One Piece : Admiral Falcon is Pissed off again today!

Sakazuki and Michael talked for a long time in the hospital room—so long that Gion and Stella began to suspect there might be something going on between Michael and Sakazuki. (💀)

Just as Gion was growing impatient and about to eavesdrop on the conversation inside, the door suddenly swung open.

Sakazuki walked out with his usual expression, the signature massive cigar clamped between his teeth, while Michael's furious voice echoed from behind.

"I told you I'm a patient! Who in their right mind smokes in a hospital room, you bastard!"

Sakazuki didn't respond and simply walked away from the hospital.

Gion cast a deep glance at Sakazuki's retreating figure before stepping into the ward.

Inside, Michael was waving away the smoke with one hand while muttering curses under his breath.

"So… what did you two talk about?"

"Talk about?" Michael looked up with a gentle smile.

"Just getting to know each other's future career plans, I suppose."

Without waiting for Gion to ask further, Michael climbed out of the hospital bed.

"By the way, where's that Celestial Dragon I rescued?"

"In the VIP ward on the top floor… But what are you planning to do?" Gion frowned.

"I thought you hate Celestial Dragons more than anything. Even you—"

She didn't finish the thought—'wouldn't hesitate to kill them given the chance.'

After all, the hospital was swarm with CP9 agents.

The first half of her statement might not raise eyebrows, since no one except Celestial Dragons themselves actually liked them.

But the latter half would be outright treason.

Even a Vice Admiral or Rear Admiral uttering such words would face severe consequences.

"Like I've said before…"

"To achieve my goals, I'd willingly sit at the same table as my enemies and share a drink with them if I must."

With that, Michael headed for the VIP ward on the top floor.

Along the way, CP9 agents repeatedly stopped him to verify his identity.

But given that he had publicly saved the sole surviving Celestial Dragon, he encountered little resistance.

When he reached the top floor, he ran into a doctor who was sighing as he stepped out.

"How's the patient?"

"Ah, completely unresponsive." The doctor glanced at Michael and shook his head.

"He doesn't eat, doesn't react to conversation, barely even blinks."

"Though I did notice his ears twitched slightly when he heard your name."

Michael understood.

He walked past the doctor and pushed open the door to the VIP ward.

Inside, a young, obese Celestial Dragon sat on the bed, clad in a tattered yet absurd spacesuit outfit.

Nearby, several CP9 agents were pacing anxiously.

When they saw Michael enter, one agent was about to moved to reprimand the unauthorized intruder but was quickly stopped by a colleague who knew better.

This agent had been part of the search team on the shore and had witnessed Michael saving the Celestial Dragon before being grievously wounded by Rayleigh's kick.

So he wasn't surprised to see Michael here—in fact, he felt a sense of relief.

Though this newly promoted Rear Admiral had a poor reputation among the Celestial Dragons, the agent couldn't care less at this point.

He hurried forward and gave Michael a slight bow.

"Rear Admiral Michael, thank you for your efforts."

"Yeah, no effort—just suffering." Michael waved dismissively.

"How's Saint Charloss? Still no response?"

"Sigh… That's right."

The CP9 members sighed and turned to look back, only to be completely stunned by the scene unfolding before them.

It seemed that upon hearing Michael's voice, Charloss had actually turned his head and looked in their direction.

This unexpected movement nearly made the CP9 spies break down in tears together.

Their lives were finally saved for good!

"It looks like Saint Charloss only responds to me now?"

Michael nodded at the CP9 agents and said.

"Why don't you all step out first? Let me see what's really going on. There might still be hope for Saint Charloss."

"...Alright! Then we'll leave everything to you, Rear Admiral Michael!"

The agent weren't exactly the most responsible bunch.

Under the tyranny of the Celestial Dragons, self-preservation was the only truth.

So after Michael spoke, not a single one of them raised an objection—instead, they all bolted faster than the last.

This was precisely why Michael disliked the CP organization.

These agents are destined to be nothing more than dogs for others, incapable of achieving anything significant.

"Saint Charloss, do you remember who I am?"

As Michael's voice rang out, his Holy Light also shone upon Charloss.

The moment the Holy Light made contact with the Celestial Dragon, Charloss shuddered violently, and a glimmer of life gradually returned to his eyes.

Having witnessed the hellish scene of three powerful figures slaughtering Celestial Dragons, Charloss finally emerged from his near-catatonic state.

His gaze at Michael shifted from confusion to sudden realization...

And finally transformed into fanaticism and worship.

"You... are my god! You are the deity who commands the light!"

"Aren't you Celestial Dragons always claiming to be the gods of this world?" Michael said with a faint smile.

"How could a noble Celestial Dragon call me a god?"

"No! They know nothing!"

A hysterical voice forced its way out of Charloss's throat.

At the same time, he stumbled and rolled off the bed.

Lifting his head, he fixed his still-fanatical eyes tightly on Michael, and then...

His obese body instantly dropped to its knees on the floor.

"My god, please accept my loyalty."

"Everything I have shall be devoted to you!"

Michael was taken aback.

Though he knew that scene must have left a deep scar on this Celestial Dragon,

he never expected it would make the usually arrogant and disdainful Celestial Dragon kneel before a mere Marine rear admiral.

And it was a genuine prostration—he even knocked his head loudly against the floor several times with audible thuds.

"Very well, Charloss. Since you believe I am your god, then you will absolutely obey my commands from now on, okay?"

"My god, of course I shall obey you!"

Charloss raised his head, the resentment in his eyes completely gone.

Michael's figure loomed even larger in his vision.

"Good. Remember the words you spoke today."

Michael nodded, then reached out, hauled Charloss up from the floor and tossed him back onto the sickbed.

Opening the door, he saw the CP9 agents immediately rush in, dragging the doctor back to re-examine Charloss.

Michael didn't linger. With a faint smile, he left the room.

"A nail has been planted..."

"Now we wait to see when it will serve its purpose."

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