Speaking of which, they had been truly unlucky. Of all things, they had run into the Navy pursuing Pirates, and that was what had caused today's completely unprovoked disaster.
Carlos was somewhat displeased, but he was not afraid. Though the Navy was powerful, it also had many enemies. Unless he thoroughly provoked the Navy, the forces sent after him would not be so numerous that he could not bear them.
Kizaru was somewhat tempted when he heard Carlos's words. Carlos had given him a way out, and if they kept fighting, the outcome truly remained uncertain.
The group he had encountered was powerful. Most Pirate Crews in the first half of the Grand Line could not compare to them, and they already possessed the initial strength needed to make a name for themselves in the New World. If they fought to the bitter end, even if his forces won, there would likely be very few survivors left.
Moreover, he needed to treat his internal injuries as soon as possible. Dragging things out would do his body no good.
With that thought, Kizaru began to consider retreating. He could withdraw for now and take revenge later, but slinking away like that would be far too humiliating. He had to throw out a few harsh words to save face.
"Hmph, consider yourselves lucky this time. Seeing as you've only just entered the Grand Line and haven't done anything terribly wicked, and were dragged into this unprovoked disaster, I'll spare you..."
"Today's matter ends here for now. You killed so many Marines that bounties will certainly be placed on you. Wait for the Navy's punishment!" Kizaru forced himself to keep up appearances, saying a few words to save face with a rather tsundere air.
Carlos curled his lip and could not be bothered