Chapter 88: Is Smoker About to Flatten a Mountain?
"Vice Admiral Garp, did you hear me clearly? They ate all the food in my base!" Smoker was on the phone with Garp, his tone barely under control.
"Ahahaha!"
"Smoker, don't be so stingy. It's worth it to win them over!"
"As for your base's food, I'll arrange for someone to send more!" Garp laughed heartily, completely unconcerned.
In Garp's mind, the Loguetown base only had a few hundred people. For a few hundred meals, Smoker was nitpicking like this? No ambition at all!
Hearing this, Smoker's face darkened immediately.
"Vice Admiral Garp, my base keeps a week's worth of food in reserve. In other words, Ryuen and his group ate through a week's supply of food!" Smoker said through gritted teeth, barely holding back his anger.
"What? A week's worth of food?" Garp exclaimed.
Loguetown's Marine base had fewer than 200 people. Two meals a day for a week meant 2,800 servings. That meant those seven people had eaten 2,800 meals?
"Smoker, you're not messing with me, are you?" Garp asked suspiciously.
"They've already mastered Seimei Kikan," Smoker replied calmly, not answering the question directly.