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"Alright, I understand, Mr. Ian."
Hearing Ian's words, Ace sighed somewhat dejectedly, but he also understood that his current identity represented the Umbrella Corporation.
Any rash move could spark a war between the Umbrella Corporation and the World Government.
Ace took off his cowboy hat and gave a salute. "I won't disturb your rest any further, Mr. Ian."
After saying that, he turned around and left directly, leaving only Ian and Zephyr, the two adults, and the two little kids.
Only after the door was closed did Zephyr let out a long sigh and look at Ian with a strange expression. "You actually told all those secrets. What exactly are you trying to do? Do you think the sea isn't chaotic enough already?"
"No."
Ian smiled faintly. "I'm just adding a spark to the future."
...
At the same time, over at Marine Headquarters, Fleet Admiral Sengoku had already received Borsalino's report. He immediately pinched the bridge of his nose and said with a bewildered expression: "The son of Rocks and Ian, the God of Sun... Didn't you say it was just getting some blood and tissue samples? How did something perfectly fine turn into such a mess?"
Originally, it was thought to be just a simple matter, but unexpectedly, in the end, it actually became so troublesome.
A mere ordinary member of the Whitebeard Pirates actually turned out to be the son of that guy, Rocks?
At this moment, Sengoku seemed to understand why Vegapunk wanted that guy's blood and tissue.
It seemed that Vegapunk should have already known Marshall D. Teach's identity, but exactly where Vegapunk learned it from remained unclear.
After pondering for a moment, he quickly reined in his thoughts, understanding that now was not the time to dwell on such things.
What was more important now was how to deal with Rocks' son.
Sengoku pondered briefly, then spoke again with a serious tone: "That guy really is just touring Water 7 with his family? Are you certain he won't interfere in this matter?"
"Ahh, he answered like that, and during our arrest, that guy didn't step in to interfere either."
Borsalino said as the Den Den Mushi's brows slightly furrowed, though his tone remained leisurely. "As for whether he will intervene in the end, I can't be sure either."
"I see."
Hearing Borsalino's words, Sengoku's brows were also knitted together.
After pausing for a moment, he continued: "In that case, continue to keep an eye on him, but tell those below not to act rashly. I will also dispatch a fleet to assist you. No matter what, Marshall D. Teach must be brought back to Marine Headquarters, even if..."
He fell silent for a moment.
"Even if he's dead, bring his corpse back!"
Upon hearing this order, Borsalino's Den Den Mushi, which had been relaxed, also grew serious as he nodded. "Understood!"
"I'll leave that side to you."
Seeing the serious expression on Borsalino's Den Den Mushi, a trace of relief appeared at the corner of Sengoku's mouth.
He understood that this guy would be a bit more serious this time. "I will have Enies Lobby fully cooperate with you. Regardless of whether that guy ends up making a move or not, you must prepare countermeasures in advance. Alright, that's all. I'll dispatch the fleet over as soon as possible."
After giving these instructions, Sengoku hung up the Den Den Mushi and let out a long breath.
Then he slumped back into his chair, wearing a bitter expression, though a strange glint flashed through his eyes. "I didn't expect that even Rocks' son would surface. Is the sea really about to fall into chaos?"
As he spoke, he stood up directly, his expression turning grim, and shouted loudly toward the outside: "Tell all the marine officers still at headquarters to get over here for a meeting!"
...
On the other side, Borsalino silently looked at the Den Den Mushi in his hand that had already been hung up.
Then he lowered his head and looked at Teach, who was imprisoned in Enies Lobby's prison, his limbs bound by heavy shackles, his face full of dejection.
He casually whistled and said in a seemingly joking tone: "Yo, looks like you'll have to wait a few more days before I can arrange a luxurious single room for you."
Although Teach was currently also being held in a single cell, compared to the single cells in Impel Down, the ones here in Enies Lobby were far more rudimentary.
"Maybe you'll be able to see some of your father's former companions over there?"
Teach: "..."
Hearing Borsalino's teasing words, although Teach's heart was filled with rage, he still suppressed it and spoke with a fearful expression. "I can join the Marines. As long as the World Government can spare me, I can tell you secrets, secrets about the Whitebeard Pirates, and secrets about Whitebeard!"
"How truly ugly!"
However, seeing him like this made Borsalino frown, and there even seemed to be a trace of disappointment flowing through his eyes. But it quickly returned to normal. He took the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, stood outside the cell, shook his head, and looked at Teach.
"Brother Teach, renowned for his righteousness and loyalty, I never thought you would show such an expression!"
"I was just pretending. Please let me join the Marines!"
Faced with Borsalino's mockery, Teach did not get angry. Instead, he even put on a fawning smile. "I want to live. As long as I can live, I'll do anything you ask!"
"I wonder what kind of expression that Straw Hat kid would have if he saw you like this?"
Borsalino casually tossed the finished cigarette butt onto the ground, glanced once more at Teach with his insincere smile, and said expressionlessly: "I will report your request to the World Government. Stay here, honestly. Perhaps... Someone might come to save you? I also wonder whether those people who risk their lives to come save you would regret it if they saw you like this!"
He paused slightly.
"Brother Teach, renowned for his righteousness and loyalty."
With that, he ignored Teach and left the prison directly with his hands in his pockets. He did not notice that at the moment he turned around, a glimmer flashed through Teach's eyes before quickly disappearing.
Lowering his head, Teach murmured to himself: "I just want to live, to realize my own dream, that's all."
As for whether someone would come to save him?
He didn't know.
In the dim prison, as if thinking of something, he slightly raised his head, his eyes filled with longing.
"Pops..."
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