The man hesitated. Joining the Third Fleet Ronglin had formed meant he could still command a ship and lead his former subordinates, but he would have to start taking orders from someone else. That was what many people found unbearable...
"May I ask who will serve as the Commander of the Third Fleet?" Someone was particularly concerned about the leader. "Will it be Knight of the Sea Jinbe?"
It seemed Jinbe was more famous. These people all assumed he would be the commander Ronglin intended to appoint.
"No, I have other arrangements for Jinbe." Ronglin pointed at Anrield. "I'll appoint this fat man as the Commander of the Third Fleet. As for any of you who don't wish to join the Elite Combat Group but still want to submit to me, you'll be under his command from now on."
Anrield's reputation was neither great nor insignificant. Some knew him, while others did not, but clearly, some were still unconvinced.
"If I have the ability to defeat him, can I take over as Commander of the Third Fleet?" Someone immediately raised this sensitive question.
Anrield's gaze turned cold, and he immediately remembered the man. He had not even taken office yet, and this fellow was already trying to pull him down. Anrield was all too familiar with—and disgusted by—such sinister, ill-intentioned people.
Ronglin shook his head with a smile. "Of course not. Do you think strength alone gives you the final say here? If you want to make a name for yourself under me, then show me what you're truly capable of. Only after earning my approval will you have a chance to receive the position you deserve!"
1.6
Many people stared at Ronglin in shock. They had not expected the requirements for serving under him to be so harsh. Even