Zephyr seemed to recall something. "It won't be long before Marine Headquarters receives news that we've established the organization. Be cautious."
"No big deal."
Ian nodded. "I never planned to hide it anyway."
Moreover, with so many hiding together, if they claimed to have done nothing, Marine Headquarters probably wouldn't believe it.
"Even if Ace doesn't say anything, once our wine is sold, Marine Headquarters will start guessing."
"That's true!"
Zephyr pondered, nodded, and then cheerfully called after Ian's departing figure. "Ian, don't overwork yourself. If anything happens, come to me, I'm not so old that I can only sit here holding my grandchild!"
"Understood!"
Ian waved casually and continued walking forward.
Overwork?
What is overwork?
He was just steadily getting stronger, step by step.
No, having Robin and Ain around was indeed a bit tiring!
Ian sighed in feeling, but under the sun's rays, he straightened his back and gazed at the sun on the horizon while murmuring, "The Four Major Families of the West Blue?"
...
Meanwhile, at Marine Headquarters, inside the Fleet Admiral's office…
Sengoku was staring seriously at the intelligence that had just arrived while muttering to himself: "Umbrella Corporation..."
He sighed and rubbed his forehead with a headache. "As expected, those guys would never just quietly hide!"
"Umbrella Corporation?"
Sitting across, Vice-Admiral Tsuru saw the intelligence in her hand and instead laughed cheerfully. "At least they haven't formed a pirate crew. That should count as good news."
"Alright, you're right. At least this might be good news."
"Forget it, let's not talk about that."
Tsuru put down the intelligence in her and looked at a troubled Sengoku, then she adopted a serious tone. "Some speculate that the Marines are secretly instigating a war between the Four Major Families of the West Blue and Grado."
Sengoku: "..."
At these words, Sengoku's previously helpless expression darkened slightly. Crossing his hands under his chin, he remained silent for a moment before speaking in a low voice: "No, I never gave such an order."
"Not you?"
Hearing Sengoku, Tsuru was slightly surprised, then pondered for a moment.
It seemed she thought of something. Her eyes flickered with astonishment as she frowned. "The world... Government?"
"Unknown for now whether it's the World Government or those hyenas acting on their own."
Sengoku shook his head, a faint glint in his eyes. "But I think it's more likely the hyenas are acting independently."
"The hyenas? With the Devil Child over there, that's indeed possible."
Tsuru nodded, still frowning. "Which CP do you think it could be? Or who gave the order?"
"That's the World Government's secret intelligence agency. I haven't received any information."
Facing Tsuru's inquiry, Sengoku rubbed his forehead while sighing helplessly. "These guys really know how to cause trouble! Hopefully, nothing unexpected happens! Otherwise, headquarters will probably have to clean up their mess again."
"Ah…"
This made Tsuru sigh deeply. Then, also troubled, she pinched her nose. "Well, let's not discuss these worries. Since the Grado Family hasn't hidden, it means Zephyr and the others won't be quietly hiding either. Perhaps with this commotion, we might even get unexpected benefits?"
She also understood what Sengoku was worried about. Recently, the Sibia Green Grape Wine has caused a huge stir.
Previously, Zephyr had relied on wine sales to gather ten fleets. If they continued selling, who knows, they might even have created a Marines sub-division!
Of course, she had already tried the Sibia Green Grape Wine. While it tasted good, it wasn't extraordinary. There was too much wine in the sea. In her opinion, it wasn't worth the trouble.
They just needed to continue lowering Zephyr and that boy's popularity. Once the attention faded, everything would return to peace.
Then she directly changed the subject. "I heard that Zephyr has a grandson and even sent a gift to Garp?"
"That bastard, who knows where that grandson came from."
Hearing Tsuru mention this, Sengoku's inner irritation lessened. He snorted coldly and said flatly: "And he even dares to send things so openly to Marine Headquarters? Does he think I can't find him?"
"Seems Zephyr is still angry about the last incident!"
Unlike Sengoku, who was annoyed internally, Tsuru laughed cheerfully at the news of her old friend. "Garp got a gift, but we didn't."
"Better not. I don't want to be sent to a military court just for receiving a small gift."
"Hahaha, not likely! Forget it, I have other things to handle. Update me if there's new intelligence!"
Tsuru laughed and didn't mind Sengoku's words. As Fleet Admiral, he wouldn't be sent to military court over something so minor.
After speaking, she turned and walked outside.
Once she left, Sengoku lowered his head to look at the letter on the desk.
It was the last letter Zephyr had sent.
He snorted coldly again. "Receiving gifts from rebels, and he even dares to ask for leave? Probably going to collude with the rebel Zephyr? Stay here obediently!"
Just as his words fell, there was a knock at the door.
Sengoku expressionlessly put the letter away and calmly called, "Come in!"
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku."
"Speak. What's the matter?"
Sengoku glanced at the Marine officer entering respectfully. Seeing the wine in his hands, he raised an eyebrow, suspicious. "Sibia Green Grape Wine? Didn't I say no more purchases?"
"Report: intelligence just received from the West Blue. Sibia Green Grape Wine has resumed production and shipments. It's extremely popular at sales points across the West Blue. Demand exceeds supply, and lines are everywhere."
Hearing this, the marine didn't hesitate and explained everything he knew.
"After considering, the local informant purchased this bottle from the black market at a high price, thinking it might be useful."
"Purchased this bottle at a high price from the black market?"
Sengoku frowned.
After a moment of thought, he seemed to guess something and snorted coldly. "Looks like the news of Sibia Green Grape Wine resuming production just sparked people's curiosity."
He glanced at the wine. "Isn't there wine on the Sibia River Archipelago? Although the brewery was closed, the villagers who originally produced it are still secretly making it! They even bought it from the black market. Tell the informants not to waste money like this next time."
Seeing the marine still standing, he snorted. "What are you waiting for? Bring the wine here!"
"... Yes!"
The corner of the marine's mouth twitched a little, but he still obediently handed over the wine.
After placing it on Fleet Admiral Sengoku's desk, he didn't hesitate and turned to leave, closing the door behind him.