Garp looked gravely at the Whitebeard Pirates who had already broken into the inner circle.
"This was a miscalculation! I didn't expect them to dare force their way in during Ace's execution. To be so fearless, it seems this was all premeditated. Now, this encircling wall has become our stumbling block."
Fleet Admiral Sengoku's face was as dark as storm clouds before a tempest. He stared fiercely at Whitebeard, his gaze seemingly trying to pierce through him.
"Hmph, among Whitebeard's crew, there's such a formidable character? To plan things so meticulously, is there some extraordinary strategist guiding them from behind?" Sengoku frowned deeply, a sharp glint in his eyes.
Garp was momentarily speechless, even feeling a strange sense of guilt. A strategist might not be it, but cunning was undeniable.
"Hmph!" Sengoku suddenly sneered, a meaningful expression appearing on his face. It was a half-smile, yet it conveyed a chilling coldness that made one shiver.
"By the way, your youngest Grandson seems to have been missing for a long time, hasn't he? Who do you think might be giving them ideas?"
Sengoku slowly turned his head, his gaze like a knife piercing Garp, his eyes full of "kindness."
"Ah ha ha ha ha, I don't know either..." Garp scratched his head, his eyes drifting towards the sky, but cold sweat unconsciously seeped from his forehead.
"Garp!" Sengoku's voice suddenly rose, and he took a sharp step forward, grabbing Garp's cloak with one hand, his eyes full of warning.
"Don't forget, you are a Marine! This identity means responsibility, and you cannot show the slightest favoritism!" His gaze was like a torch, fixed firmly on Garp.
Garp's brows furrowed, a flicker of pain and struggle in his eyes. His lips trembled slightly as he said, "But that's my Grandson..."
Garp's fists unconsciously tightened, veins bulging on his hands, and his body swayed slightly, as if bearing immense pressure. "I... how can I just watch him..."
His gaze held both the steadfastness of a Marine and the reluctance of a grandfather. That complex expression made him appear much more weathered.
Orochimaru, seeing this scene, suddenly laughed. He suddenly turned back, straddling Doflamingo's neck, his hands clasped on top of Doflamingo's head, his chin resting on the back of his hands, cutely leaning on him and tilting his head to look at Sengoku.
Doflamingo only then came to his senses. When did this person get there? His face instantly turned incredibly grim. He roared in a low voice, "Get down!"
But Orochimaru ignored Doflamingo beneath him.
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, coercing a Marine hero like this is very immoral, don't you think, Mr. Garp?"
Orochimaru's voice carried a hint of teasing, drifting leisurely through the air.
Garp clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging on his hands. He knew very well that Orochimaru was deliberately trying to distance himself from him, but he was Garp, and he didn't need Orochimaru's method of "help."
"Shut up, you disrespectful brat! I'm your grandfather! Don't make me beat you in front of all these people..."
Every Marine present was an elite of the Marine, and their mouths twitched. Although we all know that those four brats, one is your biological Grandson, and three are your adopted Grandsons, at least you should try to hide it, old man... Don't you know we're already exhausted trying to go easy?
Good thing that transponder snail Buggy isn't here right now. If this were broadcast live, we would be the ones who needed to do damage control!
Just at this critical moment, Whitebeard's voice, as booming as a great bell, suddenly exploded, abruptly interrupting Garp's words.
"Gurararara... Ace! Your head is still on, isn't it! We're coming to rescue you right away! My sons, charge! We must save Ace!"
As soon as Whitebeard's words fell, in an instant, the entire battlefield was like a lit powder keg, and chaos erupted immediately.
The three Admirals left their respective seats and attacked the Whitebeard Pirates. Facing the unguarded Execution Platform, Garp resolutely sat in the middle seat.
Akainu and Whitebeard's figures also clashed in the chaos, engaging in a fierce battle. However, Whitebeard remembered Orochimaru's words at this moment; he needed to feign weakness.
Only in this way could he draw out Teach, that guy, after all, he was very cunning.
Not far from the Execution Platform, Orochimaru's face was as dark as still water. His mood was terrible, utterly depressed to the extreme. That hateful old geezer!
He wasn't happy! So no one else should be happy either!
Doflamingo was also burning with rage at this time, his face flushed crimson with fury. Under the dominance of anger, the strings in his hand suddenly tightened around Orochimaru's neck, getting tighter and tighter, his grip constantly increasing.
A shallow red mark soon appeared on Orochimaru's neck, and crimson blood slowly seeped out along the constriction. Doflamingo gritted his teeth and roared, "Get down, or I'll break your neck!"
Orochimaru, however, was expressionless. With a sudden burst of strength from one hand, he directly snapped the strings around his neck.
Orochimaru's cold hand pressed against Doflamingo's cheek, his voice sinister yet with a hint of inexplicable intimacy: "Doffy... I'm in a terrible mood right now, be a good boy."
Upon hearing this, Doflamingo's body instantly became incredibly stiff. He widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.
"No... what nonsense are you spouting? When did our relationship get this good? Don't be so inexplicably familiar!"
However, Doflamingo's burning anger was like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on it, instantly extinguishing quite a bit. He even sighed with some helplessness.
Regret... immense regret. He shouldn't have been so loose-lipped back then; wouldn't it have been better to just pay the money!!!
But, you're sitting on my neck, right... Then I'll find a place to sit too, no problem, right?
Doflamingo thought of something and chuckled darkly. This guy seemed a bit uncomfortable when facing Garp, after all, Orochimaru was riding on Doflamingo's neck. A calm Doffy naturally thought of Orochimaru's momentary stiffness.
With a flash, he sat down in the seat next to Garp. After all, he was a Shichibukai. Was there anything wrong with helping Vice Admiral Garp guard the Execution Platform? No.
In everyone's eyes, it seemed that Doflamingo tried to get the person riding on him off, failed, and then resignedly sat next to Vice Admiral Garp, with a handsome person still perched on his neck, who appeared even smaller compared to the two, like a child.
The scene instantly fell silent, and the entire situation suddenly became comical. Luffy, who was running towards the Execution Platform along the path of lightning, stumbled.
What is Orochimaru doing? Walking into a trap????
Orochimaru turned his head somewhat mechanically, his mind a bit frozen, looking at Garp right next to him. Doffy... what are you doing, Doffy... isn't this move of yours a bit off? Don't you care about your reputation????
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