Wolf Pack Pirates

In the waters of the New World, a Marine Warship resembling an iron beast sailed slowly across the ocean. The Marine flag fluttered in the wind, while the conspicuous word "Justice" on the sails made no attempt to hide itself.

In other waters, it would not have been unusual to see a Marine Warship patrolling alone. But in the waters of the New World, such a scene had not appeared for more than a decade.

There were no shortage of mad pirates in the New World who dared to launch attacks against the Marines. To pirates, a warship sailing alone was practically no different from a fat sheep.

Yet wherever this Marine Warship passed, the sea remained calm and peaceful, as though the pirates scattered throughout the New World like hyenas had inexplicably vanished.

"Ahh..."

On the warship, Yaen gave a soft yawn, enjoying this long-lost peaceful stretch of days. He held a fishing rod in his hand, while the table beside him was covered with all kinds of fruit and drinks.

Major General Hope, who was accustomed to being busy and had already prepared himself to follow Yaen into bloody battles across the New World and exterminate pirates, seemed to have been infected by the atmosphere. He instinctively yawned as well before speaking.

"How peaceful. Where did all those pirates run off to? According to the reports from before, the pirates in the New World were extremely enthusiastic about attacking the Marines. They had not the slightest bit of reverence and could be considered completely insane."

Yaen glanced at Major General Hope, who seemed almost unable to endure this leisurely life, and could not help feeling somewhat helpless.

The pirates of the New World were indeed crazy, but those dregs were not stupid. How could they deliberately come here