60: Section 60

If it hadn't been for Smoker's famously strict discipline, even greater chaos, or perhaps even abandoning ship, might have occurred!

Withdrawing his gaze, Su Ming looked at the just-awakened Smoker and said:

"I had thought you would be a bit harder to deal with... What a pity..."

Chapter 67: Target: Grand Line

Su Ming did not kick a man while he was down, nor was he mocking him without reason.

For this battle.

Su Ming had made extensive preparations in advance.

Thousands of Jumpy Dumpty, that was the basic firepower configuration.

Four low-yield mushroom bombs—those were the deterrent backup plan.

Furthermore, in his spare time, Su Ming was constantly hand-crafting various aerospace components; he had even begun accumulating critical parts for high-orbit satellites!

And this was the result?

The dignified Loguetown branch, the most powerful in the East Blue, couldn't even force him to use his Jumpy Dumpty!

"What exactly do you want?"

"Don't be so serious. I'm a bona fide peace lover. Rest assured, not a single one of your subordinates died."

"Really?"

"Obviously!"

Su Ming sneered:

"If I really killed that many marines, those three at Headquarters would want to have a 'heart-to-heart' with me... Of course, the first one to come knocking might just be old man Garp."

Smoker breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't mind the mockery in Su Ming's words.

The Navy's ability to constantly call for reinforcements was their strength... However, ensuring the lives of his subordinates was more important to Smoker.

Lying on the threshold, the cigar in Smoker's mouth was already soaking wet.

But he couldn't care about that right now; looking up at the cloudless sky, he admitted with a dejected expression:

"Omar, I lost this battle!"

Two meters away, Su Ming leaned comfortably against a restaurant pillar.

Upon hearing this, he immediately sneered:

"So what? Do you want to come here for comfort?"

Veins bulged on his forehead as Smoker gritted his teeth and roared like a madman:

"Who the hell wants comfort from you!!! You bastard Omar, I just wanted to tell you that the decision on how to handle Morgan has come down!"

"Oh?"

"Morgan has been dismissed by Headquarters for concealing war achievements, abusing his subordinates, and oppressing the local populace!"

"I bet there's a condition, though: handled in secret, right?"

Smoker fell silent; the answer was self-evident.

Su Ming asked with a curious expression:

"By the way, why are you telling me this? Don't tell me... you're trying to recruit me back!"

Smoker said expressionlessly:

"There's no need to bring up such foolishness. I wanted to tell you that while I did indeed lose... that also means you will face pursuit from even stronger entities!"

"Next time, it will be a Vice Admiral coming for you!"

So that's how it is!

It was easy to guess.

To preserve the Navy's face.

For matters like Morgan, internal handling was fine, but the outside world wouldn't hear a single word about it. Anyone who dared to shake the prestige of the Navy and the World Government was an enemy of the world!

Unfortunately.

Su Ming's actions had just happened to land him in the line of fire.

Many had defected from the Navy to become pirates, but only he did it with such a sense of justification.

Su Ming knew.

Smoker was telling him this to repay the favor of him not slaughtering the defeated marines.

However.

He didn't care!

There were risks, but they were still within a controllable range.

Anyway, his time in the One Piece World was only about twenty-odd days.

With the midnight rose's deep-sea navigation capabilities, it would be tough for the Navy to find him in these twenty-odd days.

Besides.

If he was really pushed into a corner, didn't he still have mushroom bombs as a fallback?

"Then let them come. But they'll have to go to the Grand Line to find me."

"The Grand Line... huh?"

"Alright, the fight with you was quite enjoyable. If we meet again in the future, let's have another battle!"

After speaking, Su Ming transformed, returning to his normal appearance.

With another great leap, he returned to the deck.

Afterwards, in front of the panicked marines and the other patrons who were practically scared out of their wits, the midnight rose slowly sank into the sea!

During the process.

The Banshees filling the sky shrieked as they returned to their nest one after another. With the final splash of a wave, the surrounding waters returned to their usual calm.

Forcing his body up, he witnessed the entire scene of the midnight rose submerging into the deep sea.

Smoker smiled bitterly and said:

"So you really did come from the seabed, Omar... You really are dangerous!"

Just then.

An angry voice suddenly rang out:

"Hey! Navy! Look at what you've done!"

His body stiffened; enduring the feeling of weakness all over his body, Smoker slowly turned his head to look.

Sure enough.

Who else could it be but that curly-browed guy.

But...

The chaotic deck, the listing ship, and the two halves of the warship wreckage slowly sinking into the sea.

Smoker was helplessly silent.

...

More than thirty hours passed...

With sunglasses on his face, Su Ming sauntered out of Loguetown.

The so-called Skillful Grade sword, Yubashiri.

The third-generation cursed sword, Sandai Kitetsu.

Su Ming had just appraised them, and he had to admit that, in the context of the current era, the forging craftsmanship of these two swords was quite exquisite.

However.

Su Ming didn't think much of them.

Not to mention the modao bristle-tusk he used frequently.

Even if he just grabbed a few steel ingots and added some other ordinary auxiliary materials, he could easily hand-craft a blue-tier weapon that started at the Skillful Grade.

As for bristle-tusk?

That was too overpowered. Su Ming even suspected.

That the Supreme Grade sword, one of the Twelve, with its midare-ba hamon and reputation as the world's strongest Black Blade Yoru, would likely be snapped on the spot when facing the modao bristle-tusk!

Black Blade Yoru did indeed have the effect of amplifying Haki power.

But the modao bristle-tusk wasn't bad either.

Under the buff of Peerless Cleave, even thousands of troops would just be lambs waiting for slaughter.

With his curiosity satisfied, Su Ming had no other attachments to Loguetown.

Before leaving, he glanced at the execution platform from afar, then used several Blinks in succession to return to the ship.

Facing the sunset glow, on the sea a dozen nautical miles away from Loguetown, the midnight rose slowly set sail.

The Red Line was visible in the distance.

The moisture in the air grew increasingly dense.

Before long, Su Ming and his ship broke into a storm.

For Su Ming, whose target was Reverse Mountain, this had basically no impact.

Interestingly, the surrounding ocean currents were exceptionally turbulent; even though the midnight rose maintained a low-speed cruising state, it was carried along by the currents, breaking a speed of 150 knots!

Boom!

Thunder and lightning flashed high in the sky.

A torrential downpour came crashing down.

Obscured by the rain, nothing could be seen beyond a few hundred meters. Therefore, without a reliable navigator controlling the course, it was a high-probability event for the ship to be completely hijacked by the currents and crash headlong into the Red Line!

In the captain's cabin.

Su Ming sat leisurely on his throne with his legs crossed.

Suddenly, a massive black shadow leapt out of the water in front. Before Su Ming could make a move, Midnight commanded the Banshee Legion, and a Banshees Wail with overlapping chants covered it from above.

On the turbulent sea surface, there was now the corpse of a Sea Kings!

[Ding!]

[Sea Kings has died!]

[Congratulations...]

Chapter 68: Vice Admiral Momonga! Yellow Spring Coating

Loguetown Navy Branch Hospital.

The sound of footsteps advanced unhurriedly along the corridor.

With a creak.

The door was gently pushed open.

In the moonlight, the robust figure at the doorway was casting a highly oppressive shadow onto the hospital bed.

Click!

The lights came on.

Illuminating the newcomer's eccentric hairstyle and signature purple-red ponytail.

"You got beaten up pretty badly, Colonel Smoker."

Upon hearing this.