I, Broly, began by destroying the pirate world.

16. Put a collar on little sister Im.

"Thank you all for your help."

Ten minutes later, Cobra looked at the people present and thanked them.

He would secretly place the pregnant women and infants deep within the palace and take good care of them, while Yixiao would take full responsibility for the killing of Lieutenant General Zmoman and his eight hundred soldiers, and Broly would simply return to the warship and continue his journey toward Marineford.

Smoker and Tina finally managed to calm their still-shaken emotions.

After a long silence, Smoker clenched his fists, his voice still trembling, but revealing a stubbornness that refused to turn back even after hitting a wall: "I...I've decided to join the Navy. Perhaps it's darker there than I imagined, but to uphold the justice in my heart, the Navy is the most suitable place right now."

He had long ago made up his mind that if the navy harbored corruption and filth, he would personally uproot these dark forces.

"Tina and Tina aren't going."

Tina's voice was barely audible, but her thoughts were completely opposite to Smoker's.

After witnessing firsthand the navy's disregard for human life, she lost all faith in that so-called "righteous army" and could no longer muster the slightest thought of joining.

"Little Tina, if you have nowhere to go for the time being, why not stay in Alabasta?" Cobra extended a gentle invitation.

"Alright, that's enough for now." Broly waved his hand lazily, then turned and strolled towards the east coast where the warships were docked.

This trip was worthwhile; I got to see plenty of excitement.

Seeing this, Smoker silently followed.

Yixiao chose another path and quietly left Alabasta, while Cobra took Tina back to the palace.

At this moment, the gears of fate have turned dramatically.

The storm stirred up by the butterfly's flapping wings is growing larger and larger in a direction no one could have predicted.

"What?! Mr. Doberman... has been murdered?!"

That evening, as Broly and Smoker boarded the warship, Doberman's first mate, Bastio, clutched a Den Den Mushi and gasped in disbelief.

Smoker's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly guessed what had happened.

It must have been Cobra who told the fabricated lies to the naval high command, who then relayed them to Bastiyo.

A frail yet still powerful voice came from the other end of the phone: "You are now in charge of the ship. Take the remaining men and return to headquarters. By the way, is Broly on board?"

Upon hearing his marshal's question, Bastiyu turned to look at Broly, who had just boarded the ship, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. He quickly bowed and replied, "Yes, yes."

"Let him answer the phone."

Kong's voice came through the Den Den Mushi, carrying an undeniable authority.

Broly strode forward and took the microphone. Bastio, as if avoiding a plague, hurriedly gave up his seat, barely daring to breathe.

Broly slumped into a chair and asked without the slightest politeness, "Who are you?"

The person on the other end of the phone paused noticeably, as if forcibly suppressing their temper, before finally saying in a deep voice after a few seconds: "Kong—Steelbow Kong!"

Smoker's expression changed instantly.

As someone who had wanted to join the navy since childhood, how could he not know that this was the title of the current Fleet Admiral?

"Just say what you have to say."

"It's not that I have something to say, it's that my superiors want to talk to you." There was a subtle, indescribable quality in Kong's voice.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the marines behind Broly all changed slightly.

The people above the admiral of the navy... looking at the whole world, there are probably only a handful.

A rustling sound came from the other end of the Den Den Mushi, and then the Den Den Mushi's expression changed abruptly, clearly indicating that someone else had answered the phone.

"We are the Five Elders."

A cold, aged voice came from the receiver, completely different from Kong's voice, exuding an aura of absolute control.

As expected, they are the Five Elders!

The two hundred remaining sailors on the warship all gasped inwardly.

In their minds, the only beings above the Fleet Admiral are the Five Elders, the supreme rulers of the World Government.

Broly's response was merely a single, dismissive word: "Oh."

His tone made it seem as if he wasn't speaking to the highest authority who controlled the world's destiny, but rather to a decrepit old man with five and a half bodies buried in the earth and one foot in a coffin.

The five elders on the other end of the phone fell into a long silence, probably the first time in hundreds of years that they had encountered someone who dared to speak to them in such an attitude.

After a long silence, the aged voice rang out again, carrying a hint of probing and a touch of condescending condescension: "Broly, would you like to join the Navy? If you nod, you can immediately succeed Sengoku as a Navy Admiral."

Upon hearing this, the two hundred sailors on the ship were so frightened that their eyes almost popped out of their sockets!

Putting aside the fact that appointing a three-year-old child as a naval admiral is already a pipe dream, what's more, this kid killed the former admiral Sengoku less than half a month ago, how dare the Five Elders extend such an olive branch?

These old guys must be crazy!

But for Broly, who was a transmigrator from the Flower Kingdom, this kind of thing was nothing new.

In the past, the drama of recruiting traitors and reaping surrender had been played out countless times. However, the intelligence and vision of the Five Elders were worlds apart from those of the truly great figures.

Broly scoffed, his contempt almost overflowing: "The World Government is even stingier than I thought. Do they really think they can buy me off with a mere admiral's position?"

Far away in the Hall of Power in Mary Geoise, the Five Elders looked at each other in bewilderment.

Dressed in a kimono, Nasujuro Sei gritted his teeth and muttered, "This kid's appetite is bigger than I expected!"

Another silence fell, then the Five Elders' hesitant voice, tinged with a hint of gritted teeth, came through the Den Den Mushi: "You... want to be Marshal?"

The entire warship fell silent instantly. Everyone froze in place, unable to imagine Broly sitting in the position of the highest ruler of the navy—that would be a catastrophic disaster for the navy!

Kong, who was in the same room as the Five Elders, had an even more uncertain expression. It was not that he coveted the position of Fleet Admiral, but it was already a great disgrace to the Navy for Broly to succeed Sengoku. If even his position was to be taken away by this monster, it would be an even greater disgrace. Where would he put his old face?

The five elders, gripping the microphone, gritted their teeth, their voices filled with suppressed rage: "This matter is of utmost importance. Wait until tomorrow, and we will give you an answer."

Even if Broly was the murderer who killed Sengoku, the Five Elders could tolerate him as long as he was willing to submit to the Navy.

After all, even the most foolish among them could tell whether the dead Sengoku or the living Broly were more important.

However, the position of marshal involves many complexities, and they had to weigh it carefully.

It even needs to be reported to that person.

Smoker, standing behind Broly, was completely stunned, as if he had been frozen in place.

It's already unbelievable that the Five Elders would offer the position of general to recruit people, but judging from their tone, they actually intend to offer the position of marshal as well? What's wrong with this world?

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

Just then, a burst of extremely mocking laughter suddenly erupted from the Den Den Mushi. The laughter was arrogant and shrill, almost shattering the receiver.

With his signature scimitar mustache, Vocuri Saint could no longer contain himself and roared, "What's so funny?!"

Broly laughed so hard he could barely breathe, slapping his thigh and taunting, "You really think I want to be your number one lackey?"

"What exactly do you mean?" Maz Saint, with his long white beard, couldn't hold back any longer and questioned sharply, his tone almost tangible with authority.

"Just kidding!"

Broly crossed his legs, twirling the microphone cord with his fingers, and said in a casual yet arrogant tone, "However, if you acknowledge me as your master, it's not something I can't consider."

"Alright then, let little sister Im put a collar on me, and from now on, every morning after I finish using the toilet, she'll lick my anus clean. In return, I'll reluctantly become your master."