"The fortune teller said that I am a general who will achieve great success... I wish all officers good luck in the Navy Headquarters!"
Ma Qiao raised his wine glass and smiled expectantly at Tucci, Wanhao, and the policewoman...
After a long time.
The navy changed its flag in front of the formation, all the agents were evil, and the Shichibukai even cried bitterly, saying that they had been wandering for half their lives and finally met their master.
Ma Qiao stepped on the top of the red soil and showed a gentle smile like a father: "Wu Laoxing, how many divisions do you have?"
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