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

"Having dealt with Roger, Whitebeard and his gang for so long, he probably forgot who his master is."

“It’s time to move him out of his place.” The voice of the blond giant, Jegalcia Satan, was like muffled thunder.

"The position of Commander-in-Chief of the Army has been vacant for a long time."

“Give him the highest honors and invite him to the holy land to live out his days in peace. This will also help the navy to become more clear-headed.”

“A good suggestion.” Nasujuro Sei’s thumb slowly rubbed the tsuba of the First Generation Kitetsu. “Then, the position of Fleet Admiral?”

"The Warring States period?" Woqiu Lisheng pondered.

"Although he talks a lot about justice, at least he understands 'order' and has a sense of the big picture."

“Unlike that bastard Garp, who listens to nothing but fighting. If it weren’t for his reputation still being useful, he should have been dealt with long ago.”

“Zeffa is nearing the end of his career; he’s focused on retiring to teach and has lost his edge,” Shepard X. Peter concluded. “Our influence in the Navy’s upper echelons is indeed waning.”

The room returned to silence.

They are the kings of the world, but the navy, the sharpest blade, is showing signs of slipping out of their control.

This made them very uncomfortable.

"Click".

Nasujiro's sword was sheathed with a crisp sound, as if a judgment had been handed down on some kind of destiny.

We need fresh blood.

"For us, drive another nail into the heart of the Navy."

This suggestion drew the attention of the other four people.

"Speaking of which..."

Nasujiro Sei's voice echoed softly.

"That newcomer named Kane."

Son of the Storm, Kane.

The moment the name was uttered, the atmosphere in the air became subtly tense.

“That stupid bird Morgans certainly knows how to come up with nicknames.” Peter Saint tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the sofa.

"His resume is spotless; he's a naval orphan with impeccable revolutionary credentials. But his rise to power was too rapid."

Satan Saint's eyes scrutinized: "The key is his ability, the Logia-type Storm-Storm Fruit. This fruit has been missing for eight hundred years, and the encyclopedia only has the phrase 'walking natural disaster' left."

"Developed to its fullest potential, it could be an army in itself, even comparable to ancient weapons. And yet it was devoured by such a brat."

“That’s precisely why we need to be vigilant,” said Maz, the God of Agriculture, in a low voice.

"His reputation is too high."

“Look at his speech at the award ceremony.”

Nassou... Lang Sheng picked up a newspaper from beside him.

The front page featured Kane's radiant profile as he delivered his speech, with the headline "The Soul of the Navy, the Torch of a New Era!"

"'Get rid of the air conditioning, just go upstairs'?"

"'If there is no torch after this, I will be the only light'?"

Nasujiro read these two lines aloud, his voice filled with undisguised mockery.

"Well written, very persuasive."

"But those with an excessive sense of justice are the most troublesome."

"The only light?"

Satan sneered, his sarcasm undisguised.

"Insanity."

"In this world, the only light can be Lord Im."

Peter Saint shook his head, as if listening to a not-so-funny joke: "Justice? On this sea, what we talk about is justice."

"The stronger a person is, the greater the threat they pose to 'order'."

"Therefore, this summons is very necessary."

Nasujiro stood up, walked to the huge curtain, and looked down at the world shrouded in clouds and mist.

“Take him to Mary Geoise, to the center of power.”

"Let him see for himself how ridiculous his beliefs are in the face of the real 'world'."

Give him a choice.

"If he's smart enough to understand what true 'order' and 'interests' are, we wouldn't mind giving him a chance to rise to the top."

"But if..."

Nasujuro Sei's hand gripped the hilt of the first generation Kitetsu, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"He's just a fool with a head full of naive fantasies..."

"Then let's make him disappear in some 'accident' on the Grand Line before he grows into the second 'Garp'."

"The fall of a genius can also serve as a warning to Kong and Garp."

"agree."

"agree."

"I second that."

……

A white warship flying the World Government flag is cutting through the waves at an incredible speed, heading towards the Red Earth.

On the deck, Kane wore his brand-new major general's coat, the sea breeze making the hem flutter.

He gazed at the distant outline of the red earth continent that seemed to connect heaven and earth, pondering the upcoming meeting.

The Five Elders? The Kings of the World?

In Kane's eyes, they were nothing more than five old men who owned the world's largest gold mine with the highest level of illegality.

This summons is a crisis.

It is an enormous opportunity.

"The higher the risk, the greater the reward."

Kane sneered inwardly; the one thing he had no shortage of right now was courage.

"Major General Kane."

Behind me, a cold voice rang out, carrying the unsettling arrogance characteristic of CP0.

"We're almost at the Red Line. This is just one last reminder."

"The Holy Land of Mary Geoise is the abode of God. When you get there, put away the manner you acted at Marine Headquarters. Don't look at what you shouldn't see, and don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

"Most importantly, watch your mouth."

Another CP0 member chimed in, his tone dripping with a veiled warning: "Even Marshal Kong must kneel before the Five Elders to answer their questions."

"No matter what the adults ask, you just need to answer 'yes'."

“Any unnecessary explanation could bring annihilation upon you, or even your superior Sengoku.”

"We're doing this for your own good, understand, Major General?"

These words sounded like a reminder, but the condescending tone was no different from scolding a dog.

Kane turned around, his face still bearing that warm, gentle smile.

"Thank you for your guidance, officers."

“I, Kane, grew up in the Navy and know 'rules' better than anyone else.”

"As the sword of justice, I will certainly maintain the highest respect for those who steer the world."

He felt nothing at all; he even felt a little like laughing.

'Trying to intimidate me? You think you can just take off your masks, thugs?'

Kane turned his gaze back to the sea, and from the depths of his eyes, a barely perceptible wisp of blue energy quietly escaped and merged into the seawater below.

'Okay, I know the rules.'

I just don't know if you guys understand physics.

His smile deepened.

Suddenly, the warship, which had been sailing steadily, jolted violently!

The deck beneath our feet tilted violently, and the once calm sea suddenly whipped up huge waves several meters high, crashing against the ship!

"What's going on?!"

The two CP0 agents staggered and nearly fell, their faces showing surprise for the first time.

Kane, however, remained as steady as a rock, not even the hem of his clothes trembling.

He watched the two masked figures struggling to maintain their balance amidst the turbulence, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

"Sirs, hold on tight."

"The weather on this sea is so unpredictable."

Chapter 62 The True Colors Revealed? No, Five Elders, I've come to surrender!

No sooner had he finished speaking than the warship shook violently again, and then began to spin and sway at high speed without any pattern!

"vomit--!"

One of the CP0 agents could no longer hold on, ripped off his mask, and leaned against the railing, vomiting violently.

The other man, his face ashen, clung tightly to the gunwale, barely suppressing the churning in his stomach, and looked at Kane with suspicion and uncertainty.