Anrield wiped the sweat from his forehead, climbed to his feet, turned to Jazz, and bowed deeply. "Thank you, Boss Jazz, for saving my life. From now on, my life is yours. I'll fulfill every request you make."
The feeling of surviving a disaster was so relieving, yet it also brought an infinite fear of despair. Anrield swore to himself that he never wanted to experience such a moment again for the rest of his life. As for the one who had saved him, he would repay him with his life.
"Uh! No need to thank me, no need!" Jazz was a little startled and hurriedly helped Anrield up. "You need to listen to Boss Ronglin from now on and behave properly. Don't break our rules again. If we want to establish ourselves in the New World, we have to follow our own rules. Otherwise, if we're just a disorganized rabble, how can we contend with the other great powers?"
Anrield nodded obediently, showing that he accepted Jazz's words.
Ronglin was very pleased with Jazz's performance. The submission of the others to the deterrence he had displayed, as well as their admiration for Jazz—every bit of it satisfied Ronglin.
Those who drifted across the seas were all unruly by nature, especially people like Anrield, who had both strength and a temper. They were the hardest to tame. Sometimes, even with a blade held to their throats, they might not be willing to submit.
Only by combining kindness with authority could they soften the stubborn guts of those foul-tempered pirates and make them yield from the bottom of their hearts.
"Keep it up." Ronglin rubbed Jazz's head and said to the other subordinates around him, "I'm still keeping the position of Commander-in-Chief of the First Fleet open. Once you can truly