After uttering that reprimand, Borsalino still did not stand up, nor did he even turn his head. He maintained his original sitting posture, with his back facing the burly figure behind him.
But even without seeing the person behind him, he seemed to already know who had come.
"The Tyrant of the South Blue, Bartholomew Kuma... a really troublesome fellow has shown up."
Borsalino's slow voice sounded, carrying helplessness and a headache. "I roughly know what you came here for. Don't worry, that kid has already run away. Oh, right, he was taken away by the second-in-command of the Whitebeard Pirates."
He paused slightly, then continued: "If possible, could you just leave like this? I'll pretend I didn't see you."
His leisurely tone carried a sense of melancholy. "Those two guys are really terrifying! After fighting for so long, I'm a bit tired myself. I don't really want to fight a troublesome fellow like you right now. Let me rest a little, okay?"
As these words fell, Kuma also stopped his steps. Looking at Admiral Kizaru standing with his back to him, he sized him up from top to bottom.
When he noticed the slightly dirty corner of Borsalino's clothes and the ramen beside him, he did not say anything more, and simply said flatly: "Many thanks. Sorry for disturbing you."
Although he did not know how Ace's battle had gone, judging from the state of Enies Lobby... It must have been an extremely terrifying battle!
After speaking, he did not linger any longer. He directly shot up into the sky from where he stood and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
Seeing the Tyrant of the South Blue, Kuma, leave just like that without stirring up another battle, everyone finally let out a heavy sigh of relief.
Although they did not know whether Admiral Kizaru was truly tired or just pretending, they themselves truly did not want to fight anymore!
As for Borsalino, he seemed unconcerned about Kuma's arrival and departure. He continued sitting on the giant stone of justice, as if recalling something.
Beneath his sunglasses, a trace of emotion flashed through his eyes. "Confusion and chaos, huh? What an annoying little kid…"
As soon as his words fell, "Purururu!"
The ringing of the Den Den Mushi on his body sounded once again at that moment.
After coming back to his senses, Borsalino seemed to have already guessed who was calling. He rubbed his forehead in distress, but after sighing, he still directly answered the call.
"Hello."
...
"It failed?"
"Beep!" "Beep!" "Beep!"
At Marine Headquarters, Sengoku, having received no good news from two consecutive calls, also let out a long sigh. He put down the Den Den Mushi in his hand, lowered his head, and rested it against his clasped hands.
He truly did not expect this!
Both missions had failed!
And they had actually failed in this way.
It seemed that their judgment regarding Ian, the God of Sun... Had still been wrong.
Just as Sengoku was reflecting on the shortcomings on the Marine Headquarters' side in this battle…
"Purururu!"
The Den Den Mushi that had just been hung up rang again.
Sengoku raised his head, withdrew his hands, took a deep breath, and, after readjusting his mood and expression, answered the call once more.
But after he said a single word, as if he heard what the other side had said, Sengoku's brow instantly twitched.
The anger and complicated emotions that had just been suppressed seemed unable to be contained any longer at this moment.
He directly roared into the Den Den Mushi: "Bastards! You actually dare to blame me? Was this mission ordered by me? You tell me! From beginning to end, I only gave one order, and that was to bring back to Marine Headquarters at all costs the blood left behind by Rocks!"
"Bang!"
Sengoku angrily slammed the Den Den Mushi down.
Previously, when he heard that the mission had completely failed and that the Marine Headquarters had suffered heavy losses, he had not been as furious as he was now.
From the very beginning, he had questioned Buster Call and had also raised the importance and priority of Rocks' blood, insisting that they should first bring Rocks' blood back to Marine Headquarters.
As for everything else, it could be dealt with later; there was no need to create unnecessary complications.
In the end, no one knew which idiot, without any discussion, directly declared that this was a good opportunity, that the other party had gone to Water 7 for sightseeing without bringing their main force.
And it was nighttime, making the chances of defeating Ian, the God of Sun, extremely high. Then, without consulting Marine Headquarters at all, by the time Marine Headquarters found out, the World Government had already agreed to and issued the Buster Call.
Moreover, when he expressed that it was inappropriate, he was forcefully interrupted.
Now that both the missions had failed and the Rocks' blood had escaped, they actually still had the nerve to question him, to question Marine Headquarters?
It was simply dog shit!
It could be said that the depression caused by the mission's failure finally exploded uncontrollably at this moment.
However, after venting his anger around the office for a while, Sengoku gradually calmed down.
Although he was extremely displeased internally, as the Fleet Admiral of Marine Headquarters, no matter what, he now had to deal with the potential impact of what would happen next.
The exposure of the Rocks' blood and the... Failure of the Buster Call!
Sengoku took a deep breath, readjusted his emotions, put on a serious expression, and directly pressed the emergency meeting alarm.
Immediately afterward, he roared toward the doorway: "Have all marine officers stationed at Marine Headquarters get their asses to the conference room for a meeting, and those who are already asleep, wake them all up for me!"
...
On the other side, the Five Elders whose Den Den Mushi call had been cut off by Sengoku also looked extremely grim.
The failure of this mission was something they had not anticipated at all; it could even be said that it was completely beyond their expectations.
One had to know that for the success of this mission, they had specially dispatched fifteen fleets, a Buster Call flee
t with two marine admirals.
And what was the result?