Dragon studied Sige, baffled by the man’s audacity. Does he truly believe he can ambush Garp?

The Marine Hero, though aged, remained a titan. Yet this "Bandit King" exuded confidence sharper than a Shusui blade.

He’s no fool. Years in shadows… this must be a decades-long scheme. Dragon’s mind raced. But what ace does he hold?

Across the table, Sige broke the silence. “Why approach me? A mere mountain bandit?”

Dragon leaned forward. “Our goals align. Revolutionaries seek to topple the Celestial Dragons. You aim to claim Mary Geoise as the Bandit King. Together—”

THUD-THUD-THUD!

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The Emperor Engine roared. Sige’s poker face cracked—a flicker of panic.

Mary Geoise?! Since when?!

Dragon misread the reaction as aggression. “We mean no threat! Our enemy is the World Government, not you!”

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Inside Sige’s Crumbling Mind

Mary Geoise occupation? Bandit Era? When did I—

Memories flooded back—the bald zealot’s ravings, Gilman’s fanaticism, painted banners of Red Line.

Oh.

Oh no.

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Revolutionary Perspective

“Your ambition inspires us,” Dragon pressed, mistaking Sige’s silence for calculation. “The Bandit King and Revolutionary Army—imagine the synergy.”

Ivankov dabbed glittery sweat. “We’ll handle logistics! You provide… flair!”

Kuma’s Bible thumped. “The Grey Terminal burns tonight. Will you act?”

Sige’s mind blanked. Act? How? Why?

Externally, KING’s aura sharpened. “I’ll handle it.”

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Outside the Shack

“Boss is mobilizing!”

“To save the Terminal!”

“Fight Garp! Topple nobles! Burn the World Government!”

The bald zealot wept openly. “Such layered genius! A masterstroke!”