Rosward Saint was raging inside the safe house. Unlike the other Celestial Dragons who were slightly restless, he wasn't worried that this disturbance would endanger his life. The Celestial Dragons' direct intelligence agency, CP0, was a powerful barrier protecting their supreme dignity.
These agents, always expressionless, were individually outstanding in strength, and the current agent leader assigned to him was even said to be able to rival the strongest combat power of the World Government and the Navy—an Admiral.
But the reason for his fury was naturally the roughly reported data. Although it was still unknown how many slaves had escaped so far, the CP0 agent responsible for surveying the scene had just informed everyone that the initial ignition point originated from the slave dungeon under Rosward Saint's name. "Rosward Saint! What exactly is the situation!? Explain clearly to this young master!" Facing an unknown situation never encountered since birth, a slightly younger Celestial Dragon couldn't help but complain. The speaker had the Celestial Dragon's signature towering topknot, but he was even more unconventional, leaving the hair on both sides styled into slightly upward-curling horn shapes.
Rosward, wearing sunglasses, twisted his thin, curled mustache with one hand. Already in a bad mood, he immediately retorted: "Mjosgard Saint, watch your tone! We must always maintain our due nobility and decorum! CP0 already reported just now, the Navy Admiral has arrived at Mary Geoise and is rushing towards the safe house."
The young man called Mjosgard Saint looked displeased. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger: "This young master's cell holding Fish-Man slaves is right next to your ignition point! Rosward Saint, you need to give everyone an explanation!"
"Explanation? Mjosgard Saint, are you questioning me? Don't forget your Donquixote family still owes us an explanation!" The middle-aged man, already in an extremely bad mood, sneered. First, his own slave holding point was destroyed, then all Celestial Dragons were escorted by guards to the specially made safe house for safety reasons, and now this kid was still adding fuel to the fire by blaming him. Rosward Saint certainly wasn't the type to let others walk all over him and unceremoniously tore open the Donquixote family's scar.
"You!" The young Celestial Dragon was choked with anger. Seeing the scene starting to devolve into mutual tearing, the other Celestial Dragons sitting aside quickly stepped in to mediate, persuading both sides: "Calm down, Rosward Saint. None of us could have anticipated this kind of accident; everyone won't blame you."
"Alright, alright, everyone take a step back. Mjosgard Saint, don't take Rosward Saint's earlier words to heart either. Donquixote Homing Saint's family left the Holy Land many years ago. It's said they already died at the hands of mobs. Since they are already dead, there's no point talking about tarnishing the Celestial Dragons' reputation," Charlos Saint, with a fleshy face, patted the young man's shoulder comfortingly.
Clang Clang! Knocking sounds came from outside the heavy, specially made safe door, causing everyone in the safe house to shift their attention entirely.
The agent leader stationed inside the room didn't open the door immediately but cautiously picked up the Den Den Mushi to inquire with his comrades stationed outside: "Who is it?"
The reply from the subordinates outside was quick: "It's Navy Headquarters Admiral 'Buddha' Sengoku." Saying this, he passed the receiver to the Wise General who had arrived alone.
"This is Sengoku. Is everyone inside the safe house unharmed?" The Wise General took the receiver, his first question concerned the Celestial Dragons' safety. As long as the Celestial Dragons were safe on this trip, the Navy's rescue mission would be considered successful.
The expressions of everyone inside the room visibly relaxed, losing the previous oppressive and gloomy atmosphere. The reputation of the World Government and Navy's highest combat power was quite recognized even by these high-and-mighty Celestial Dragons.
"Is it Sengoku?" Before CP0 could answer, Rosward Saint had already raised his hand, taken the receiver, and anxiously inquired about the situation outside: "Are those slaves attacking Mary Geoise?"
Sengoku narrowed his eyes. He hadn't seen slaves gathering in groups to attack Mary Geoise's buildings on his way here; instead, they were running towards the perimeter: "The scene is too chaotic. I only saw slaves trying to escape tangled up with guards. I dare not assert anything else."
He paused, realizing the previous words were insufficient to soothe the Celestial Dragons' emotions, and added: "My subordinate is gathering the scattered guards on the perimeter and will soon lead elite Navy Headquarters troops over to garrison Mary Geoise. Before that, I will guard outside the door. Ensuring everyone's safety is the Navy's top priority. Please rest assured."
"Yes, let the army garrison first, never mind those lowly escaped slaves. Our safety is of utmost importance," the Celestial Dragons inside the room seemed very satisfied with Sengoku's reply.
Rosward Saint turned his head. Seeing the other Celestial Dragons nodding frequently at Sengoku's arrangements, he could only suppress his own little scheme of trying to get the Navy to help capture slaves: "In that case, we'll trouble you."
Another half hour passed, making the Celestial Dragons waiting in the safe house seem somewhat impatient. But fortunately, they didn't have to wait much longer; the thick, specially made door of the safe house finally opened again.
What greeted the Celestial Dragons' eyes were two tall figures wearing justice capes, and Navy soldiers standing ramrod straight on both sides. Sengoku appeared very composed; the chaotic situation had actually ended completely more than ten minutes ago. Following the arrival of the main Navy force led by Sakazuki, the gathered Mary Geoise guards also worked together to extinguish the flames ignited in various dungeons.
To be safe, Sengoku didn't arrange for the safe house to be opened immediately. He had Sakazuki dispatch guards to conduct a sweep of all Mary Geoise buildings. Only after confirming there were no more external enemies or intruding slaves did he request the safe house door be opened.
"What about the slaves? Sengoku." A large portion of the Celestial Dragons, led by Rosward Saint, asked about the matter they cared about most. This was their capital for showing off to each other.
Sengoku was flipping through the detailed data provided to him by the CP0 agent; these were the identification numbers of all slave cells in Mary Geoise. He answered casually: "The situation is not optimistic. Only a small number of cells were not destroyed. It's estimated that over two-thirds of the slaves successfully escaped in this attack incident."
Mjosgard Saint slumped onto the ground upon hearing the report: "The Navy suppressed from the outside inwards and didn't even catch a single slave?"
"Yes," Sakazuki glanced at Sengoku. Seeing him nod slightly, he spoke to confirm, "We encountered the opposing party's support personnel on the perimeter and engaged in a standoff with them. Seven hundred Navy soldiers and several hundred outer guards can testify for me."
"Bastard! What are you paid for as a Vice Admiral? Why didn't you crush the slaves' support personnel?" The young member of the Holy Land's Donquixote family furiously reprimanded, only to notice the strange gazes from the Navy and guards stationed throughout the room.
Sakazuki stared expressionlessly at the Celestial Dragon roaring at him, staring until the other felt unnerved: "The one I intercepted was Dark King Silvers Rayleigh. May I ask, do you think I should have chosen to capture slaves and let him enter the Holy Land?"
"I don't care if he's Rayleigh or Fengleigh..."
"Stop!" Rosward Saint, being more seasoned, stopped Mjosgard Saint who intended to continue scolding. This idiot before him might not know the weight of that name, but it didn't mean everyone else was ignorant of him. "Enough. Unexpectedly, the Dark King also got involved. You already did very well just by preventing him from entering the Holy Land, Marine."
Although arrogant, not all Celestial Dragons were idiots.
With things developing this way, one simply couldn't blame that Marine for anything. Because compared to the loss of slaves, if that man known as Roger's Right Hand had taken the opportunity to invade Mary Geoise, that would have been the real threat.
Sengoku was somewhat surprised; it was quite rare to hear these Celestial Dragons speak reasonably. He followed Rosward Saint's words and added: "Since Dark King Rayleigh has appeared, then this incident is not the sudden accident we imagined. Clearly, whether it's invading the Holy Land to cause chaos or the escape of the slaves, it was all a premeditated attack."
CP0 at the side had already brought up the surveillance video, further corroborating Sengoku's judgment.
In the Den Den Mushi video surveillance, that Fish-Man moved through the buildings as if entering an unmanned realm, skillfully finding the hidden underground panel and opening the entrance to the dungeon.
If looks could kill, in the eyes of the assembled Celestial Dragons, that reddish-skinned Fish-Man who pried open the cages from the outside to release the slaves could simply have been sliced into sashimi.
Rosward Saint, keen on collecting slaves, already dared not imagine how many rare slaves he would lose this time. He raised his head to look at Sengoku, known as the Wise General, and gritted his teeth: "I demand that you Navy must exert all efforts to capture the true culprit of this attack. We want that main offender who dared to desecrate the dignity of the Celestial Dragons reduced to dust and ashes!"
But another Celestial Dragon still hadn't figured it out: "Then where did he enter from? I don't believe he could evade the eyes and ears of the hundreds of guards in the Holy Land!"
"No, regrettably, he indeed evaded them." The CP0 chief put down the Den Den Mushi he had just finished talking on. "My subordinates just reported a piece of information to me. They found traces of manual climbing on the sheer cliffs at the edge of the Red Line."