harras by Ron, Yoruichi seethed with anger, and having her tail stepped on only intensified her fury. Faced with the insult, she thought, " you step on my tail? See if my paw fist can't hit you, you'll be finished."
"Meow meow meow!!!" Yoruichi lifted her head, glaring at Tensei with contempt. Even Garp and Rayleigh, along with Tensei himself, were left bewildered by the unexpected turn of events.
The Marine Vice Admiral, Dark Horse, and the director of the Marine Investigation Bureau, found himself unable to foresee the cat's swift retaliation. "I was bullied by Garp, and now I am attack by a cat?!" Dark Horse fumed, extending a large hand to capture Yoruichi.
However, the next five minutes unfolded in a surprising manner. Dark Horse's screams resonated throughout the tavern. Originally, he intended to chase Yoruichi, but it quickly turned into a reverse scenario – Yoruichi chasing Dark Horse around the tavern. Despite Dark Horse's attempts to flee, Yoruichi relentlessly pursued him, proving to be an unstoppable force.
When the chaos settled, Yoruichi curled up on the windowsill, peacefully dozing off. Meanwhile, Dark Horse leaned helplessly on the bar table, his once solemn face now covered with bloody scratches.
Rayleigh and Garp exchanged astonished glances. Were the tavern's cats exceptionally powerful? Chasing a seasoned Marine Vice Admiral all over the place seemed inconceivable.
"Boss, what kind of cat is yours?" Garp asked with a wry smile. "If word of this gets out, Dark Horse will probably be Marine embarrassment from now on."
"It's just an ordinary house cat," Ron smiled awkwardly.
As the words left his mouth, Rayleigh promptly stood up, retrieved a camera from his pocket, and aimed it at Dark Horse's bandaged face, enthusiastically pressing the shutter continuously. Simultaneously, he exclaimed, "Hahaha... Let Morgans see these photos; i will sell it, and have my tavern drink charge cover for this month!"
Dark Horse tried to stop it, but he was too late.
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Inside Sengoku's office at Marine Headquarters:
Garp sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, laughing loudly. "Sengoku, you'd better let someone else from the Government supervise the battle. The way he is, he won't be able to recover for less than ten days and a half."
At this moment, Black Horse's face was covered with bandages, and his hands and neck were adorned with scratches. Sengoku ignored Garp, looking at Dark Horse helplessly. "What's going on?"
"I was scratched by the cat in Ron's Tavern..." Black Horse replied angrily.
"Huh?" Sengoku was momentarily stunned. "You didn't defend?"
"I can't hide... Armament Haki is useless in front of that cat," Black Horse admitted, lowering his head in embarrassment.
"What?" Sengoku was even more confused. If it weren't for the fact that Dark Horse had an upright character and was a man of integrity, Sengoku might have considered reassigning him.
"I have no problem; I can continue to perform the mission," Dark Horse stated solemnly.
Sengoku hesitated for a moment but ultimately nodded. "Be careful." Despite the numerous wounds, as long as it wasn't a fierce battle, Dark Horse could proceed without a problem.
"I knew this was the case; I should have made up for it with two punches," Garp muttered disappointingly as he walked out of the office. Before they had gone far, Sengoku's roar echoed from behind.
"Garp, what did you say?!"
...
Night fell.
After receiving news that Ace was temporarily safe, Rayleigh decided to stay in the tavern to drink and have dinner.
After the drinks and food, Ron and Rayleigh walked over to the large tree in front of the tavern for a moment of relaxation. After a while, they returned to the tavern.
Rayleigh glanced at Ron in surprise after relieving himself and asked, "Ron, where is your Lover?"
A slightly inebriated Ron replied proudly, "My lover is on my waist."
Hearing this, Rayleigh couldn't help but be astonished.
The two of them returned to the tavern, chatted for a while, and as Rayleigh was about to leave, a creaking sound from the door announced the entrance of a man in a black gown. This mysterious figure wore an iron mask, and his eyes beneath it seemed blurred, as if he had undergone some unusual transformation. Perhaps it was the effect of the night, but an eerie chill seemed to emanate from him.
Rayleigh, who was preparing to leave, instinctively assumed a defensive posture. His entire body tensed, resembling a sharp knife about to be unsheathed.
The aura exuded by this masked man brought to Rayleigh's mind the former overlord of the sea, Rocks!
Overjoyed at the arrival of the last missing piece, Ron greeted the mysterious figure, saying softly, "Welcome, please sit down. Should I call you You Tanzhi, or Zhuang Juxian?"
This individual is still a devoted worshipper, making even Blackbeard kneel down in reverence upon seeing him. Even for a hot-headed pirate, one must pay tuition to attend his class. He can be considered the originator of the dog-licking world.(From the series Demi-gods and Semi-Devils)
You Tanzhi slowly approached the bar and took a seat, smiling as he said, "Call me You Tanzhi; after all, Ah Zi is used to it. Bring a jug of good wine; let's have a good drink for today's affairs!"
Ron turned around, took a bottle from the wine cabinet, and handed it to You Tanzhi, saying, "This wine is called Dong wine."
You Tanzhi took the wine, opened the bottle cap, took a sip, and couldn't help but admire, "The aroma of the wine is pure and strong, without impurities—good wine! The mellow texture and rich aroma in the mouth are clear and delightful, making the overall taste full and mellow. I can't help but savor it."
"Just like it," Ron smiled and continued to ask, "What happened to make you so happy?"
Similarly curious, Rayleigh joined the conversation. People exuding such a cold aura usually have peculiar personalities, but You Tanzhi seemed different, exhibiting excitement beyond words from the moment he entered.
"The girl I like is blind," You Tanzhi took a sip of his wine, speaking with a loud smile. "Now there is finally a way to make her see the light again!"
Curious, Rayleigh asked, "What way?"
"Gouging out my eyes, with the hands of a divine doctor, putting them back on for her," You Tanzhi said excitedly. "This is what I am willing to do. For her, I am willing to give my all!"
As he spoke, the expression under You Tanzhi's mask grew increasingly manic, as if he wished he could gouge his eyes out right then and there—a deformed expression of love. Simultaneously, it represented the twisted fate produced by the collision of two extremes, Ah Zi and You Tanzhi.
Witnessing this, Rayleigh was astonished. He had seen individuals go to extremes for love, but not to the point of willingly losing their sight.
Just as You Tanzhi was consuming the wine one after another, Ron calmly stated, "Actually, you don't need to gouge out your eyes to cure Ah Zi."