PIRATES: I WORK IN NAVY FROM NINE TO FIVE

"Marshal?"Luo Yu's expression shifted slightly.

He hadn't expected that.

Just a moment ago, these people had been arguing for power, trying to tie him down, but now—

They were actually pushing him to become the new Marshal?

Everyone's gaze locked on him, full of anticipation.

Even Zephyr chuckled."You brat, still playing dumb? You've beaten up the current Marshal so bad he doesn't even want the title anymore. If it were someone else, they'd be itching to claim the spot!"

"Besides, if someone else gets it, your enemies are going to gang up on you."

"Are you sure you want that?"

Luo Yu shook his head, not even bothering to look at Sengoku and the others.

"I said before—just give me my pay and I'm out."

"I'm not interested in being Marshal."

This time, even Zephyr froze.

No one expected Luo Yu to reject the offer so decisively.

Even Vice Admirals like Onigumo, Momonga, and Doberman felt their hearts tighten.

If Luo Yu wasn't Marshal, what would happen to Marineford?

More importantly, if someone with a grudge against Luo Yu became Marshal, things could turn ugly fast.

"Luo Yu, don't be impulsive. We can talk this out!"

Sengoku tried to ease the situation, but Luo Yu didn't even look at him.

"Pay up first, then we'll talk."

He still hadn't forgotten how Sengoku and the others had tried to take him down earlier.

If he hadn't been strong enough, he'd be the one lying in a pool of blood right now.

Now they wanted him to take over?What a joke.

Just then, Ain stepped forward, voice trembling as she bowed deeply:

"If the Marines can't afford your salary, then let us soldiers crowdfund it!"

"I'll give ten million!"

The crowd stirred.

Then came Strawberry, also bowing solemnly:

"I'll give five million!"

"I'll give three million!"

"I'll give seven million!"

"I'll give twenty million!"

Voices erupted like a tidal wave.

Soldiers from every corner of the plaza shouted out their offers.

One after another, Vice Admirals joined in.

Even Bastille, wearing his iron mask, bellowed:

"If it takes a hundred million berries, I'll find a way!"

"Yeah!"

"We support Luo Yu!"

"We vote for Luo Yu as Marshal!"

The atmosphere was ablaze.

From all sides of Marineford, soldiers who had fought under Luo Yu's command joined the chant.

"Marshal Luo Yu!"

"Marshal Luo Yu!"

The ground trembled beneath their voices.

Even Borsalino chuckled.

"Aiya, Luo Yu... seems like you've already won the election."

"I don't have that many fans."

Fujitora smiled.

"Neither do I."

Green Bull scratched his head awkwardly.

"I've never been that popular either…"

This was a spontaneous roar of support.

No one dared stop it.

Even Sengoku and Zephyr fell silent.

It was a wave no one could hold back.

"Enough!"

Suddenly, a sharp voice rang out.

It was Is, standing tall among the elders, face grim.

"I don't care how many of you shout or how much money you throw."

"Becoming Marshal isn't a popularity contest. There are rules!"

"You think just because the crowd wants it, we'll hand over the position?"

Her eyes turned cold.

"And what about the other candidates? You think they'll accept this?"