Grimmjow dragged the entire execution rack with one hand, Zoro still tied firmly to it, and followed behind Adrian.
…
On the other side of town—
The chaos had already been noticed.
The moment someone saw Helmeppo get his head cut off, the nearby Marines nearly fainted. Panic struck instantly. They bolted toward Marine Branch 153.
That was Captain Morgan's only son.
If Morgan found out Helmeppo died—and they didn't report it immediately?
Death would've been kindness.
No one in this town dared oppose Morgan. If anyone had that courage, they would've risen long ago.
Meanwhile, Adrian was walking straight toward the Marine base as well.
Why?
Zoro's swords were inside.
Especially Wado Ichimonji, a grade blade of serious value. Stealing that would definitely raise his bandit-operation evaluation.
Soon, they stepped into Marine Branch 153.
Without knowing exactly where the weapons were kept, Adrian decided to wait for someone to show the way.
He didn't have to wait long.
"Captain Morgan! Those two killed Lord Helmeppo!!" shouted a Marine, dragging Morgan forward.
When Morgan saw the two strangers—
and his son's headless corpse—
his rage exploded.
"You're the ones who killed my idiot son?!"
His voice cracked with fury.
Morgan, drunk on power and hypnosis-fueled delusion, ruled this branch with cruelty and arrogance. He wasn't a real Marine—he was a tyrant with a uniform.
His authority was the only thing he possessed.
And now even that was slipping.
His son was gone.
How could he not erupt?
Adrian didn't bother responding.
"Grimmjow. I don't want to hear their nonsense."
One sentence.
Grimmjow moved.
He vanished.
A sharp burst of sonido split the air.
He appeared beside Morgan and his soldiers—
And slaughtered them all in a single instant.
Blood painted the ground.
Bodies fell like cut wheat.
Captain Morgan—
the infamous "Axe-Hand Morgan"—
didn't even get the chance to swing once.
Though he once boasted of having injured Garp for 1 HP, earning the ironic nickname "Axe Emperor," the truth was simple:
Before Grimmjow, a Nation-Destroyer-level monster—
Morgan wasn't worth the time it took to kill him.
"Grimmjow, leave one alive. We'll need a guide."
"Understood."
Grimmjow immediately softened his killing spree just enough to spare a single Marine.
Everyone else who rushed in—
died.
There were no exceptions.
Anyone who dared approach was cut down instantly.
Blood. Bodies. Severed limbs.
A massacre.
The single Marine who survived had turned completely pale, trembling violently. His legs barely supported him.
He stared at Grimmjow as if he were staring at death incarnate.
Given the carnage around him, his terror was understandable.
One wrong move—
and he'd be next.
…
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