Everything proceeded normally. From the moment the first cannon fired, Ronglin knew that he was officially stepping onto the stage of the New World.
At that moment, the Den Den Mushi on Ronglin's ship rang. "Captain! Two fleets are attacking us from the flank! They're too strong—we can't hold them off at all!"
Anrield was in charge of the patrol escort wings. He had just clashed with an unexpected enemy, yet he was already reporting that he could not withstand them. Were his opponents really that fierce?
"Split to both sides and let them in," Ronglin said softly. "Then encircle them, cut off their retreat, and prevent them from escaping after their defeat."
Jinbe turned to look behind them, his face full of helplessness. Anrield had both strength and brains, but ever since joining Ronglin, he had repeatedly run into setbacks. It made everyone wonder whether his reputation had been exaggerated.
Ronglin was rather speechless about it as well. Every opponent that fat man encountered was far stronger than he was, leaving Anrield to fight and lose, lose and fight, only to keep fighting and losing. And now, that unlucky fellow had no idea which powerful enemies he had run into again.
Before long, intermittent cannon fire echoed from the distant sea. Clearly, the enemy had no intention of letting go of Anrield's fleet, which had scattered and no longer wished to fight. They had begun pursuing them in this direction.
Jazz nimbly flipped up to the lookout platform atop the ship. Holding a telescope, he stared intently at the mysterious fleet whose flags were gradually coming into view.
"Boss... those look like Blackbeard's flags!" Jazz said uncertainly. Ever since becoming Ronglin's lookout, Caesar had taught him a great deal, including the well-known symbols of the major powers in the