This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

Seeing that these two "rivals" finally left, Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

He knows the development of the plot. After the war on the top of the original plot, these two guys fought for the position of marshal in Punk Hazard for ten days and ten nights, permanently changing the climate of the island, completely It became an island of hell separated by ice and fire.

In case they fight in this military hospital, I can't stop them.

Only then did Ron look at Polusalino who hadn't left in front of him,

"General Polusalino, are you also injured and hospitalized?"

He saw the hospital marker bracelet on the latter's wrist.

Polusalino smiled and said:

"The old man is also injured..."

As he spoke, he pulled up his sleeves.

Ron was dumbfounded.

There was a slight bruise on Polusalino's arm.

It is estimated that it is the trace left over from blocking Marco's foot when the war started.

Scratch... Scratch.

A mighty top war,

Akainu was seriously injured,

Aokiji was slightly injured,

Huang Yuan's clothes are slightly dirty.

Well, it's very Polusalino.

Ron almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He looked at the "painful" Polusalino in front of him with trembling eyelids, and said a word between his teeth:

"Thank you, General Polusalino."

Polusalino then smiled in satisfaction, turned around and walked out of the ward with a sigh:

"I can't help it...Marco is too strong, as strong as a monster..."

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Thank you so much for everything.

Chapter 6 "Caring for the People" Lieutenant General Tea Dolphin

Seeing the figure of Polusalino rubbing his head while muttering in a low voice disappeared outside the door of the ward, several black lines floated on Ron's forehead.

The scratch... It feels like the doctor came a little late, so it must be healed, right?

Most importantly, with the devil fruit ability of that guy Polusalino, ordinary people really can't tell whether he has released water in the war.

You can say that he really let the water go, at least in this war, he did seriously injured Marko, the top cadre of the Whitebeard Pirates.

After all, according to that white beard in the Warring States Period, Marco is a man who has the strength of "not losing to the admiral".

This is the scariest thing about the yellow ape.

He always treats everything in the outside world with a cynical look, and handles everything with ease with bottomless strength.

"Ambiguous justice", to put it bluntly, is justice that does whatever one wants.

I'm in a better mood, and the Four Emperors will give you a kick too.

I'm in a bad mood, and the Warring States period don't want me to work.

What I have to say is that Mr. Huang's life is still quite chic.

Don't care about anything, which means you don't have to look at anyone.

Such a person, if it is an enemy, will be extremely difficult.

Because it doesn't matter, you can't find his weakness.

Fortunately, for now, Polusalino's attitude towards Ron is quite good, and even the command of the pacifist fleet was handed over to the latter during the war.

"That guy Sakaski came to you, probably because of your transfer."

Just as Ron was in deep thought, the tea dolphins behind him counted indistinctly.

Ron was taken aback.

Transfer?

Is it possible that Sakaski still wants to continue to invite himself to be his adjutant?

Thinking of this, Ron felt more or less embarrassed. After all, a strong and proud guy like Sakalski threw olive branches at himself time and time again, and always shied away to lose face.

He turned around, looked at Jia Ji who didn't know when he picked up a banana again, and said helplessly:

"I said Lieutenant General Jiaji, are you sure you won't be hospitalized?"

Ron can be regarded as "healed after a long time of injury". The bandages on Jiaji's body in front of him seem to be exaggerated, but in fact, to this rough-skinned and thick-skinned bastard, it is nothing more than a skin trauma.

And with his recovery ability, it is estimated that the wound has already scabbed over.

Jia Ji chuckled, and said with sly eyebrows:

"Whoever is discharged from the hospital at this time is an idiot."

"The post-war reconstruction work is the most boring. Supervising the reconstruction work, handing over prisoners, sorting out documents, applying for funds... that is a cumbersome task, otherwise why do you think the three guys just didn't stay in the hospital?"

"Of course the above are secondary. The worst thing is to be scolded."

"Mr. Zefa has retired, and Mr. Karp has been hiding in the city of advancement and has not come back. Now the huge naval headquarters is waiting to be built. The old man in the Warring States period is probably so busy that his head is smoking. His temper is like eating explosives, but he rushed... ..."

"I'm about to be discharged from the hospital. If things are done well, there is no reward. If things are not done well, I will be scolded. If it were me, no matter if things were done well or not...then I would be scolded bloody by the old man of the Warring States Period."

"This is how the reconstruction work after the Marin Vandor Defense War last time..."

As if recalling some tragic experience, the tea dolphin shrank its neck subconsciously.

"It's really unreasonable. I am so handsome. Even if things don't go well, I should at least give him a good look..."

Ron fell silent.

He looked at the greasy, soft chicken coop hairstyle on the top of the tea dolphin's head, and then at his scribbled face, hesitated to speak, and finally forced it back.

You get scolded...it's not because of your looks, okay?

"That... Lieutenant General Jiaji, but how can I remember that during the last post-war reconstruction work, you, who were in charge of supervising the reconstruction of the fort, went to the civilian area to play in broad daylight..."

Ron blinked.

The tea dolphin's old face immediately turned red like a pig's liver when he heard the words, and quickly swallowed the remaining half of the banana in one gulp, and slapped the bed furiously:

"Am I just going to play!?"

"Isn't it normal for me, as a lieutenant general of the Navy Headquarters, to face the hero of the great pirate Golden Lion in the defense of Marin Fanduo, to visit and condolences to the injured and disaster-stricken people?"

He speaks righteously and authentically, and he puffs out his chest proudly.

"Who suffers the most in war? It is the people we protect!"

"Major General Ron, you don't even have the political awareness of being a soldier. How can you be our 'hero of justice'?"

"Have you heard the cries of civilians? Their homes have been destroyed. Do you know how vulnerable they are?"

"That's when they need comfort and visits the most. As a navy, we have an obligation to give civilians a full sense of security!"

When it came to the last sentence, the tea dolphin spoke more and more vigorously, with his head held high and his chest even clenched into fists, with an awe-inspiring expression on his face.

"How can the old man of the Warring States period understand my painstaking efforts! Pedantic! Really pedantic!!"

He said indignantly.

Ron's eyes twitched.

He said quietly:

"Lieutenant General Jiaji, I understand the truth. You have good intentions."

"But why are the people you visit and condolences only ladies and ladies?"

The tea dolphin's face darkened.

His face turned red and then black, and finally he gritted his teeth and said:

"That's because the ladies and ladies are more fragile psychologically and need more comfort and a sense of security!"

Even so, his tone became weaker.

"Oh? Is that right?"

At this time, a cold female voice suddenly sounded from the door of the ward.

Hearing the sound, Ron followed the sound.

A black-haired figure with high heels was standing there, with a famous golden knife hanging on his waist, and a justice cloak with pink shoulder sleeves fluttering gently.

"Lieutenant General Gion."

Ron raised his hand in salute.

"Lieutenant Admiral Kake, Admiral Gion—"

He turned his head to look, but saw that the hospital bed behind him was empty, and the tea dolphin had already disappeared without a trace.

Ron:  …

This speed is too fast.

"How is your injury?"

Gion didn't pay attention to the plan of running away, and walked forward slowly, his stiletto high heels stepped on the floor making a crisp and pleasant sound, and he was heroic.