Appearing before Kyle were several members clad in CP9 uniforms.
Standing at the center of the group was a youth with long, flowing black hair and eyes as cold and sharp as his expression.
And this youth was none other than the legendary and notorious King of Indulgence—Rob Lucci!
A man who, upon awakening his Devil Fruit, poured all his points into audacity!
The source of classic quotes like "I don't acknowledge Straw Hat as an Emperor" and "An Emperor's right-hand man is also worth killing."
He was probably going to come out with "An Emperor's pet is also worth killing," "An Emperor's toilet is also worth scrubbing," and "As expected of an Emperor, even his toilet poses such a challenge" later on...
It's hard to say what else he cultivated during those two years of training, but he definitely trained his 'Iron Body' right into his mouth.
However, why was this guy here right now?!
Kyle was slightly puzzled, but he quickly dismissed the question.
He's the loyal hound of the World Government, the esteemed CP9 agent—isn't it perfectly normal for him to take a stroll around Marine Headquarters?
Kyle reached out to open the door to Sengoku's office, but a faint, dismissive voice suddenly rang out, causing Kyle's hand to halt mid-action.
"We have business with Sengoku. Scram out of the way!"
Kyle withdrew his hand and slowly turned around. Looking at Rob Lucci, whose gaze held nothing but indifference for him, a smile involuntarily curled at the corner of Kyle's mouth.
"I thought your arrogance was something you developed later. Didn't expect you to be like this all along!"
Before the words fully faded, Kyle's figure instantly vanished from his spot, reappearing right in front of Rob Lucci. A hand with distinct knuckles rapidly enlarged in Lucci's pupils.
!!!
Rob Lucci's pupils contracted sharply. His body instinctively tensed, trying to react, but his speed was clearly too slow.
Kyle grabbed Lucci's face with one hand, exerted force, and hurled him straight towards the main plaza of Marineford.
His body shot through the air like a meteor, breaking through layers of air resistance before crashing heavily onto the plaza with a tremendous boom.
A loud roar echoed as a large crater instantly appeared on the plaza. The ground shattered, rubble flew, and dust billowed.
The other CP9 members who had been standing beside Rob Lucci were still a bit slow to react.
But Kyle had no intention of giving them time to react.
Zap!!
Dazzling violet lightning flashed, and in the next instant, several figures, charred black and smoking, collapsed to the ground.
After finishing this, Kyle glanced once more in the direction of the plaza. The dust hadn't settled yet, but Kyle had already turned away.
Right now, if there's one thing he has plenty of, it's Beri!
Did they think he was Garp, unable to afford repair bills?!
Turning the doorknob, Kyle walked straight in, making sure to close the door behind him.
Looking ahead, he saw Sengoku sitting behind his desk, a slight smile on his face as he spoke to Kyle.
"Well done, kid!!"
"I've long been fed up with those CP organization guys. Bunch of no-skills pretending to be hot stuff, always coming here to order me around!"
"If I weren't the Fleet Admiral and were just a Vice Admiral like Garp, I'd have given them a 'fond' memory long ago!"
Sengoku had sensed the situation outside his door with Observation Haki the moment Kyle and Rob Lucci's group appeared.
And he had absolutely no intention of stopping Kyle's actions.
Just as he said, he'd long been sick of those guys, but his position as Fleet Admiral made it inconvenient for him to act.
If Kyle took action, then there was no problem!
If those five old geezers tried to blame him, he could just say, 'My grandson is only eight. Isn't it normal for a young, ignorant child to make a mistake?!'
With this newbie protection period, this version T0.5 existence, shouldn't he make good use of it?
Kyle walked straight over and sat down opposite Sengoku's desk. Familiar with the routine, he pulled open a side drawer and took out a pack of senbei.
Open bag, put in mouth, chew—done in one smooth motion!!
But Sengoku showed no trace of anger. His own grandson, he'd spoil him himself. Eating one pack of senbei was nothing; he could eat them all, no problem.
Grandson eating > Himself eating > Dog eating > Garp eating!
The hierarchy was already crystal clear!
Especially since Kyle brought him so much face. When chatting privately with guys like Zephyr and Garp, they'd mentioned countless times how much they envied him for having a grandson like Kyle.
There was just one thing he wasn't too satisfied with.
"Old man, I've already captured Moria. Make sure to add the military merits to our squad's record!"
"And also, no treasure was found on Moria's Thriller Bark. Remember to write a report for me, and then approve it yourself, okay!"
Hearing this, Sengoku felt an inexplicable twinge in his liver.
Yes, the only thing he wasn't too pleased about was this form of address Kyle used for him.
Before, he would affectionately call him 'Grandpa,' but at some point, it had become just 'old man.'
He'd told Kyle many times, but Kyle's motto was: You talk, I listen, but I just won't change!
Over time, Sengoku... still couldn't really accept it!!
He wanted his grandson to affectionately call him Grandpa, dammit~
Shaking his head, Sengoku's expression suddenly shifted as he processed the information. He looked at Kyle suspiciously and asked,
"You didn't find any treasure on Moria's ship??"
"That's right!!"
Kyle nodded without the slightest hesitation.
"Really?! That guy has no treasure?"
Sengoku asked again, his tone clearly disbelieving.
He'd sooner believe Garp could give birth than believe Moria had no treasure.
Others might not know what shady dealings Moria was involved in, but he, the Marine Fleet Admiral, couldn't possibly not know?
That guy had robbed more tombs than Sengoku had eaten senbei. And he'd have no treasure?
Sengoku wouldn't believe it even if beaten to death.
But well, as long as he wasn't beaten to death, he'd believe it, right?
Since his grandson said there was none, then there definitely was none!
Thinking this, Sengoku cleared his throat.
"Ahem, alright then. Since there isn't any, I'll help you write up an application and approve it myself!"
As the Marine Fleet Admiral, the whole 'you submit a report, I approve it' routine is too cumbersome. How does that demonstrate his authority?
Write the application yourself, approve it yourself!
That's the proper way to handle things nowadays. The organization needs to streamline processes, right? That's how efficiency is improved!
"Mhm."
Kyle gave a soft acknowledgment, a slight smile appearing on his lips.
According to normal procedure, most treasure obtained during a mission had to be turned over to the public, with only a small portion kept for oneself.
Could Kyle agree to that sort of thing?
Definitely not!!
Once something was in his possession, did they think they could get it back? What a joke!
"Go on, what did you come to see me for?"
Sengoku asked.
He didn't think Kyle came to his office just to tell him these things.
There was no need for that!
And indeed, that was the case. Kyle had come to see Sengoku for another matter.
Kyle poured himself a cup of tea, took a slow sip, and then asked leisurely,
"Old man, how is Rosinante's undercover mission going?"
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