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"Mr. Lindbergh and Mr. Morrie also died in the line of duty."
Christopher closed his eyes.
The image of the passionate inventor and the ever-smiling giant flashed through his mind.
Not long ago they stood side by side briefly, but now they are separated by death.
"Mr. Ivankov and Mr. Raven have been arrested."
Jinbe's voice was filled with sorrow:
"The attempt to storm the World Government...has been a complete failure."
"The revolutionary army... has been completely wiped out."
"completely annihilated……"
Christopher kept repeating it to himself.
This is not just four words; it signifies that the spark of a vigorous rebellion was forcibly extinguished, and a night that could have changed the world ended in the most tragic way.
A tremendous sense of shock, regret, and helplessness overwhelmed him.
He did not inquire about the casualties of the private army.
Even the revolutionary army, led by a large number of cadres, failed to escape, let alone the leaderless private army.
Christopher felt another wave of grief when he thought of the slave soldiers who had died in Mary Geoise.
He originally thought he could lead them to change that hellish place, but he never expected that he would end up going to his death.
Silence filled the small room, and after an unknown amount of time, Christopher finally broke free from his complex emotions.
His unfocused gaze locked onto Jinbe, and he asked the last question that had been lingering in the depths of his mind:
How did we escape?
He remembered that in the end, Tiger led him off Mary Geoise, and Garin slashed at them with his sword.
The extensive burns on his body were caused at that time.
Even if Garin hadn't continued the pursuit, he probably wouldn't have survived falling directly from the Red Line onto the sea.
Shen Ping looked at Christopher with concern, feeling that the other man had just woken up and had experienced too much shock.
But after thinking about it, I realized that compared to the previous intelligence, this problem was actually nothing.
He slowly said:
"That day, after you jumped off the cliff..."
Chapter 134 The Survival Rate for Jumping Off a Cliff is Actually Very High
Let's go back to the day of the Mary Geoise incident, when the rising sun shone on the steep cliffs of the Red Earth.
A pirate ship from Fishman Island lay quietly at the bottom of the cliff, shrouded in shadow, like a lurking beast, trying its best to conceal its form.
On the bow deck, two fish-men stood there, their gazes fixed on the towering, cloud-piercing red rock wall that seemed to isolate them from the world.
"Why aren't they back yet?!"
Ah Long's roar shattered the oppressive silence.
He paced irritably back and forth on the deck, his jagged nose tracing a dangerous arc in the dim light.
Ah Long pointed to the rescued slaves on the side of the cabin.
They were huddled in a corner, looking somewhat frightened.
"If you ask me, Boss Tiger shouldn't have bothered with these superfluous guys!"
"As long as we rescue our compatriots, that's all that matters!"
"If that were the case, they might have already come back!"
His words were filled with impatience and undisguised hostility toward other races.
Each time they stopped, it was accompanied by an impatient slapping of the gunwale, making a loud thud.
"It's almost dawn now!"
"If we wait any longer, the navy will be here!"
"Ah... Ah Long, don't scare me!"
Xiao Ba trembled in fright at A Long, his six arms twisting nervously together:
"Tiger will be alright, right?"
"He...he's so strong..."
"But there was a lot of noise up there, I think I even heard an explosion..."
"Could it be... could it be..."
His honest face was filled with panic, and he dared not say anything more, as if once he spoke, the worst outcome would become a reality.
"Shut up, Ah Long! Xiao Ba, calm down too."
Jinbe crossed his arms and spoke in a steady voice.
Its broad body is like a reef that withstands the wind and waves.
However, Jinbe appeared calm, but his furrowed brows and constant staring upwards betrayed his inner anxiety.
When faint commotion and explosions could be heard from the distant cliff top, his fingers, which were resting on his arm, would suddenly tighten, his knuckles turning white.
Jinbe repeatedly suppressed the urge to go ashore and investigate himself, and ordered his crew in a low voice:
"Stay hidden and turn off any unnecessary lights."
He turned to face Ah Long and Xiao Ba, his expression serious:
"Brother Tiger must have his reasons for making decisions."
"What we need to do is trust him and be ready to provide support here."
He was also concerned about Tiger's safety.
But he knew even more clearly that his most important responsibility at this moment was to maintain the absolute safety of the ship at the rendezvous point and to rendezvous with Tiger, who could appear at any time.
Ah Long kicked the cable in frustration and continued pacing back and forth on the deck.
Although he later disagreed with Jin Ping, the current muscular version of Aaron still respects Fisher Tiger.
Suddenly, an ominous crimson light exploded high above, instantly illuminating the cliff top in a grotesque manner.
Immediately, the light gradually dimmed, as if it were being swallowed by darkness.
"That is……"
Xiao Ba's voice trembled.
Jinbe did not answer; his entire focus was on the high sky.
The moment the light went out, two blurry black figures appeared where the firelight had disappeared, plummeting rapidly.
"It's Boss Tiger! He jumped down!"
Ah Long immediately recognized that iconic, muscular figure.
Jinbe's voice was deep and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
His massive body unleashed an agility disproportionate to his size. He stomped on the bow of the boat, his figure soaring like a giant bird to meet the falling figure.
Jinbe spread his arms in mid-air, choosing not to block him head-on, but instead using Fishman Jujutsu to cleverly grab Tiger.
He spun around, trying his best to deflect the fatal impact.
A dull, loud thud was heard as the three men slammed into the sea, splashing up a large spray of water.
Ah Long roared at the stunned crew members:
"Bring Tiger and Jinbe up here!"
It must be said that Arlong's abilities are already extremely outstanding among all the fishmen.
Under his command, the crowd finally came to their senses and, in a flurry of activity, physically rescued them onto the deck.
Bathed in the morning light, the injuries on their bodies were shockingly visible—
Tiger's broad back was charred black, with the skin and flesh torn open, and the air was filled with the smell of burning flesh.
The human on his back was in unknown condition, with almost no intact skin.
Tiger's arms were still unconsciously wrapped tightly around the person on his back. He coughed up a mouthful of bloody saliva, his vision unfocused.
But with the last shred of consciousness, he turned his gaze to Jinbe, who was supporting him:
"Save...him..."
After uttering those two words, his heavy body collapsed completely, and he fell into a deep coma.
"Boss Tiger!"
"Brother Tiger!"
Amidst another flurry of activity, Jinbe wiped the blood from his face and gave the order:
"Set sail! Get out of here quickly! Back to Fishman Island!"
"That's how it is. You've been unconscious for several days."
In Christopher's room, Jinbe slowly recounted what had happened that day.
After hearing this, Christopher endured the excruciating pain and slowly raised his bandaged arm.
The movements were slow, yet carried an undeniable determination.
Jinbe, who had originally intended to dissuade him, paused for a moment when he saw the determination in the other's eyes.
Christopher had already placed his hand on his chest:
"Thank you, Jinbe."
"Thank you for saving me, and thank you for telling me all this."
"No need to thank me, Mr. Christopher."
Faced with this heartfelt gratitude, Jinbe's voice was deep and steady, without the slightest hint of empty politeness:
“Brother Tiger told me about your great ideals, and I deeply admire them.”
"Now that you and Tiger have both survived, that's more important than anything else."
He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over the bandages on the other man's body, his tone becoming more somber:
"Please rest assured and recover on Fishman Island. We fishmen will never forget the camaraderie forged in battle."
Christopher nodded slightly and said nothing more.
The flames of change have been completely extinguished, and thousands of warriors have shed their blood on the red earth. He himself survived only because of the selfless rescue by Tiger and the fishmen.
From now on, the only thing he needs to do, and must do well, is to recover from his injury.
He must restore this broken body as quickly as possible.
Only by healing the wound can the extinguished flame be reignited in some way at some point in the future.
Jinbe slowly left the room and closed the door.
The soft light from outside the window flowed in like water, gently bathing Christopher.
His breathing gradually became steady and long.
He knew that his battle was not over, it had just changed form.
Chapter 135 Until the End of the World
After some time, Tiger's injury recovered well.
He arrived at Christopher's room, his steps still heavy with the effects of recovering from serious injuries.
His towering figure almost blocked the light streaming into the doorway, casting a heavy silhouette in Christopher's bandaged eyes: