"Freedom!" Jinbe said coldly. "You don't have that. And you never will, because my Boss will cast his shadow over this entire sea. In the future New World, everyone will have to live by watching his expression!"
"What big words!" The middle-aged man finally put away his joking smile and looked coldly at Jinbe. "If that's the case, I won't force the matter. I only hope that someday, when you recall the hand of friendship I extended to you tonight, you won't feel frustrated and regretful over your reckless refusal!"
"Hand over Jazz, or I'll make you regret it right now!" Jinbe had already swum beyond the bay. He had briefly examined every warship and found damage on all of them. Judging from the direction of the attacks, they should have come from the warship at the very edge of the bay.
Did that mean Jazz and the others had once fought these warships from aboard that vessel?
Jinbe was alone, facing an entire fleet bearing down on him. The grim black cannon muzzles, the enormous warships like beasts in the night—Jinbe in the sea looked so small.
Yet even so, Jinbe showed no fear. He simply exposed his upper body above the water and faced the renowned, elite First Fleet of the Pirate Alliance alone. By himself, he blocked the entire fleet's path.
The middle-aged man looked at Jinbe in the sea. The hand stroking the railing clenched several times, then loosened again. At last, he let out a long breath and said, "That kid really was captured just now, but he was capable enough to escape on his own."
"Why should I believe you?" Jinbe still refused to take the middle-aged man's words at face value, even though everyone in the Pirate Alliance was saying that Jazz had