Chapter 190: End of the War (2)

Jozu wiped his eyes and Vista turned his back.

Marco looked at the family with a helpless smile.

"Father, how do you feel now about your health?"

Ace felt a little embarrassed, he rubbed his face indiscriminately and looked worriedly at the wound on his chest.

The bandaged gauze from earlier was soaked in blood again, proving that Teach had been ruthless.

Whitebeard waved his hand, "No one knows my body better than I do. Ace, you're a ghost now, how does it feel different from before?"

Ace knew his father didn't want to talk about his body in these moments of happiness.

Although they were worried, they didn't force him, so they followed their gaze and looked at Ace.

Ace thought for a moment and honestly said, "It doesn't feel different!"

He didn't feel any difference anyway.

"I heard that people can't touch ghosts." Jozu was eager to try it and reached out to give him a pat on the shoulder.

Indeed, the hand passed right through.

At first he was surprised, he hit his head with his fist and passed through again.

"Indeed, it's true!"

"Let me try too!"

Only a breaking sound was heard in the air.

Vista swung his sword, whistling directly towards Ace's eyebrows.

Ding!

A finger from the center of the forehead, the tip of the sword was firmly pinched by two fingers.

Ace tilted his head and the calm light of the sword illuminated his eyes.

Vista was surprised and the others exclaimed in admiration.

"No one can touch ghosts, but ghosts can touch people. That being said, why do I feel like you're stronger than before, Ace?"

"Ace, did the power of your fruit really disappear?" Jozu was curious.

Ace shook his head.

He tried it, and his ability completely disappeared.

"Incredible..." Marco muttered.

He looked at Ace, except that he couldn't touch and didn't have the fruit ability, he couldn't see any difference from before.

The Moby Dick slowly sailed into the sea.

Whitebeard drank and watched as the captains came and went between the cabins, fixing the battle damage.

Suddenly...

His eyes landed on the empty bow, furrowing his brow.

"Where's the old signing ghost?"

On the bow deck.

The ghost that had been squatting and smoking had disappeared.

Did he stay with Lucas?

Marco thought for a moment, "Speaking of which, when I entered the Navy Headquarters, I saw the old man smoking, walking towards a Marine!"

The situation was critical at that time, and he only gave it a quick glance.

"Was he helping us?" Whitebeard furrowed his brow.

He couldn't think of anything else other than helping to stop it.

"No."

Marco shook his head. "He went to grab the cigarette from that Marine's hand."

Worthy of that old man.

Whitebeard grunted, not paying it any mind.

He was a ghost that suddenly appeared, and since he didn't harm anyone, he didn't have to worry about it.

As for the alcoholic who appeared with him, they also disappeared without a trace, and seemed to have left together.

....

The bright moon was high in the sky.

The dark and vast sea reflected the lighthouse and moonlight, and a huge shadow slowly approached, crushing a pool of clear waves.

"Ghost Ship."

"Creak."

The sound of shoes scraping against the floor came from behind.

A pair of military boots stopped behind Sengoku.

The Marine admiral, dressed in a Marine coat, did not look back. "Is everyone retired?"

Garp said, "The last one just went to the infirmary!"

After he finished speaking, he walked to the seat next to Sengoku and sat down, reaching out and unabashedly eating the admiral's senbei.

Veins bulged on Sengoku's forehead.

"I see you're in a good mood!"

He turned around and looked at Garp, who lazily lay in his seat holding Senbei and happily munching away.

Garp was used to his gaze, and it didn't affect his appetite in the slightest.

Sengoku stared at him for a long time.

"Save some for me, old friend!"

Garp turned around and pointed his behind at him.

The atmosphere gradually became dangerous.

"You guys, playing at such a tense moment!"

At this moment, a voice came from outside the door.

Tsuru pushed open the door and came across this scene.

Sengoku's face was solemn, and Garp swallowed the senbei and stood up solemnly.

Then the three of them walked out of the office.

...

Meeting table.

Tsuru put her hands on her chin and listened to Sengoku's order.

"Count the number of people and tally the losses."

"Yes!" Someone quickly left the meeting room.

Sengoku's eyes were dark.

Marineford has fallen, it is now a "ghost land" and no longer suitable for habitation.

This means that the Marine Headquarters will also move.

"Relax, we have won." Tsuru's calm voice sounded in the conference room.

Roger's son was executed and the Marine's objective had been achieved.

Whitebeard, known as the strongest man in the world, was gravely injured, which was an unexpected joy.

The issue of Lucas has reached a level that only the World Government can handle.

They, the Marines, do not have the power to confront their entire ghost regiment.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was heavy.

Sengoku did not look up, looking at the round table in front of him.

Victory?

Can it really be considered as such?

"I am too old for this." Sengoku came to a conclusion in his heart.

"This time the execution failed, I cannot avoid taking responsibility. After this incident is over, I will resign."

The meeting room suddenly fell silent.

Both Tsuru and Garp remained silent as well.

They understand that someone must take responsibility for this failure.

Amidst the tension.

Another burst of footsteps could be heard outside the door, and the officer in charge of the report rushed in, with a panicked expression on his face.

"Marshal, there's a ghost! Someone has followed the ship!"

Sengoku frowned as he saw him panicking.

He heard the word "ghost," his face changed slightly, and a person appeared in his mind.

Boom!

At that moment, the door to the meeting room opened.

Kizaru opened the door and entered, only to find that everyone's eyes were on him, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

What's going on?

Why are they looking at him as if he had a ghost on his face?

Horrible!

"Borsalino, is it your turn as expected? You--"

Sengoku stood up and looked behind Kizaru.

"There's a ghost behind you~..."

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