The locations of both islands were highly strategic. They could draw on the strength of two, or even all three sides, to pressure the Lucifer Family led by Carlos and gain more benefits in the negotiations.
Carlos did not care. To him, fleeing was merely a smokescreen. His real targets were the three patriarchs!
You wanted greater benefits?
Heh... what I wanted was everything you had!
Carlos drained the red wine in his glass, set down his cigar, and went straight to sleep.
The days that followed were fairly relaxing for Carlos. The reinforcements had finally arrived, making it much easier to control the various islands.
There were naturally many islands in the West Sea. The former Five Great Families, now the Four Great Families, could not possibly have controlled every island in all four directions within the territories they had divided up.
The Mafia families controlled only part of them. Some islands were directly controlled, some indirectly controlled, some merely fell under their influence, and some were completely beyond their reach.
The territories had been divided to restrain infighting within the Mafia, keeping conflicts within a certain scope. Rather than fighting the major Mafia families for territory, they would develop internally and seize land that had yet to be brought under control.
Time passed as it always did. News of every kind constantly emerged across the seas. The destruction of a major Mafia family was certainly no small matter, but the spotlight was soon taken by other stories.
Not to mention news from the West Sea—news from the Grand Line, the New World, and even the World Government would quickly be replaced as well...
When the appointed day arrived, Carlos led the three fully recovered Crewmates and one thousand carefully selected Mafia thugs aboard five warships bound for