Ronglin only sensed Agula's aura rapidly approaching from far away just now. Before that, he had been unable to sense Agula's aura at all. So Agula Ashil had not been inside the Ashil Capital from the very beginning.
The sound of a gust slicing through the sky rang out. A gray-black figure descended from above, wrapped in a gray-black cloak. The mysterious man who had once fought Ronglin appeared.
"Agula Ashil? The former Commander-in-Chief of the Third Fleet of the Pirate Alliance?" Ronglin asked calmly. The royal palace had already suffered an undeserved disaster and been reduced to ruins, so he no longer cared. For all he knew, the scene here might even be playing across the streets right now.
The mysterious man slowly removed his hat, revealing the face beneath it. The cold, narrow scar across his face gleamed viciously, while his eyes brimmed with deeply suppressed malice and hatred.
"It's me!" Agula Ashil nodded. "I am still the Commander-in-Chief of the Third Fleet. And if I successfully gather the ideal crew this time, then raise my arm and call out, I might even become the Alliance Leader of the Pirate Alliance!"
Ronglin nodded. "Just now, five members of your crew died. Each of their heads seemed to be worth over three hundred million, adding up to one and a half billion. Too bad I'm a wanted man, or I'd really like to claim that reward."
Agula glanced at the bloodstains in the palace's central ruins, the scattered corpses and organs, and the heads still frozen in savage expressions even after death. They were the subordinates he had recruited earlier.
"They really were quite strong. It's a pity they died." Agula shook his head regretfully. "In the New World, anyone with that level of strength could become the captain