One Piece: Gambling To The Top - Chapter 170

Jimbe seemed really angry. He looked at Sengoku, who showed his intent of starting an all-out war with the Whitebeard pirates.

Josh moved his legs slightly to the right and observed Jimbe with half-closed eyes.

Josh can understand the fisherman’s feelings. After all, Whitebeard was protecting the Fishman island — Jimbe’s home — from the pirates.

He could tell why Jimbe now is going to jail.

‘But this is as bad for me as it is bad for him.’ Thought Josh.

Josh was on the cash road, and he would reach a strong level very soon.

If the war breakout, then Josh knows that he won’t be able to hold himself from rebelling against the World Government and takes what is rightfully is his -his sword.

But, if he did that, he would lose many important incomes of money.

‘I should delay Ace’s execution.’

Josh stood up. ‘But I need to show them that I’m on their side.’

“Jimbe. I warn you. You are only required to fight Whitebeard, not to question the orders,” hissed Sengoku.

“Never! Whitebeard is someone that I owe for protecting my friends and home. He protects them from pirates that you can’t stop” Jimbe didn’t care about the warning that Sengoku gave him. “Let Ace go.”

Taking a Karate stance, Jimbe brought his hand next to his hip, his other arm extending and aiming at the Fleet Admiral.

Although Jimbe knew that what he is doing is crazy, he didn’t want to stay and watch from the side while the Whitebeard he admired is going to die.

Jimbe would break free from here, but he needs to take a hostage.

Josh, who was standing on the side, walked and stood in front of Jimbe.

Josh squatted on one leg, bringing his open hands in front of his face, the left hand in front of the right one.

“Don’t stand in my way. 5000 Bricks Fist!” Jimbe declared his attack name as his hand moved in blinding speed from his hip.

After he vanished from his spot, Josh appeared in front of Jimbe, dodging that fist that punched next to his face. The Fishman was twice as tall as Josh. Yet, that didn’t give him more physical strength. Josh waved his arm up, making five cut marks appear across the chest of the Fishman. He then jumped and chopped down on his neck.

Josh was a master of a very advanced form of Kung Fu. With his talents and power, he had been developing new techniques.

Jimbe fell on his knees and held his chest, unable to breathe.

“I’ve pressed air into your lungs. Your breathes would be cut temporarily.” Josh said, before leaning forward. He whispered something before grabbing Jimbe from the collar.

“I’ve put some pills in your collar. You and Ace eat them.” Josh said.

He hadn’t thought of a proper plan yet. Although it seems reckless to do that, Josh was planning to free Ace. He left him a few pills, which he thinks they may help them.

Jimbe was eye to eye level with Josh. He couldn’t understand what this strong young man is doing. Jimbe didn’t have enough oxygen to analyse the situation, but he was smart enough to realise that he can’t escape and that he has to go to Impel Down.

‘Just, what’s going on.’

Jimbe finally managed to breathe. “You… you only caught me off guard. Next time…nex..t…time.”

Bleeding, Jimbe let his head fall on the ground. Josh stretched his arms up, yawning.

The admirals were already standing as if they were ready to stop Jimbe. But it was useless since Josh had dealt with him. Sengoku told a near Vice Admiral to take him into Impel Down.

“Anyone who has objection on this decision, or anyone wants not to attend would lose his title and would be considered an enemy to the marines and the World Government.”

“By the way, have you published news about Ace being arrested?” Josh asked, interrupting Sengoku.

“We are planning to do, today,” Sengoku said. He eyed Josh and nodded. “The execution would happen three days later.”

‘So, it means I have three days.’ Josh thought as he went toward Hancock and lifted her from the hand.

“Where are you going?”

“You have delivered your message. I’ll come back when the execution day comes.” Josh said. He gave them his back while holding Hancock from the waist. “I’ll come back when the time is right.”

“You surely do,” Hancock said to Josh, who resisted his urge to chuckle and walked.

The marines had nothing to say to the Warlord who seemed to disrespect them.

The rest of the Warlords stood up and left, following Josh. Everyone seemed to have something to be bothered with. Except for Kuma.

Once he had left, Akainu let a small smirk.

Sengoku opened his mouth. “For the Warlords killer, he is quite reckless.”

“Yes,” Akainu said. “First Moria, then Blackbeard, and now Moria. I think it confirms our suspensions.”

“Not to forget the first one, Crocodile.” Said another Admiral, whose breathes were very cold.

In the earlier days, the marines had been worried about someone who is killing Warlords.

Since Josh had been reported to kill Blackbeard, he was the one to be suspected. His history of killing Crocodile, who was never being found, adds more to that fact.

Yes, Akainu had confirmed that. Besides, few previous Baroque Works agents that had been arrested had reported Josh’s plan of taking Crocodile, which made him the one to be suspected.

The fact that Josh took the imitative to take down Jimbe confirms their suspicion.

They had thought what Josh may get. But thinking that his crew are very strong now, it could be suspected that he may want to turn them into Warlords.

“Enough now. He has his role.” Akainu said as he stood up. “For the sake of the justice, we will take things at a time. First, let’s get rid of the pirates, and then, let’s deal with Warlord who violated the code.”

“So, are we going to stab him in the back?” Asked Aokiji, the admiral with a freezing breath.

Akainu glared at him and scoffed. “Would you rather give him a chance to escape and kill people?”

“You are going to stab the Devil in the back?”

“I’ll take him back to the depth of the hell,” Akainu said as his arm turned into magma, leaking hot smoke.

“Garp, what do you have to say to that.” Sengoku turned to the old man who seemed to be feeling at ease.

“I have nothing to say.” Garp gave him a half glance. Of course, Garp was in a bad mood. His grandson, the one whom he raised, will die.

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