After briefly looking into the turmoil outside, Carlos stopped paying attention. The United States of Night had been established, but he still had matters to handle. He did not need to do them personally, but he had to give the orders.
The West Sea no longer held any value for him. Before leaving the West Sea, he needed to arrange all the follow-up matters properly.
After he left, the decision-making level of the United States of Night would remain unchanged. After returning, Carlos had secretly had people investigate, and no major problems had been found.
There were minor issues. His former three leaders, including Noah, all had some small problems, but water too clear had no fish. As long as they were not matters of major principle, Carlos was willing to turn a blind eye. A little warning would suffice.
When the Dark Moon set sail this time, it needed enough personnel aboard: logistics staff, medical staff, and combat personnel, totaling roughly twelve hundred people.
After the United States of Night was established, Carlos had ordered his subordinates to begin selecting the elite twelve hundred from those three categories.
When Carlos gave the order, he had solemnly warned Noah and the others responsible for carrying it out. He wanted the cream of the crop. If they dared to pad the ranks or rely on connections, then for every one he found, they could go die.
Under such pressure, naturally no one dared to slack off. The selection process was exceptionally strict!
Together with the Pirates subdued in the New World, nearly fourteen hundred people in total, even the Dark Moon's enormous size had basically reached its limit. No more people could be added. They could squeeze in a few more, but there was no need.
Once Carlos gave the