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

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"It is not the first time that something that has dissatisfied the navy has happened."

"As long as that navy kid is dead, no matter how dissatisfied they are, they won't be able to make waves."

"That's true."

"..."

The old and cold voice gradually became quieter.

And the footsteps of the five people gradually became very soft as they walked forward, almost making no sound.

Quiet figures walked in the corridor, and the atmosphere was chilling.

The corridor finally came to an end.

The five old stars, the highest authority in the world government, stopped in front of the neat and white steps at the same time.

On both sides of the steps, there are clusters of swords and swords, like a dense forest.

They bent down respectfully and cautiously, lowered their heads, and knelt on their knees.

Do not look directly at the king of the void.

This is the iron law.

"Five Old Stars... come to meet Lord Im!"

A hazy and slender figure sat on the Void Throne at the end of the stone staircase, its face was covered by darkness, and slowly opened a pair of strange double pupils.

The indifference and vicissitudes of the pupils seem to leave the world as nothing.

"Ah."

An indistinguishable male and female voice came from afar from the Void Throne.

"My lord, your will has been enforced."

"The World Conference will be held in ten days' time."

"This world will usher in a brand new reshuffle."

"And that little navy kid who walked beyond his destiny will also extinguish his light under the mighty wind and clouds."

The five old stars lowered their eyebrows and reported respectfully.

On the throne, Im leaned against the giant sword behind the Void Throne, gently holding a few photos in his hand.

Queen of Alabasta, Neferutali Vivi;

Princess of Fishman Island, Shirahoshi;

…and Vice Admiral Charles Rowan.

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The first half of the Great Passage.

Former Navy Headquarters, Marin Fand.

military academy.

Chief Instructor's Office.

Ashtrays were full of burnt cigarette butts, and the office was filled with smoke.

crackling...

It was raining heavily outside, and the dense raindrops were constantly beating against the glass windows under the strong wind.

A pair of sunglasses was quietly placed on the desk.

Zefa sat there in silence, looking tired, his purple hair hanging down.

"So, have you decided, Sengoku..."

Holding a military phone bug in his hand, he asked hoarsely.

silence.

The response from the phone bug was a long, bottomless silence.

"I see."

Zephyr suddenly grinned.

He hung up on Bug Communications.

His gaze subconsciously landed on the old photo on the desk.

The photo has turned yellow, and only two figures with babies in their arms can be vaguely discerned.

Zefa looked at the young self in the yellowed photo, and suddenly let out a long breath.

"So it's been so long..."

Then he slowly stood up from his seat.

He walked slowly, dragging the heavy mechanical arm, towards the corner of the office.

"Cough cough cough!!"

He suddenly turned pale, coughed violently, subconsciously bent over, the mechanical arm supported the desk vigorously, and covered his mouth with one hand.

As if he was about to suffocate, Zefa's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

While coughing, he took out the mist respirator from his pocket with difficulty, put it in his mouth and took a deep breath!

After a few seconds,

He panted with a pale face and stood up again.

He took a step forward and came to a military mirror.

The self in the mirror is so haggard and old.

Years have cruelly left traces on his body.

The originally short purple hair became thinner, and the hairline on the forehead was also much higher.

The tiredness from not sleeping all night came like a tsunami, and it was hard to resist.

tick tock...

Black and red stuffy blood dripped from the fingers of the hand he had just covered his mouth to the ground.

"It's really embarrassing..."

Zefa smiled at himself in the mirror, and muttered hoarsely.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and slowly took off the wide cloak of justice behind him.

Then there are medals,

Then there is the military uniform.

Because he only has one hand, his movements are very slow, but his expression is extremely serious, meticulous, and meticulous.

With a naked upper body covered with hideous old scars, Zefa gently folded the military uniform and justice cloak, and placed them on the desk with a solemn expression.

The office is still very quiet.

Only the sound of rain outside the window.

The faint oil lamp was burning tenaciously, emitting a dim light.

Zefa stood in the empty office and took a deep look around.

Bookshelves stacked with numerous documents and cadet files,

Desk with cigars, cigarettes and ashtrays,

Old photos on the desk,

That old printer that smells like ink...

His eyes are so deep and calm, and his eyes are so reluctant to part, as if he wants to engrave everything here in his mind and never forget it.

He suddenly raised his hand.

He saluted an incomparably standard military salute.

Then he picked up the sunglasses on the table and put them on to cover his tired eyes.