The air was filled with an excited heatwave. Observing the navy soldiers walking back and forth through the window, the whole of Marin Fanto seemed to be ignited. The long silent repression was being released, like a barrel of gunpowder that had been piled up and precipitated. The fuse of the tide was once again exposed to the scorching sun.
It was like a ferocious beast that was slowly awakening and breaking free from its shackles, revealing its bloody mouth that was ready to devour people. A pair of tyrannical and terrifying eyes were opening and looking at the polluted sea.
"The haze of the night cannot coexist with the sun in the world. Either the night will be burned, or the night will completely swallow the sun, and the process in the middle is the most gorgeous and wonderful!"
Yarlin's head turned 180 degrees strangely, his deep eyes faintly looked at Garp who came in, "Just like the pirate king Roger, the most magnificent moment in his life happened to be the moment of his death!"
Garp's face was cold, he said in a cold voice, "Sengoku has already backed down, the Vice-Admiral's commendation will soon be issued, what do you want?"
"It seems that Sakazuki did not break his promise!" Arlen turned around with a half-smile on his face. "And then? A marshal who's about to lose his authority won't back down so easily. He can't touch Sakasugi, so I'm afraid he'll vent his anger on me."
Garp exhaled a long breath, "Sengoku is not such a petty person."
"Oh ~" Yarlin sneered, the corner of his mouth evoked a mocking arc.
"Sengoku intends to send you to escort Crocodile to Impel Down, and at the same time, take over the post of Warden of Impel Down with the position of Vice-Admiral to guard the underwater prison." Garp added, "Sakazuki agreed."
"Impel Down!"
Yarlin's eyes narrowed into a slit, the expression on his face was obscure, so that Garp could not see what he was thinking. After a while, Yarlin sneered and said, "It's a good thing to say it's a guard, but it's a bad thing to say it's an exile, I don't want to go to a dark place to stay."
Yarlin naturally wanted to go to Impel Down, but in his plan, he didn't want to enter in this way. He wanted to enter without being noticed, and he couldn't take on the position of the Warden.
Only by 'staying out of it', at least on the surface, would he be able to unscrupulously seize the greatest benefits in the future.
Thinking quickly, Yarlin raised a finger and said to Garp, "The situation in the East Sea is very chaotic right now. Headquarters should send another lieutenant general to solve the problem in the East Sea."
"Sengoku will not agree to transfer you back to East Sea." Garp interrupted. Ya Erlin's influence in the Eastern Sea was great. Back then, he had transferred him out of the Eastern Sea because of this. How could he allow him to be transferred back now?
"The Eastern Sea is my hometown, as well as yours, isn't it?" Yarlin didn't answer the question, "You proposed to Sengoku that you want to solve the problem in the East Sea by yourself, and by the way, take me with you. I think the Fleet Admiral Sengoku will agree."
Yarlin didn't wait for Garp to refute, and a gentle smile appeared on his face, but that smile looked extremely gloomy in Garp's eyes, "Back in the East Sea, I will let you and your grandson reunite, otherwise, you may only receive a cold corpse!"
Garp's breath choked, his face was gloomy like a piece of black charcoal, and his murderous intent locked on Yarlin, and the terrifying momentum was like a mountain pressing on Yarlin's shoulder.
Keng!
The air was distorted, and the dark blade meandered like a twisted viper showing its insidious fangs, coming out of the strange vortex and wrapping around the back of Garp's neck.
Fine goosebumps appeared on Garp's skin as he felt a chill at the back of his neck. He abruptly turned around and saw a terrifying mask in the middle of the twisting black vortex. The thick and cold aura of death seemed to pierce straight into his soul.
He turned back and punched down, and the Armament Haki shattered the distortion, revealing a sword-like edge, sticking to his wrist at a tricky and strange angle, and insidiously stabbing his eyes.
His line of sight seemed to be distorted. Countless pitch-black sword shadows were mixed among them. The straight sword blades twisted and twisted, making it impossible to distinguish which was real and which was fake. He couldn't tell from which corner the fangs would suddenly appear.
The clenched fist made a creaking sound, and Garp snorted coldly, and his left hand was suddenly dyed with a black iron-like color, and the iron fist punched forward, and the whole distorted rippling sword shadows were all shattered in an instant.
The terrifying force held the space, accurately and fiercely smashed on the black and white mask, and suddenly a thin crack appeared, revealing the face below.
Chi!
A sword blade pierced into Garp's wrist with lightning speed, piercing through his skin and flesh. Then, a line of blood burst out from the wound.
"Great Swordsman!"
Garp retracted his fist, and the muscles on his wrist wriggled like sarcomas, and the wound was blocked by the muscles. He really didn't expect that the masked swordsman who followed Yarlin would be a great swordsman with amazing strength.
Genshiro's eyebrows were torn open by the wind of the fist, and the blood overflowed along the bridge of his nose, as if his whole face was divided into two.
His fingertips gently stroked his forehead, and the skin and muscles on his cheek were faintly distorted and healed, leaving a terrible scar. Garp's pupils shrank slightly, and he seemed to see black silk threads drilling in the other party's wound, but he didn't see it too clearly.
Turning his head, Yarlin behind him seemed to be watching a play, looking at him with a deep look, and there was a gentle and insidious smile on his mouth.
"We are all Marines, how can we kill each other?" Yarlin put his hands on the edge of the window and leaned lazily and said: "I have strong feelings for East Blue, Vice-Admiral Garp, don't you want to go back and see it? That is our hometown … "
Garp stared at Yarlin's eyes, but it was difficult to read any real thoughts from Yarlin's expression. He suppressed the irritation and anger in his heart and turned and walked outside.
As he watched Garp leave, the smile on Ya Erlin's face gradually faded away. The sinister look in his eyes was chilling. He could feel that the old man had wanted to kill him regardless of the consequences.
"Marine's legendary hero, hehehe ~"
Ya Erlin bent down to pick up the mask from the ground amidst his sinister laughter. A pitch-black thread seeped out of his fingertips and stitched the mask back together. A black line ran through the middle of the black and white mask, making it look even more terrifying and eerie when worn.
"Next time, stab him in the heart!"
The cold voice came into Genshiro's ears …
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