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

The voice just fell.

"Da, da, da."

A rhythmic thud of leather boots striking the ground came from the end of the passage.

The crowd instantly parted to make way for a wide road.

Kane has arrived.

He wore a large, oversized coat of justice over a well-tailored, pure black suit, the collar open to reveal his collarbone.

He had a cigar in his mouth and his hands in his pockets.

His steps were not fast, but each step seemed to resonate with the heartbeats of everyone present.

His arrogance alone overwhelmed the combined power of the three nature-type monsters on the dock.

Half a step behind him was Gion, whose hand was resting on the [Konpira].

She was dashing and heroic, and in her eyes as she looked at Kane's back, there was undisguised admiration and a determination to follow him to the death.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Kane walked up to Sakazuki, exhaled a thick white smoke ring, and blew it directly into the lava man's face.

But there was no remorse on his face; instead, he wore a smug smile.

"After all, it took me a little time to pack up the best tea from Marshal Kong's office."

Sakazuki's forehead veins throbbed, and a wisp of black smoke rose from his fist, but he ultimately snorted coldly and held back.

"Get on the ship!"

Kane didn't waste any words. With a wave of his hand, he stepped onto the gangway first.

The sea breeze blew wildly, making the justice coat behind me flutter loudly.

Gion followed closely behind.

Sakazuki, Borsalino, and Kuzan exchanged glances, each twitching their lips, before following closely behind Kane.

Four natural systems.

A promising future swordsman.

This is probably the most luxurious, extravagant, and unreasonable rear admiral team in naval history.

"Men! Raise the sails!"

Kane's voice drowned out the sea breeze and the ship's horn.

"Destination—G-5 Branch!"

"Let those damned scum in the new world experience what justice is all about!"

The Storm ship let out a long blast of its horn and slowly sailed away from the port.

this day.

1495 in the Haiyuan calendar.

The initial members of what would later be known as the "Worst Generation Navy" officially stepped onto the stage of history under Kane's leadership.

But the nightmare of the new world has only just begun.

Chapter 68 G5's New Rules: I'm in seventh place, you're in second!

New World, G-5 Branch Base.

Unlike the solemn and tidy Marineford, the G-5 base in front of us looks like a den of thieves.

The wrecked warship was moored crookedly at the dock, its hull covered with battle scars and years of grime.

The outer wall of the fortress was riddled with holes from artillery fire, and a tattered flag with a seagull symbol hung limply on the mast.

The Storm slowly docked, its brand-new paint job standing out starkly against the rest of the place.

The dock was deserted.

Forget about the welcoming honor guard, there wasn't even a single soldier to lend a hand and connect the cables.

"Oh dear...it seems we're not very popular."

Kuzan yawned, and the cold air he exhaled caused frost to rise from the air.

Borsalino curled his lip in a lewd smile and said slowly, "~This is quite a show of force for us~"

Only Sakazuki.

In the shadow cast by his low-brimmed hat, there was already a hint of molten lava churning in his eyes.

A disgrace to the Navy!

In his view, everyone in this branch, from the base leader to the cook, should be thoroughly cleansed!

Kane's smile remained relaxed.

He held a cigar in his mouth, took a deep drag, and exhaled the smoke with relish.

The more chaotic things are, the more lawless they become...

Doesn't this mean that the scope for "misconduct" here is larger than imagined?

"Gion, pass down the order: everyone assemble at the dock," Kane commanded calmly.

"Yes!"

Gion immediately took out a Den Den Mushi and began to relay the new base commander's first order.

The loudspeaker in the central square of the base blared hoarsely for a long time.

Ten minutes have passed.

On the dock, apart from the dozen or so elite troops from headquarters who had disembarked from the Storm, there was still not a soul in sight.

Only bursts of noise, the aroma of roasted meat, and vulgar laughter drifted from the barracks area not far away.

"Outrageous!" Gion's pretty face flushed red with anger. "They're openly defying orders!"

"Hmph, a bunch of trash."

Sakazuki's fist had begun to emit wisps of black smoke uncontrollably.

Kane laughed.

He stubbed out his cigar, tossed it on the ground, and ground it with the tip of his leather shoe.

"Go, have a look."

With his hands in his pockets, he strolled leisurely toward the smoky barracks area.

Sakazuki and his two companions, along with Gion, immediately followed.

The scene in the open space in front of the barracks was indeed appalling.

Hundreds of shady-looking navy men, shirtless, revealing all sorts of hideous tattoos.

They were gathered around several barbecue grills, chugging large barrels of cheap liquor, and the table was piled high with pewter; they were clearly gambling openly.

A burly man with a face full of scars was sitting in a chair with his legs crossed, a spiked club casually lying at his feet.

He was the former commander of G-5 base, a troublesome brigadier general who was assigned here.

Seeing Kane and his group approach, the group of veteran thugs not only failed to restrain themselves, but instead burst into even more ear-piercing laughter.

They were all troublemakers and scum exiled from various branches, and they never took the rules seriously.

A so-called naval hero from headquarters, trying to control them? Dream on!

Kane glanced at his disheveled, pirate-like subordinates, then strode towards the former base chief.

"Just as the rumors say, they are a very energetic unit."

Kane walked to the table, looked down at the pile of pewter balls and cards, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

[Ding! Host detected in an environment that "seriously violates the Naval Appearance and Discipline Regulations"!]

[Continuously gain disciplinary points: +1 point per minute!]

The former base commander squinted, his hand stealthily reaching for the musket at his waist, but he said sarcastically, "Oh, you're here already? Sorry, sir, the brothers are in the middle of training and didn't hear any assembly call."

"I understand, I completely understand."

Kane smiled and nodded.

He casually picked up a piece of charred meat from the table, smelled it, and then—

boom! !

He kicked out with all his might!

The sizzling barbecue grill instantly transformed into a cannonball, slamming into the faces of several soldiers who were laughing the loudest nearby!

"Ah—! My face!"

"You bastard! You dare to lay a hand on me?!"

The surrounding soldiers instantly erupted in chaos, drawing their swords and raising their guns, with hundreds of dark gun barrels pointing directly at Kane and his group.

"Oh dear~ How scary~"

Borsalino tilted his head, his eyes slightly narrowed behind his sunglasses, and a dazzling light shone from his fingertips.

"How dare you point this toy at your superior!"

Om-!

Before he could even make a move, a terrifying black and red aura erupted instantly, centered on Kane!

Conqueror's Haki!

A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire open space.

Those old thugs who were shouting just a second ago didn't even have time to react. Their eyes rolled back, they foamed at the mouth, and they fell down in swathes like cut wheat.

In just a moment, less than half of them were still able to stand.