"You will agree, because you are Garp, the Monkey D. Garp who has chased me for most of the world, and my only close friend."
Roger looked at Garp trustingly and spoke with determination.
"There's no way I'm going to agree to that!"
Garp felt like he was going crazy and glared at Roger.
"He is on the island of Batelila in the South China Sea."
"boom..."
The cell trembled, Garp's right fist was bleeding and his eyes were red, "Why are you entrusting it to me?"
"Because I trust you, because you can give him the best life, this child will probably complain about me in the future! Complaining bleeds from my body, but I am really happy."
At the end of the sentence, Roger's eyes became moist.
"You bastard, I will personally hand him over to the Navy. This will be the worst decision you have ever made." He cursed, and veins spread on Garp's neck.
Roger didn't speak, he just looked at Garp and smiled, his eyes full of trust and trust.
"Damn it, damn it, you want to cause trouble for me even if you die."
The whole cell trembled, and Garp punched the wall, leaving a fist mark and left.
"Garp, when he grows up, say sorry to him, and also help me say sorry to Lujiu. Although I am not a good husband or a good father, I love them."
Containing all the love, Roger shed tears but smiled.
"go to hell!"
But what answered him was Garp's echo, followed by boundless darkness.
"Garp, I leave everything to you. Only you can give him a different life, otherwise the child will live with my sins on his shoulders. This is too unfair to him."
Boundless darkness came over, and Roger lowered his head as he muttered to himself.
After leaving the infinite hell, Garp took the elevator back to his residence. Along the way, his face was livid and frightening. The guards and criminals he met along the way did not dare to breathe.
Furious, Garp returned to his residence and smashed things all over the house.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he felt inexplicably angry and sad.
"Battleila Island in the South China Sea, Ace, An..."
After venting his anger, Garp sighed.
At the same time, on a cliff on Batelila Island in the South China Sea, a woman touched her erect belly and looked toward the horizon, her eyes full of longing and determination.
Rogue Town, Naval Branch playground.
"Whoosh..."
A figure flashed up, his right hand covered with a thin layer of light black weapon color, and punched the training equipment, causing a huge explosion.
"Boom...boom..."
Smoke and dust flew, and Foxy entered into selfless practice.
Not far away, Donald Duck was also practicing with his head raised, looking at Foxy from time to time with eyes full of grievance and decadence.
He has been so exhausted these past few days that he doesn't even have time to take a walk after eating. This is not the life a duck should live at all.
Sweating profusely, Foxy did a backflip in the air and stood on the ground. Looking at the thin layer of material covering the surface of his fist, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
In the past few days, he has initially mastered the weapon color. From seeing nothing at the beginning to a thin layer of light black now, it is a big improvement.
After practicing Armed Color, you will become Lan Jiao.
Even with the basics of shaving and moon walking, Foxy has not mastered it these days, which caused him to suffer some blows.
He took it for granted, thinking that with Shao and Moon Steps as the foundation, he could learn Lam Kou in the shortest time. In fact, there was still a long way to go. Foxy overestimated himself.
Now Foxy's injury has healed, so he can now practice at a high intensity.
But Foxy felt that there was not enough time. One day passed without him realizing the basic training, six postures, and two colors of domineering, leaving him completely unprepared.
Speaking of which, Foxy is so obsessed that he doesn't care about his cultivation, and nothing in the outside world can affect him.
Compared to Foxy, who was immersed in his practice and felt that time passed too fast, Donald Duck felt that seconds were like years, and these days were not like a duck's life.
The whole duck has lost some weight. It looks listless day by day, as if it was neutered. It is mentally depressed and there is no hope for the duck to survive.
Looking up at the sun in the center, Donald Duck's decadent expression suddenly brightened up, because it was time for lunch.
Throwing away the training equipment, Donald Duck ran to Foxy and croaked.
His upper body was naked and dripping with sweat. Foxy was breathing heavily, looking helpless as Donald Duck couldn't wait.
"I know, let's go eat!"
After wiping the hot sweat from his face, Foxy also felt hungry.
Now that the intensity of cultivation is getting higher and higher, more and more energy is consumed every day, which also causes Foxy to eat more and more every meal.
Now Foxy's consumption system is way ahead of its former self.
After returning to the dormitory to wash off, Foxy changed his clothes because he did not plan to practice in the afternoon, but planned to go to Rogge Town for a stroll.
After all, I've been staying in the branch these past few days, so it's time to go out for a walk.
And there are only three days left before the execution of the Pirate King. I believe that many big shots and future big shots have landed in Rogge Town one after another. It seems that there is something wrong with me not going to see them.
Just as Foxy guessed, all kinds of monsters and monsters have begun to appear in Rogge Town. Every day there is news about big pirates with huge rewards.
As for the Foxy incident a few days ago, it has long been forgotten.
Entering the cafeteria, Foxy didn't need to greet him at all. Donald Duck had already swung his fat butt and ran to the cafeteria window, croaking and gesticulating at the few logistics sailors who were serving meals.
During this time, Donald Duck has become familiar here, and the entire branch knows this duck.
Maybe I came too early, so there are not many sailors eating in the cafeteria now.
As the food arrived, Foxy and Donald Duck began to devour it, and the plates slowly began to stack higher and higher.
"Yo, Foxy."
Just when Foxy was halfway through eating, Flying Squirrel walked in a little tiredly, waved to the dining window, and sat down opposite Foxy and started eating.
"Major General Flying Squirrel."
Foxy raised his head and looked at the flying squirrel. It seemed that he had rarely seen him recently.
I guess there have been more and more pirates recently.
Not only have there been more and more pirates in the past few days, but there have also been more and more marines. Many colonels, major generals and even lieutenant generals that Foxy has never heard of have come.
And as the execution time gets closer and closer, the atmosphere in the entire Rogge Town seems to become depressed.
At the same moment, in the forest behind Rogge Town, a young man with short silver hair was looking for something while carrying a backpack and a hoe in his hand.
At this time, there were many common medicinal materials in the backpack, and the young man was obviously digging for medicinal herbs.
Sweating profusely, the young man walked to the edge of a mountain stream, washed his face and took a sip of water. He accidentally discovered a white fruit with strange patterns floating between two stones.
When he saw this fruit, the young man was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.
When I was working in a tavern these days, I heard a pirate say that there was a secret treasure called Devil Fruit in the sea.
The fruit will be covered with weird spiral patterns, and you can gain demonic power by eating it.
Could this be a devil fruit?
Unable to help himself, the young man recalled in his mind the last scene when the navy, who was about the same age as him, killed a wolf-shaped monster pirate...