Anrield was the first to bear the brunt of it. He had never expected Ronglin to want to kill him personally. Terrified, he immediately slammed his head against the deck. "Boss! I was wrong, Boss! Please spare me! I was ignorant—I'll never dare mess around again!"
Ronglin looked at him coldly without speaking, but everyone around could clearly feel the killing intent radiating from him.
Some people wanted to step forward and persuade Ronglin, but seeing his imposing manner, no one had the courage.
"Boss Jinbe!" Seeing that Ronglin had no intention of sparing him, Anrield turned to Jinbe for help.
Jinbe thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I already made it clear earlier. I won't interfere with the Boss's decision."
Anrield despaired. When he looked toward Caesar, Caesar had already turned his head away.
There were only a few people on this ship who could serve as his last lifeline.
What Authority Did He Have?
Everyone aboard fell silent. Ronglin's killing intent was so intense, and Anrield had done so many things that violated the principles Ronglin had set. Worse still, every recruit he had brought in had been wiped out by CP0. All of that had, invisibly, smeared Ronglin's name black.
It was only natural for Ronglin to kill him. No one dared stop him, nor did anyone have a suitable reason to persuade Ronglin otherwise.
"Has the Revolutionary Army left?" At that moment, the cabin door opened. Jazz emerged while chewing dried food. Seeing the grave atmosphere, he asked curiously, "What are you all doing? Fat An, why are you kneeling on the ground?"
To Anrield, it was like seeing the guiding North Star in a pitch-black night. Hope for survival instantly appeared. Scrambling and crawling, he rushed to Jazz's side, threw his arms around