Moya wanted to say more, but Kizaru had already stepped off the warship with a single stride.
In almost a flash, he was already standing on Baterilla Island. The other officers on the warship glanced at Moya and then disembarked as well.
"Moya, listen to Kizaru. Take a rest for a while."
The neck is the most vulnerable part of the human body. Anyone else with injuries like Moya's would likely be unable to move around so energetically.
"Damn it!"
Watching the others leave him behind, Moya clenched his fists, feeling deeply unwilling.
Kizaru, who had arrived at Baterilla Island first, took a few steps, and with a flash of light, he was already standing on the island's streets.
"Is he on this island?"
A hint of a smile appeared in his eyes behind the sunglasses, and Kizaru was very interested.
The black flames on Dragon had left a deep impression on Kizaru. Without Garp's mastery of Haki, it would be difficult to dispel them.
And if those eerie black flames couldn't be dealt with, they would eventually consume their host.
That Moya couldn't handle Rojen was something Kizaru had known the moment he received the Den Den Mushi call.
Although he had eaten a fruit that made him impatient, he himself was a slow-moving person, so it took him nearly 2-3 hours to get here.
But there was no rush!
"As long as he's on this island, it'll be easy to handle."
Step by step, Kizaru's eyes remained relaxed.
His body transformed into light, darting through the streets, his movements so fast they were almost impossible to see. This was the speed of light, by the time you saw him, he was already by your side.
After searching for half an hour without detecting Rojen's presence, Kizaru still wasn't in a hurry. He even had the leisure to enter a coffee shop.
When the waiter brought the coffee, Kizaru stirred the sugar into it, a satisfied smile on his face.
"The climate on Baterilla Island is a bit humid, but the coffee is exceptionally rich."
"It could be considered a local specialty."
It seemed he wasn't particularly concerned about Rojen.
"Admiral, you really don't seem to be in a hurry!"
At that moment, four burly figures finally spotted Kizaru's trail. They pushed the door open and stepped inside, their eyes anxious as they frowned at Kizaru.
Everyone knew how important Rojen was. Once his trail was discovered, it was imperative to capture him as quickly as possible.
But here was the Admiral, strolling around and then stopping for coffee?
"Vice Admiral Noas, why the rush?"
"With five Vice Admirals and one Admiral, do you really think Rojen can escape?"
Kizaru spoke unhurriedly, taking a slow sip of his coffee and then expressing admiration.
"But it's already been four hours and eight minutes!"
Vice Admiral Noas glanced at his watch, his expression grave.
"We still have no news of Rojen!"
Kizaru chuckled, not in a hurry to respond to Noas. Instead, he took another sip of his coffee.
This time, he drank directly from the cup.
As he was drinking, outside the coffee shop, at the corner of the street, a group of Marines suddenly appeared.
Among them was a chubby Marine who looked timid and honest, following the group and glancing around as if searching for a target.
At that moment, Kizaru's hand holding the cup paused, and a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes behind the sunglasses.
"Why the rush?"
"Maybe, by having a cup of coffee here, the target will appear on his own."
"That's not impossible, you know!"
Vice Admiral Noas was furious. An Admiral, acting so casually!
It was just too unreliable!
He swore that once he returned, he would report Kizaru to Sengoku.
"What nonsense are you spouting, Kizaru!"
Noas's tone grew heavy as if he was about to argue with Kizaru.
"Hehe."
The latter just laughed again, then finished the coffee in his cup. After that, he slowly stood up, his gaze behind the sunglasses instantly focused on the street.
"What I said is the truth."
His sharp gaze pierced through the coffee shop's glass window, directly locking onto the chubby Marine.
At the same time, the chubby Marine seemed to sense Kizaru's gaze, quickly turning his head to meet Kizaru's eyes.
"Not good!"
The chubby Marine's face remained honest, but his heart was filled with shock.
Rojen never expected that while just following the Marines around and pretending to search, he would actually run into a Marine Admiral.
That iconic pair of sunglasses, though he looked much younger, the face was unmistakably Kizaru!
Marine Headquarters, the highest combat power, Borsalino, code name Admiral Kizaru!
And at this moment, the other party was staring at him with a sharp gaze, seemingly having recognized him at a glance.
"What to do?"
"Run?"
A hint of panic arose in Rojen's heart, but he quickly steadied himself.
"Or, should I fight?"
In that instant, a fierce light burst forth from Rojen's eyes.
"Fatty, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up and move!"
The voice of the Marine ahead sounded impatient; they hadn't noticed Kizaru and the others inside the coffee shop.
Inside, Vice Admiral Noas wanted to say something, but Kizaru had already stood up.
"Hehe, Vice Admiral Noas, let's go see what our target is up to this time."
"Be cautious!"
His tone remained casual as Kizaru took a step forward, already exiting the coffee shop.
His target was very clear; just a few strides brought him closer to Rojen.
As Kizaru approached, Rojen suddenly felt a terrifying pressure descending upon him, causing his expression to change slightly.
"Is this the imposing manner of a Marine Admiral?"
It was an indescribable, enormous pressure that enveloped him, making it difficult for him to move even a little.
At this moment, in Rojen's eyes, there was only the tall figure striding toward him. He could see the justice cape fluttering in the wind and the steadily advancing footsteps, but he could no longer see anything around him.
Step by step, the clear sound of footsteps reached his ears, causing Rojen to break out in a cold sweat without realizing it.
Such overwhelming strength could create immense mental pressure on the enemy. This kind of pressure was intangible; it would naturally dissipate when the strength gap wasn't too great.
However, Rojen's current strength was undoubtedly far too inferior to Kizaru!
If Moya was merely an immense stone, then Kizaru at this moment felt like!
Mount Everest!
Soaring high into the clouds, seemingly insurmountable, as if it were a terrifying height he could never hope to reach in his lifetime.
"So strong!"
Under the shock, Rojen's feet could no longer move an inch.
Just then, Kizaru's figure stood directly in front of him, looking down at him from above.
(End Of This Chapter)
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