Carlos brought the kings of the West Sea back to his castle to discuss forming the West Sea Kingdom Alliance, with the United States of Night naturally serving as its leader.
To bind the kingdoms of the West Sea firmly to his chariot, Carlos decided to grant them more benefits. Once he won these kingdoms over, even if he did not resort to any tricks at the World Government conference, he would still wield considerable influence, with a natural bloc of votes in his hands.
While Carlos was happily negotiating with the kings of the West Sea, the Five Elders were furious, discussing how to deal with this killing blow.
At the top floor of Mary Geoise's tallest building, the Five Elders had gathered in a luxurious, dignified hall. Some stood, some sat, and every word they spoke carried their anger at Carlos for snatching the prize.
"That damned bastard actually dared to seize powers that belonged to the World Government. We must teach him a lesson!"
"We've spoiled him too much lately, yielding to him step by step. This time, we must act!" Hirano Masato roared furiously. He wore a black suit, had curly white hair, a bushy white beard, and a flat cap.
"Calm down. The matter has already happened, and anger is useless now. The most important thing is to come up with a countermeasure." Masutani Yasunori said with a frown. He wore a dark blue suit and had long, straight white hair and a long beard.
"If you have an idea, say it..." Asahō Kenichi said, glancing at Masutani Yasunori. He wore a dark green suit, was bald on top, and sported a pair of figure-eight mustaches.
"I think this matter is not entirely a bad thing. The scattered Shichibukai truly have difficulty bringing out their