"Yes."
The Navy messenger exited the Fleet Admiral's office, leaving the room quiet.
Crunch, crunch...
The crisp sound of chewing was heard, and upon hearing it, veins popped on Sengoku's forehead.
"You bastard, still in the mood to eat at a time like this. If it weren't for your dear grandson, this would definitely have been an opportunity to wipe out the Donquixote Family."
Sengoku roared, and the chewing sound abruptly stopped.
Not far from the Fleet Admiral's desk, on a sofa, a gray-haired strong old man held a piece of Canned Crab in his hand. The strong old man chuckled, a smile tinged with reluctance on his face, which seemed even more aged.
"But the Donquixote Family is also hard to deal with. It's ultimately a tumor."
Seeing his friend's expression, Sengoku knew that his previous words had been somewhat harsh.
