!"

"Me too!"

Count me in!

A group of gambling thugs were instantly aroused by their competitive spirit and swarmed around them like sharks smelling blood.

Kane smiled even more broadly as he watched the group of "experience babies" eagerly giving away points.

……

Thirty minutes later.

"vomit--!!"

Scarface, leaning against the gunwale, vomited violently, almost collapsing from exhaustion.

In the center of the deck.

Kane was surrounded by piles of Pele he had won, along with a stack of IOUs.

The huge wine barrel at his feet was now empty.

"Who...who else?!"

Kane's face was flushed, his eyes were glazed, and he looked like he was about to collapse.

But only he knew that it was all due to his acting skills.

The Storm Fruit within his body was silently working, rapidly vaporizing the alcohol that had entered his stomach and expelling it through his pores. Apart from smelling strongly of alcohol on him, he was now more sober than anyone else.

"I'm not convinced... This kid's luck is too good..." An old soldier lay on the table, still holding a bad hand of cards, muttering incoherently.

"luck?"

Kane counted the money while inwardly sneering.

That's real skill!

[Ding! The host has been caught gambling while on duty and has set a trap to win money from his colleagues!]

[Discipline Points Earned: 500!]

[Ding! The host has led the way in excessive drinking, severely damaging the image of the military!]

[Discipline Points Earned: 200!]

[Ding! The "God of Gamblers" image has corrupted the entire warship's atmosphere!]

[Bonus Reward: 500 Disciplinary Points!]

The system notifications kept ringing, and Kane was extremely pleased.

"Pfft, hahaha!"

Garp, who had been sitting in the main seat watching the show, finally couldn't hold back any longer and burst into a hearty laugh.

"Interesting! Very interesting!" Garp tossed the last senbei into his mouth, his eyes full of admiration.

He admires strong people, and he also likes interesting people.

Kane possesses both the strength to overthrow the entire elite camp and the carefree charisma to get along with anyone, making him practically a perfect fit for his ship.

He stood up, and a terrifying aura instantly erupted, silencing the entire room.

"Since everyone's so happy, then..." Garp grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, "Let's have a banquet!!!"

"Roar!!!"

The marines, who were initially dejected because of losing money, instantly perked up at the mention of "banquet," raising their glasses and roasted meat and letting out beast-like roars.

……

Night was falling.

The sea breeze carried away the smells of alcohol and meat, and the deck was filled with sailors who had fallen into a deep sleep.

Kane declined the invitation from several veterans to sleep side-by-side with him and walked to the bow of the ship alone.

The sea breeze dispelled the smell of alcohol from my clothes and brought the unique chill of the sea at night.

He counted his gains for the night—100,000 Berries in cash, 300,000 Berries in IOUs, and nearly 3,000 points of disciplinary value.

"There's hope for the future," Kane said, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep breath.

However, when he walked around the huge main gun turret and came to the very front of the ship, he suddenly stopped.

A man stood there quietly, gazing at the dark, inky sea in the distance.

His figure was tall and straight, yet he exuded a loneliness and melancholy that seemed out of place on the ship. It was a heavy aura, as if he were carrying the entire world on his back.

Kane raised an eyebrow slightly.

There are actually people with this kind of art style on this ship?

Chapter 34 Trying to trick Garp's son into rebellion right in front of him?!

That melancholy and heavy atmosphere seemed so out of place on the wild and unrestrained atmosphere of the surrounding Garp warships.

Kane's curiosity was piqued. He took a bottle of what looked like expensive wine from the arms of a fallen marine nearby and slowly walked over.

"Why don't you have a drink while you're all out here in the cold wind?" Kane's voice wasn't loud, just loud enough for the other person to hear.

Upon hearing the sound, the man slowly turned around.

When his face was fully exposed to the moonlight, Kane's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart skipped a beat.

It was a young face, yet it was full of stories, with sharp features and eyes as deep as a bottomless lake.

Most striking is the red tattoo on his left cheek that looks like a burning flame.

Monkey D. Dragon!

The future Commander-in-Chief of the Revolutionary Army, recognized by the World Government as "the world's most vicious criminal," Garp's biological son, and Luffy's father!

fuck!

Kane's mind was instantly filled with a storm of emotions.

How did he end up on this ship?!

Based on the timeline, Long was indeed still serving in the Navy at this time, but because of his radical ideas and his deep hatred of corruption within the Navy, he was always in a state of frustration and unfulfilled ambitions.

It is said that his personality changed drastically after the God Valley battle, but Kane never expected that he would meet this future super boss on Garp's ship!

Kane's heart pounded wildly, not from fear, but from extreme excitement.

Deceiving Sakazuki only made his thinking more extreme.

But if I could fool this future revolutionary leader... then the resulting disciplinary points...

Kane's face instantly switched to his signature, genuine smile, brighter than the sun.

He seemed completely unfazed by the unique tattoo on the other person's face, and naturally handed over the wine in his hand.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to check up on you.” Kane shook the bottle, the liquid making a crisp sound. “I just saw you standing here all alone, looking like you have a lot on your mind. I’m new to this ship and wanted to find someone to chat with and get to know my new colleagues.”

The dragon's eyes were filled with wariness and aloofness.

He knew Kane.

Or rather, recently, everyone in the Marine Headquarters knows this name. A monster rookie who single-handedly swept through the entire elite camp, rejected a top-tier Logia-type Devil Fruit, and then turned around and committed the feat of raiding a home in the North Blue.

In Long's mind, such a person is either an ambitious person or a madman.

"I have nothing to talk about." Long's voice was low and hoarse, exuding a cold indifference that kept strangers at bay. He turned to leave.

"is it?"

Kane didn't seem to care and unscrewed the bottle cap, instantly releasing a rich aroma of wine.

"I thought that something really important must have happened to make Vice Admiral Garp's son so worried."