Ronglin's gaze drifted across everyone's faces before finally settling on Fat An.
When Anrield saw Ronglin looking at him like that, his scalp tingled. "Captain, why are you looking at me like that? I'm panicking! It's not that I lack confidence, but I really don't think I have what it takes to command a bunch like this. I'm afraid I'll let down your good intentions! Couldn't you find someone else?"
Taking the Stage, the Performance Is About to Begin!
Ronglin rolled his eyes at Anrield. The disdain in them was so blatant that even the lowliest sailor on board could hardly bear to look.
"Who said I was going to let you manage them?" Ronglin said casually. "I already have someone else in mind."
Anrield visibly let out a sigh of relief, but a faint hint of disappointment soon appeared in his eyes. Although he felt his overall abilities were still lacking, deep down, he had still hoped to be entrusted with an important responsibility.
Ronglin looked at Jazz, who had been quietly listening to their conversation. "I'm very satisfied with your performance tonight. Besides, this fat man seems to obey your every word now. In the future, you'll definitely become a leader deeply supported by your subordinates."
"Huh?" Several people looked at Ronglin at once. What he meant was...
"I'll first establish the Third Fleet and place Anrield in charge as its Commander-in-Chief." Ronglin's tone turned serious as he looked at Anrield. "The newcomers we recruit are all captains of pirate crews. Since we're forming an elite force, they naturally won't be allowed to retain their original troops."
An elite force needed absolute independence and loyalty, so their former subordinates would all be broken up and reorganized to prevent anyone from harboring ulterior motives and using their troops to