He calmly just sits in his chair and watches the execution unfold. He never really did like the face of Saint Donquixote Mjosgard, but oh well. As he watched the crowd of Celestial Dragons cheer on the execution, he wondered how his son was doing. Shamrock, his pride and joy. He was proud of that man, being a way more responsible son than.........."him".......

"That damn Yonko.........the bum......"

He shakes his head. He doesn't want to think about Shanks at the moment, or any moment for that matter. He takes a deep breath and continues watching the execution

"Those who protect trash.....will sink even lower......."