"So the island you're attacking tomorrow is actually an island that will one day belong to me." Ronglin looked at Anrield and said, "The more you destroy, the more effort we'll have to spend repairing it!"
The moment Anrield heard that, he immediately felt that he had been entrusted with an incomparably arduous task—one so difficult that he might not even be able to accomplish it.
Yet even so, Anrield did not feel that Ronglin was making things difficult for him in the slightest. On the contrary, he felt that Ronglin was entrusting him with an important responsibility. This was Ronglin placing his trust in him!
Anrield was overjoyed. He nodded fiercely. "Yes! Captain! I'll do it!"
Ronglin patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave. "And from now on, this place will be under your command!"
This... Everyone stared at Ronglin and Anrield in shock. What was this? Was this granting him a fiefdom?
After taking this place and turning it into a stronghold that would provide Ronglin with effective fighting power on his path to the summit, what kind of authority would the person controlling it possess? Yet Ronglin had promised this island to Anrield so easily.
For a moment, everyone around them was both envious and jealous. Even Bilida and Hawkins looked at Anrield differently. They had heard that this fat man had ruined Boss's plans time and again, yet in the end, Boss still valued him so highly. Wasn't that a little strange?
With their limited brain cells spinning furiously, everyone suddenly recalled that Ronglin had once wanted to kill Fat Anrield. Later, however, they heard that Jazz had pleaded for him. From then on, it was as if the fat man had discovered the Captain's bottom line for tolerance—he kept causing trouble, yet he