"Who is Silver Snake?"
The white‑haired youth, shirtless and wearing only silver trousers, scratched his head and muttered through a haze of alcohol, his breath thick with drink.
"Uh?"
Vice Admiral Gilbert froze, taken aback.
"Hic! Right, I am Silver Snake! I forgot!"
The newly appointed Admiral Silver Snake hiccuped, swaying casually toward Vice Admiral Gilbert with a goofy grin.
"How about it, Vice Admiral Gilbert, are you drunk yet?"
"Drunk?"
Gilbert's lips twitched as he muttered that this new Admiral was seriously unreliable.
How could someone this drunk be an Admiral? The World Government must be completely muddled!
The new Fleet Admiral Sakazuki really went off the deep end with his appointments!
"Yes, Sir, I'm drunk!"
Vice Admiral Gilbert was secretly delighted to see this Admiral drinking himself senseless, and quickly reverted from his beast form back to normal, smiling broadly.
Although he wasn't sure what brought Admiral Silver Snake here, Gilbert suspected it wasn't a good sign.
He didn't know if the Admiral had witnessed the earlier confrontation, but the more Gilbert thought about Silver Snake's Devil Fruit ability, the more chills ran down his spine.
Judging by appearance alone, a stranger would never guess this seemingly unreliable white‑haired Marine General wielded a Logia‑type Devil Fruit ability, making him a lightning user, one of the rarest and most powerful types of Devil Fruit in existence — akin to the powers of Admiral Kizaru and Fleet Admiral Sakazuki, unmatched in destructive capability.
"If you're drunk, you have to accept the punishment! Drink! Drink!"
Admiral Silver Snake staggered and patted Vice Admiral Gilbert on the shoulder, laughing drunkenly.
"No one is allowed to leave! Hic, hic! Today We must drink until our hearts are full before We can go! Before We can go!"
The new Admiral Silver Snake loved to drink, and even enjoyed beauty as well…
Recalling the intelligence reports about Silver Snake, a glint of hope flashed in Vice Admiral Gilbert's eyes.
Perhaps this wasn't a disaster after all — maybe it was an opportunity!
If he could gain favor with this rising Marine star, Admiral Silver Snake, Gilbert could accelerate his own rise through the ranks, maybe even into an even higher position!
At the thought, Gilbert's gaze toward the drunk Silver Snake shifted from vigilance to greed and excitement.
"Admiral Silver Snake, don't worry! I'll take you back to the Stilan Industrial Empire right away, and I'll call a whole batch of beauties! We won't go home until We're more than satisfied!"
Gilbert helped Admiral Silver Snake onto the sofa and dutifully used a Den Den Mushi to order the warship to full speed toward the Stilan Industrial Empire.
At the same time, he discreetly used another Den Den Mushi marked with a red A to give a low voice command:
"Book Peach Blossom Valley! Transport a huge amount of fine wine in, and don't let anyone disturb the honored guest!"
"Yes! Red Heart Q, Sir!"
…
In Peach Blossom Valley, the most famous entertainment district of the Stilan Industrial Empire…
"Woo ah ~ Miss sisters, you smell so good! Such a sweet aroma ~"
A drunken voice slurred contentedly.
"Sir, you're so bad ~ I like it so much ~"
"Hehe, Sir, first smell what's on me ~"
"No, no, Sir, smell me first ~"
A circle of scantily clad exotic young women attended the white‑haired man, serving him wine with playful giggles.
These women weren't just humans — they included charming fox girls from the Mink Tribe, delicate rabbit girls also from the Mink Tribe, proud white goldfish Fishmen, and even tiny petite members of the Small People Tribe.
A dazzling array of beauties, like stars around the moon, surrounded the honored guest.
Yet behind the smiles, the women were terrified.
Before the honored guest arrived, the head of operations for Peach Blossom Valley, Red Heart Q, had issued a cold order in a tired voice:
"If anyone makes this honored guest uncomfortable, she will be sent to see Black Heart Q."
Black Heart Q was the enforcer of the organization's punishments, and any woman who disobeyed was sent to Black Heart Q's chambers — most never returned.
Those who did emerged broken, forever obedient to orders.
Even thinking of that torture chamber made every woman shiver.
"Admiral Silver Snake, try this wine!"
Vice Admiral Gilbert, sitting proudly nearby, poured a bottle of top‑grade wine into Admiral Silver Snake's cup.
The Admiral gulped it down, savoring the rich taste.
"Good wine! Excellent wine!"
"If you like it, I'll pour another…"
Gilbert was shocked — Silver Snake's alcohol tolerance was astonishing.
He had been drinking for over two hours, probably dozens of bottles of strong liquor, yet showed no signs of slowing down.
This Admiral Silver Snake's capacity was truly remarkable!
Gilbert originally planned to get this drunk Admiral thoroughly incapacitated, then use a hidden pinhole Den Den Mushi to record his scandalous behavior among these beauties.
"You drink too! You can't let me have all the fun! Come on, bottoms up!"
Silver Snake raised his glass, shouting drunkenly at Gilbert.
"Okay, Sir! I'll drink!"
Gilbert accepted the challenge, gulping the wine eagerly.
He wasn't worried about getting drunk — partly because Silver Snake was actually spreading his absorbed alcohol to everyone nearby through a weak, invisible current only he could emit, and the largest share of that alcohol was being transmitted to Gilbert.
"Tsk, this plain water mixed with wine, hiss…"
Suddenly, Gilbert felt dizzy and unsteady, wondering if that plain mix could really get him drunk.
Before he could think further, Silver Snake raised his glass again.
"Drink! Men who don't drink can never be true friends!"
Uh…
Begging the question, Gilbert hesitated but then gritted his teeth and drank again.
"Deep affection, bottoms up in one gulp! Shallow affection, just a sip!"
Uh…
After a few more cups, Gilbert was completely drunk.
…
"Hahahahaha!!"
Vice Admiral Gilbert's demeanor had completely transformed.
He sat beside Silver Snake, surrounded by girls passed out drunk, triumphantly boasting:
"Ah hahahaha, Admiral Silver Snake, I tell you! Hic! Here! In Peach Blossom Valley! We're the masters! What Marines? What World Government? All useless!"
"Oh? Is that so?"
A smile flickered in Silver Snake's drunken eyes.
Confessions were easier than interrogations.
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