"Damn it, why did I have to go chase the Whitebeard Pirates again right after getting back?"
"Someone must be setting us up, Roy.
No, Roy, I need to contact my old man right away. You should hurry up and use your connections too!
The Whitebeard Pirates aren't easy to deal with. They aren't ordinary pirates—they're practically a pack of monsters!"
Spandam was exceptionally agitated and terrified. Ever since receiving the order from above, he had been pacing in front of Roy naked from the waist down after just waking up.
Fear and anxiety were written all over his face. Through his ability to listen to sounds, Roy could tell that Spandam's heartbeat had accelerated and his breathing had become erratic.
"Alright, alright, stop pacing around in front of me, Spandam. Go put on some pants.
Since you already have an idea, hurry up and contact your old man.
I'll get in touch with Carlos immediately. No matter what, even if we really have to carry out this pursuit mission in the end...
I'm sure you understand that pursuing the Whitebeard Pirates' main force and pursuing their affiliated pirate crews are two entirely different levels of difficulty."
Although the Navy's top combat power had not suffered much damage, a large number of mid- and lower-ranking elites had been lost. This directly caused the World Government to lose control over most of the first half of the Grand Line.
Watching the despondent Spandam, Roy leisurely accepted a glass of juice from a nearby Navy soldier.
Roy and Spandam's network of connections was considered powerful within the World Government, so after Roy learned that the World Government's pursuit order was unavoidable...
The faint sea breeze billowed the warship's sails as it slowly left the coast of the Sabaody Archipelago.
Roy lowered his