Sailing: Me, a Saiyan, starts by clashing with Robin.

It seems this situation can't be hidden for long; I should find a time to confront Bitz.

Speaking of Bits, Robin couldn't help but let his mind wander again.

Ever since meeting Nami, Bitz has been behaving very strangely, giving her a feeling that is completely different from his usual self.

How to describe the feeling? It's like... the same feeling I had when we first met, a strange sense that he knew us both very well.

But Robin can assure you that she has never seen him before, and judging from Nami's behavior, she probably feels the same way.

So where does this inexplicable sense of familiarity come from?

She sighed, her hand stroking around her lower abdomen, a look of tenderness crossing her face, and she murmured to herself:

"Sigh~ He's such a powerful and unpredictable man."

You're right, aren't you, baby?

"..."

Robin, frustrated by the lack of response, pursed her pink lips.

I still know too little about that area. I have no idea when fetal movement will occur or what foods to avoid. All I can do is try to stay away from tobacco and alcohol and eat less junk food.

In any world, gossip always spreads the fastest and is most easily known to the general public.

On the way to Cocoyasi village, Bitz and his group had their earth-shattering duel with Hawkeye.

It has already spread rapidly in a small area of ​​Donghai through the mouths of diners who were fortunate enough to witness it that day, and has also reached the ears of some well-informed people.

In the early morning at Marineford, the sounds of early-rising marines practicing in unison, amidst the shouts and reprimands of their officers and instructors, could already be heard.

Since taking over as naval admiral, Sengoku has become accustomed to a lifestyle even more demanding than when he was an admiral.

Just as dawn was breaking, he appeared outside the marshal's office, fully dressed.

He took off the Justice Cloak, a symbol of his marshal status, with wide gold epaulets sewn on both shoulders, and hung it on the coat rack by the door.

Sengoku sat down behind his large desk, which belonged only to him.

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Chapter 53 The Beauty Trap? The Five Elders' Scheme!

Perhaps not expecting anyone to come so early in the morning, Sengoku didn't suppress his true nature. He lazily yawned and stretched.

"Ha~ Being a marshal is really not easy. I should have learned from Garp and refused promotion, and just stayed as a general."

Smacking his lips in regret and scratching his neck, Sengoku suddenly felt a loss of taste in his mouth. He immediately bent down and groped under the table for the senbei that had been hidden away.

"That's strange, it should be stuck here, why can't I touch it?"

He groped around under the table for a while, and finally found a bag of rice crackers that he had personally taped to the bottom of the table to prevent someone from stealing them.

But before he could even feel happy, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and a panicked communications soldier rushed in.

"Reporting to the Marshal, urgent report from the East China Sea! Huh?"

As Haibing looked at the empty office, a sense of doubt arose in his mind, when he heard a thud, followed by a cry of pain.

"Oh~"

Soon, under the astonished and desperate gaze of the communications soldier, Sengoku, his face ashen and his head piled high with a large bulge from his general's hat, slowly crawled out from under the table.

For a fleeting moment, the Marine seemed to have returned to his days as a new recruit and laborer.

Meanwhile, the mop and broom that were with him were happily waving to him.

"Cough cough!"

Sengoku coughed heavily, jolting the marines out of their fear of being stripped of their titles and honors.

With a dark expression, he forcefully pressed the large bump on his head back down and, feigning seriousness, reprimanded the newcomer:

"Don't you know how to knock before coming in? Didn't your instructor teach you even this basic etiquette?"

"I'm sorry, Marshal, I received important intelligence from the East China Sea branch!"

The communications soldier forced himself to say this, hoping that Sengoku would turn his attention to the intelligence he possessed.

Sengoku glared at the impetuous marine, but didn't reprimand him too much.

"Submit a 1,000-word self-criticism before leaving and leaving get off work tonight, and give me the information."

"Yes!!"

The marine responded loudly with a sigh of relief, then hurriedly walked to the table and handed a document to Sengoku with both hands.

After receiving it, Zhan Guo ignored it and began to carefully read the so-called urgent report.

His gaze swept quickly across the document, and soon an undisguised look of shock appeared on his face.

"Hawkeye was defeated in the East Blue by that newcomer who took down Crocodile? How is that possible?!"

If you don't believe it, then believe the authenticity of the information recorded in the documents during the Warring States period.

Who is that? Hawkeye! He was someone who, before Shanks lost his arm, was evenly matched with him in swordsmanship, and even had a slight advantage.

He is the world's greatest swordsman and the strongest of the current Seven Warlords of the Sea.

How could Hawkeye possibly lose to a rookie who just debuted and whose only record is defeating Crocodile!

(Old Sha: "What the hell do you mean?!")

Sengoku waved the document at the marines who were standing obediently at the table, and said with a suspicious expression:

"Are you sure this intelligence came from the East China Sea branch? Have you verified its authenticity? Are you sure you're not joking with me?"

Although Zhan Guo did not believe that his subordinates would make such a big mistake, he still reflexively raised questions.

How could the intelligence department be careless about something this important?

Upon hearing Sengoku's question, the communications soldier immediately provided an answer.

"Absolutely not! The news was jointly reported by the 77th, 116th and 153rd branches of the East China Sea."

We subsequently confirmed the information with the three branches and even contacted other branches in Donghai to verify it before confirming the authenticity of the news.

This matter is especially significant because it involves a powerful figure among the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

Therefore, our intelligence department specifically used funds to contact Mr. Morgans of the World Economic Herald.

They also communicated with the government's intelligence agencies.

We have further confirmed the accuracy of the information from both sides.

Furthermore, we have been trying to contact Mr. Mihawk since receiving the news, but have not received a response so far.

I heard from the other party that it was a joint report from the three major branches, verification from various parties, and that even Eagle Eye had lost contact.

Sengoku's brows furrowed deeply as he began to carefully reread the document.

The more you look at him, the deeper his brows furrow and the more serious his expression becomes.

Overwhelming Hawkeye's strength, creating a bottomless pit with a casual strike, triggering a massive earthquake that affected the entire East Blue, and the Saiyan race, which had never been heard of before.

Even if these terms were applied to Whitebeard, Sengoku wouldn't believe it.

Not to mention that the person who accomplished all of the above-mentioned major events was a newcomer who had only recently become famous.

Is today April Fool's Day? Is this a joke that the East China Sea branch, Morgans, and the government are playing on me?

Even though Bitz defeated Crocodile right from his debut and his strength was far beyond that of an ordinary rookie, Sengoku still couldn't help but have doubts.

But the intelligence had already been confirmed by multiple parties and delivered to him, so no matter how fake or absurd it seemed, he had no choice but to believe it.

After forcing himself to accept this reality, Sengoku immediately gave the communications soldier an order with a grim expression:

"Go and inform General Polsalino and Chief of Staff Tsuru, as well as all brigadier generals and above who remain at headquarters."

Have them assemble in Meeting Room 1; an emergency meeting will be held in ten minutes.

"Yes Yes!"

In his nervousness, the communications soldier stammered a bit, but fortunately he was quick. As soon as Sengoku finished speaking, he rushed out of the office to contact the person.

After notifying the other party, Sengoku himself didn't sit idle. He immediately took out the Den Den Mushi (snail phone) from his drawer that could directly contact the Five Elders and dialed it.

At this moment, in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, within the Chamber of Power—a monster-slaying spot exclusively for the Five Elders.

The five old men were also forced to arrive at work much earlier than usual due to the influence brought by Bitches.

The government received the information earlier than the navy.

However, they also spent a lot of time and effort verifying the authenticity of the information.

So the Five Elders only learned about this half an hour earlier than Sengoku, but when Sengoku called, they remained quite calm.

"The Warring States period? It seems you've received the news too."

Hearing the familiar voice coming from the other end of the Den Den Mushi, Satoshi Vochuli calmly replied.

"Yes, Lord Vochuli, if the description in the intelligence is true, then Bitz is a more troublesome being than Roger, no, even more troublesome than Rocks."

Mentioning Rocks caused varying degrees of displeasure to appear on the faces of the five people present.

Clearly, even after so many years, they haven't forgotten that unruly, audacious man who nearly brought extremely negative consequences to the government.

Satan, who was present at God Valley and witnessed the entire battle, is the most qualified to speak on this point.

With a sullen face and a gloomy look in his eyes, he looked at the panic and embarrassment displayed by the Den Den Mushi, and loudly reprimanded it with dissatisfaction:

"Don't forget your identity, Sengoku. How can a Marine Admiral lose his composure over such a trivial matter? Don't embarrass the World Government!"

Mazsan also spoke up to reassure them, "Calm down, Sengoku. The era of Rocks is long gone. What we are facing now is just a greenhorn. The threat is not as great as it used to be."

With two of the Five Elders offering words of comfort, Sengoku felt like someone who had forgotten to bring toilet paper and suddenly saw half a pack of tissues handed to him from the next stall. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly settled down.

After exhaling a breath of stale air to calm himself down, Sengoku began to earnestly seek advice.

"I wonder what plans you gentlemen have, and whether you need the navy's assistance."

The five old men exchanged glances, and it was Vochuli Saint who picked up the microphone and roughly explained their plan to Sengoku.

"According to the intelligence we have so far, that kid is a complete lecher. Since he became famous, he has gathered six stunningly beautiful women around him."

We plan to exploit this weakness of his by using a honey trap, ideally winning him over to become one of our own.

If he's foolish enough to insist on opposing the World Government, the woman beside him will teach him a lesson he'll never forget.

"Beauty, a honey trap? Is it really that simple?"

Sengoku on the other end of the microphone was dumbfounded. He had initially thought they had some amazing tricks up their sleeves, given their confident tone.

I never expected it to be such an old and tired tactic as the honey trap.

Although that kid was young, Sengoku didn't think he would die from such a petty trick.

Vochuli Saint was not annoyed by Sengoku's doubts, but merely chuckled dismissively, confident of victory, and said:

"The reason why it feels old-fashioned is simply because the honey trap has been used by many people and has a high success rate."

It would be a shame not to take advantage of such an obvious weakness.

As for whether it will succeed, we are naturally confident.

Before Sengoku could organize his thoughts in response, Satan Saint took over and continued:

"Warring States Period, do you have a female naval officer in the enemy's hands?"

"How about it, is it still possible to get in touch with her? If she can guarantee her loyalty, then we'll have her cooperate with our people to carry out the plan."

"You mean Colonel Tina, right? Unfortunately, we've completely lost contact with her since she went on a mission with two CP0 members."

It's a real shame to talk about Tina Sengoku. That girl had great talent and was definitely a promising candidate to become a vice admiral in the future. It's just a pity that she got involved in a secret government mission and encountered that monster rookie, Bitz.

He had considered rescuing her or offering a deal to get her back from Bits, but before he could act, Bits caused such a commotion in the East China Sea.

Satan frowned and cursed the navy as useless in his heart, his tone becoming even more unfriendly.

"Then try to get in touch with her. And you should also continue to try to get in touch with Hawkeye, at least to confirm whether he is alive or dead."

"Your navy can do something like this, right?"

"...Yes, please leave it to me. I will try to contact the two of them without stopping."

Saint Vocuri stopped Saint Satan, who was about to say something more, and finally commanded Sengoku: