Inside an extremely luxurious room.
Only a faint light filtered from the corner, casting itself upon Perospero's focused and tense face.
In his palm rested a Den Den Mushi, its surface slowly morphing into the likeness of Big Mom.
Her overwhelming aura of majesty, even transmitted through the Den Den Mushi, was enough to make one feel her power.
“Moshi moshi... Mama,”
Perospero spoke in an extremely respectful tone, his words revealing his utmost awe of the pirate queen.
“Yes, this is Perospero.”
As soon as the voice from the other end finished speaking, he eagerly told Big Mom of his discovery,
“I have clearly seen the face of the person who ate the Azure Dragon Fruit.”
Originally, Charlotte Linlin was the one who should have remembered Jin'an's face most clearly.
However, after being struck by lightning, her memories of the God Valley incident and the period before and after it became blurred.
This change made Perospero's discovery all the more important.
“Okay, I'll return to Whole Cake Island immediately.”
His voice was firm and decisive; Charlotte Linlin's orders were compulsory for them.
“I will have a portrait of that person drawn on the way.”
His talents were not limited to battle; they also included painting.
On the sea, the transmission of information was far more complex than on land, and an accurate portrait was often more valuable than a thousand words.
“As for the other person, his face has never been exposed in our sight.”
Perospero's tone was somewhat solemn when he said this, making one wonder about the true identity of that mysterious person.
“......”
The Den Den Mushi communication ended, and silence returned to the surroundings.
Perospero stood up, his painting tools ready.
In this world full of conspiracies, his every step was fraught with the unknown and danger, but he would undoubtedly do his best for Big Mom's orders.
Perospero's figure appeared even more sinister in the faint light.
......
At the Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
In a towering building, the Fleet Admiral's office.
The atmosphere inside the office was serious and quiet, with only the occasional sound of seagulls flying past outside.
Behind the large desk, Kong slowly put down the military Den Den Mushi in his hand.
He was silent for a moment, and a sigh echoed in every corner of the room.
“What eventful times we live in...”
He murmured to himself, his voice full of deep powerlessness and worry.
Kong then looked up, his gaze cast towards the huge window in front of him.
But his vision saw even further.
“Why are those scholars of Ohara such a headache...”
When he mentioned Ohara, his tone had a hint of blame, but more of annoyance.
Sengoku next to him also frowned, and he rubbed his temples vigorously. Obviously, he also felt unprecedented pressure.
“They are just that kind of people; they don't care about the consequences for the truth in their hearts.”
Sengoku's voice was low and a little tired, but it also revealed an understanding of the scholars.
Kong closed the file in his hand and shook his head helplessly.
“If they continue like this, the World Government probably won't be able to tolerate it.”
This was not only a personal opinion but also a concern for the entire world order.
“Is that blank 100 years so attractive to them?”
“Even life can be abandoned?”
Kong took a sip of water.
“Their pursuit of truth is even firmer than the pursuit of justice by most of the Marines in the Navy.”
“It's just a pity about the books stored there...”
Sengoku noticed something was wrong from Kong's tone.
“Is the World Government going to take action against Ohara?”
Kong nodded.
“According to the news I received, it's not far from taking action.”
“If it's short, it will be within this year; if it's long, the World Government will take action within two years at most.”
“Forget it, let's not talk about these...”
“Has that guy Garp run to the East Blue again?”
Subtle wrinkles appeared on his forehead. As the supreme commander of the Navy, he had a headache about those two maverick subordinates.
Although Garp and Jin'an could always perfectly execute every task, they were as elusive as ghosts in the headquarters, which made Kong feel a trace of envy in his heart.
Kong crossed his hands on the table, and his eyes revealed a kind of desire for freedom.
Although he possessed the highest power, he could not be as free as those two guys in this magnificent institution.
This contrast made him secretly lament in his heart—obviously, he had the highest rank.
Sengoku heard Kong's complaint, he just smiled lightly and habitually comforted:
“Garp and Jin'an are just this kind of character.”
“Maybe they will give us a big surprise sometime, maybe not.”
Sengoku's words sounded like a joke, but there was some helplessness in his eyes.
Those two guys were as capable as each other in causing trouble, and he had experienced too much...
“Brulu brulu... brulu brulu...”
A burst of rapid Den Den Mushi rang suddenly.
Kong's hand trembled slightly as he reached for the Den Den Mushi on the desk.
The moment the Den Den Mushi rang, a look of pain flashed across his face.
It was clear that the phone call had just ended not long ago.
He glanced at Sengoku, maybe it was time for him to retire.
He still connected the Den Den Mushi.
“Hmm? Are you saying there was a big battle in Paradise?”
“A huge dragon flying in the sky?”
His brows furrowed, and unease spread bit by bit as the information arrived.
In the office, Kong's expression became uncertain.
As soon as the other side finished speaking, Kong's tone unconsciously raised a few points, and there was a noise and an ominous silence from the other end of the phone.
“In the end, it seems to have been defeated?”
These simple words were like a heavy hammer, slamming into the hearts of everyone present.
Sengoku had already heard clearly from the side, and anxiety immediately filled his face, and the worry on his face was obvious.
“Did something happen to Jin'an?”
He asked urgently.
This eagerness surpassed his usual composure when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.
Sengoku frowned, and directly took out the Den Den Mushi and dialed it.
Until the Den Den Mushi was connected, the voice on the other side sounded again, a release from the tense emotions.
On the other side, a voice came, mixed with fatigue and slight dissatisfaction with the interruption.
There was a hint of sleepiness in the voice.
“Hello, what's the matter, I still want to continue sleeping...”
Sengoku's tension turned into surprise.
This sudden change made Sengoku's mood extremely complicated.
He took a deep breath, and the anxiety and worry in his heart were gradually replaced by an uncontrollable smile.
“You kid, we are working overtime.”
“You are sleeping quite comfortably...”
Hearing the voice from the Den Den Mushi clearly, Jin'an's sleepiness dissipated a little.
“Admiral Sengoku, is there anything to report?”
Sengoku became serious, “Who were you fighting before, do you need me to support you?”
