Meanwhile, Lancelot looked at Sarie with a roguish smile.
"It seems I can't stay here much longer... Today, I'll thoroughly plow this field of yours."
Sarie coquettishly replied: "You're so mean..."
At this moment, she felt both anticipation and trepidation.
Over the past two days, she had truly come to understand Lancelot's terrifying prowess.
Once he started, it was like a perpetual motion machine.
It was truly unbearable...
...
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
Lancelot returned to Loguetown, where many marine base commanders had gathered.
There was even a high-ranking officer present.
This was the highest-ranking marine among them all—Commodore Mok, the commander of the 163rd Branch.
Surrounding him was a group of marine officers.
Clearly, these were all his allies.
The three major branches in the East Blue—the 8th Branch, 66th Branch, and 163rd Branch—could be considered Lancelot's direct subordinates.
It was these three branches that divided the East Blue into three main sea territories.
The commander of each branch held absolute authority within their respective sea territory.
Therefore, to truly control the East Blue, one first needed to subdue the commanders of these three branches.
A Captain approached Commodore Mok.
"Commodore, neither Commodore Nelson of the 8th Branch nor Commodore Drey of the 66th Branch have come. Should we..."
Before the Captain could finish, Commodore Mok interrupted.
"Those two are arrogant fools. By not coming this time, I'm afraid they're signing their own death warrants."
"What?" The Captain and other officers were greatly shocked, wearing expressions of disbelief.
Commodore Mok scanned the assembled officers.
"I brought you here today because, given our years of working together, I'm saving your lives. Our current Governor-General... is not as simple as you think. He has strength, methods, and connections. Even if all the East Blue marines combined, they couldn't defeat him. Nelson and Drey still treat him like he's Smoker! They truly don't know what's good for them."
The Captain spoke again, "Commodore, like Smoker, you are both former students of Admiral Zephyr. Moreover, you are about to return to headquarters for a new appointment, just like Smoker. Did you learn about our Governor-General's situation from somewhere?"
Commodore Mok nodded, "You only need to know three points. First, his strength is not inferior to that of the elite Vice Admirals at headquarters. Second, his backing extends even to the Holy Land. Third, he is highly regarded by Headquarters."
"Strength comparable to elite Vice Admirals?"
"Background from the Holy Land?"
"Favored by the Headquarters?"
The Captain and the other officers all turned pale.
At this moment, Lancelot's image became vividly clear in their minds.
In a word, whether in terms of strength or background, he was not someone to be trifled with.
If they encountered him, they must show respect.
Tap, tap, tap...
Just then, the sound of footsteps approached from a distance.
Swish...
Including Commodore Mok, all the officers turned their heads in unison toward the direction of the footsteps.
They saw a tall, imposing, yet handsome young man slowly walking toward them.
He wore the Marine's Justice Cloak with the rank of Rear Admiral.
Behind him, two swordsmen flanked him—one with two swords at his waist, the other with three.
All three were highly distinctive, making it immediately clear.
The newcomer was Governor-General Lancelot, accompanied by his two top subordinates: the three-sword style Zoro and the dual-sword style Lina.
When the three arrived before the group, Commodore Mok was the first to stand at attention and salute Lancelot.
"Commodore Mok of the 163rd Branch, reporting to Governor-General Lancelot."
Lancelot nodded at this, then swept his gaze over the people beside Commodore Mok.
He then said, "These are all the base commanders under the jurisdiction of your 163rd Branch?"
Commodore Mok: "Yes!"
Upon hearing this, Lancelot's expression darkened.
"So they dare to defy military orders."
He had long anticipated such a situation.
The fact that the 163rd Branch had even shown up was already beyond his expectations.
But he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.
Because this was a blatant act of contempt... and an outright insult.
Lancelot: "Zoro, hear my command."
Zoro stepped forward, "YES!"
Lancelot: "I order you to lead 1,000 Marine soldiers from Loguetown to subdue Commodore Nelson of the 8th Branch. I have only one requirement: execute anyone who disobeys military orders without exception!"
Zoro: "Understood, Governor-General!"
Lancelot: "Lina, hear my command."
Lina also stepped forward, standing side by side with Zoro before Lancelot.
"YES!"
Lancelot: "I order you to lead 1,000 soldiers from Loguetown to subdue Commodore Drey of the 66th Branch. Similarly, execute anyone who disobeys military orders without exception!"
Lina: "Understood, Governor-General!"
"Directly dispatching troops to subdue them?"
"Execute without exception?"
Whether it was Commodore Mok of the 163rd Branch or his subordinates, their faces all turned pale.
Hiss...
Someone couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.
Gulp...
Someone swallowed hard.
At this moment, the way they looked at Lancelot had completely changed.
They knew that this man, with his strength and background, would never let the 8th and 66th Branches off easily.
But they never expected him to act so directly!
The group couldn't help but exchange glances, feeling immensely relieved.
All the officers couldn't help but cast grateful looks at Commodore Mok.
However, Commodore Mok was already drenched in cold sweat.
Fortunately... fortunately, he had many classmates at Marine Headquarters, which was precisely why he had obtained some reliable information.
Otherwise, given his temperament, he would likely have ended up like Nelson and Drey—refusing to obey the Governor-General's orders...
After all, the three major branches in the East Blue had followed directives only nominally for over a decade.
This had become an unspoken rule
. Even the previous commander of Loguetown, Smoker, hadn't managed to command the entire East Blue Marine forces, had he?
At that moment, Lancelot's gaze fell upon him, and their eyes met... Mok couldn't help but feel his hairs stand on end.
An ominous premonition instantly washed over him.
Sure enough, the very next second.
Lancelot directly issued him an order.
"Commodore Mok of the 163rd Branch, heed my command."
Mok hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward.
"Your subordinate is here!"
Lancelot: "You are to lead all the officers behind you to purge all base commanders of the 8th and 66th Branches. Within three months, bring every base commander from these two branch territories before me."
Upon hearing this, Mok's pupils contracted to the size of needle points.
If he had merely brought his men here earlier, it could have been interpreted as following military orders.
But if he actually carried out this task now... he would be directly opposing Commodore Nelson of the 8th Branch and Commodore Drey of the 66th Branch.
Not just them, but even the people and factions backing them.
After all, these two had securely held their Commodore positions in the East Blue for over a decade.
How could they not have some powerful connections?
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