Luffy, however, didn't think that much.
Seeing Garp, he was just happy, so he took off his short legs and rushed over, hugging Garp's thigh.
"Grandpa! You've come to see us!"
Garp looked down at his precious Grandson clinging to his leg, and the smile on his face grew even brighter. He stretched out his large, fan-like palm and vigorously ruffled Luffy's head, turning his black hair into a bird's nest.
"Wahahahaha! Of course!"
However, his gaze quickly moved from Luffy and landed on Captain Rat, who was still kneeling on the ground with a fawning smile.
The smile on Garp's face instantly vanished.
It was replaced by a bone-chilling coldness and disgust.
He didn't even bend down, just pointed his chin at Captain Rat, his tone so flat it made one's heart clench.
"You just said you wanted to arrest my Grandson?"
Captain Rat's body trembled violently, his smile uglier than a cry.
"No! It's not! A misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding, Vice Admiral Garp!"
"Oh?" Garp picked his ear, his other hand still rubbing Luffy's head. "Then what did you say you were going to do to them just now?"
"Kill without mercy?"
These four words, spoken lightly from Garp's mouth,
completely shattered Captain Rat's entire world.
"No... it wasn't me who said it! It was... it was them! They misheard! Yes! They must have misheard!" Captain Rat frantically shook his head, pointing at his group of stunned subordinates, trying to shift the blame.
"How dare I... How dare I do anything to your Grandson..."
"Shut up."
Garp interrupted him.
His voice wasn't loud, but the unquestionable authority in it instantly silenced Captain Rat, leaving only the chattering "clack clack" of his teeth.
Garp finally let go of Luffy and took a step forward.
A tall shadow completely enveloped Captain Rat.
"Accepting bribes from the nobles of Goa Kingdom, leading the Marine to clear out civilians."
"And you don't even know who your target is, yet you dare to shout about killing."
Garp looked down at this scoundrel who was so scared he was about to wet his pants, his eyes devoid of anger, only pure, high-and-mighty contempt.
"Do you trash even deserve to wear this cloak of justice?"
Garp grabbed Captain Rat by the collar and easily lifted him off the ground, his feet dangling.
"Uh... uh ah..." Captain Rat's throat was constricted, and his limbs flailed uselessly in the air.
"How much money did you take?" Garp asked coldly.
"Five million..."
Garp was furious. five million berries made you betray the justice of the Marine, you're not worth living.
"You... and this group of useless subordinates of yours."
Garp glanced at the pale-faced Marine soldiers.
"All of you, undergo an internal investigation."
He casually threw Captain Rat to the ground like trash, then delivered his final judgment to the group of Marine soldiers.
"As for you..."
His finger pointed at Captain Rat, who was still twitching on the ground.
"Impel Down is your only destination."
After saying that, Garp didn't even bother to look at him again, turning around and walking back to his Grandsons.
Captain Rat's eyes rolled back, foam came out of his mouth, and he completely fainted.
His Marine career, his life, at this moment, came to a perfect end.
Impel Down, permanent residency granted... Meanwhile.
East Blue, the sea outside Foosha Village.
The sea surface was calm as a mirror, sunlight scattering, sparkling.
"Creak... creak..."
A strange sound echoed across the open sea.
A tall and slender man was leisurely riding a bicycle, slowly moving across the sea.
Wherever his bicycle tires passed, the blue seawater instantly froze into a clear ice path, and after he passed, the ice path quietly melted, leaving no trace.
This handsome guy riding a bicycle wore sunglasses, had curly black hair, and a lazy, half-asleep expression on his face.
It was one of Marineford's top combat forces.
Admiral Aokiji.
He slowly rode to the shore of Foosha Village, leaned his bicycle against a coconut tree, and then stretched his body with a long yawn.
"Ara la la..."
"Finally arrived."
He looked around at the quiet and peaceful Village, a hint of curiosity in his tone.
Aokiji walked along the paths of Foosha Village.
His pace was slow, even leisurely.
This errand, personally ordered by Fleet Admiral Sengoku, seemed no different from a stroll to him.
"Ara la la..."
He pushed up his sunglasses and surveyed the tranquil Village.
"Mr. Garp's hometown is indeed a nice place to sleep."
The sun was just right, the sea breeze carried a salty scent across his cheeks, and everything seemed so peaceful and serene.
His eyes, always half-closed, slowly scanned the Village.
Then.
His gaze fixed on Makino's tavern.
There was an excessively simple stall there.
A broken table, a lounge chair, plus a crooked wooden sign that read "Dungeon Shop."
A White-haired Youth was lying sprawled on the chair, his head tilted to one side, sleeping soundly. The sunlight shone on his excessively young face, making him look harmless.
Aokiji's steps paused.
On his lazy face, for the first time, a hint of interest appeared.
Mr. Garp's excited, almost roaring voice on the den den mushi, Fleet Admiral Sengoku's unprecedented solemn tone... was the source of it all this white-haired kid sleeping so soundly that drool was about to trickle out?
Aokiji scratched his signature curly black hair.
Hmm.
This unkempt, 'salted fish' demeanor.
This posture of being too lazy to even lift an eyelid if the sky fell.
That's right.
It's you.
Aokiji slowly ambled over, his tall figure casting a shadow on the ground, just enough to cover White Night.
White Night, in his sleep, seemed to notice the change in light, frowned impatiently, turned over, and continued to sleep.
Aokiji didn't speak, just stood there quietly, looking down at him.
He saw the sign on the table, with a price list written in messy handwriting.
Beginner Dungeon: one million Berries.
Intermediate Dungeon: ten million Berries.
Advanced Dungeon: one hundred million Berries.
Aokiji's eye twitched slightly.
This money-grabbing attitude was exactly as Mr. Garp had described.
He extended a slender finger and gently tapped on the dusty wooden table.
"Knock knock."
The crisp tap was exceptionally clear in the quiet afternoon.
White Night's eyelids trembled, and he reluctantly opened a slit, revealing a pair of eyes heavy with sleep.
"Hey."
"Little brother, you have a customer."