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... the hands of Black Crow?"
At Marine Headquarters, Sengoku stared at the report in his hands with a complicated expression and couldn't help but sigh.
After all, they had once been old rivals. If not for being on opposing sides, he and the Golden Lion might have been friends. They had fought for so long that they'd developed a certain respect—even familiarity—for each other.
Moreover, after Roger's death, most of the major figures from that era had retired, disappeared, di ...
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