"Jazz? Are you willing?" Ronglin could not even be bothered to turn his head as he asked behind him.
"I am!" Jazz's voice trembled with excitement, though he still tried his best to control his expression and not look too thrilled. "Don't worry, Boss. I'll cherish this opportunity for real combat and train myself properly!"
The people before Ronglin wore different expressions. The members of the Second Fleet led by Bilida and Hawkins were all delighted, feeling that they finally had a chance to perform well. Most of the Third Fleet, including Anrield, knew that their Commander owed Jazz a favor. Like their Commander, they were worried about Jazz's safety.
Ronglin slowly rose to his feet. "It is not good to keep the Elite Combat Group hidden away forever. Today, I'll let them see just how sharp these fangs under my command are!"
The ten members of the Elite Combat Group behind Ronglin, including Pig Head, all dropped to one knee and saluted Ronglin and Jazz.
"Hey, hey! Pig Head, get up. You are not going!" After Ronglin turned around and swept his gaze over them proudly, he discovered an unidentified object mixed into the Elite Combat Group. "This is the Elite Combat Group's business. Stop butting in. Just stay on the ship."
Pig Head immediately looked miserable. "Captain! I've led the Elite Combat Group for nearly a month, and I'm even their team leader! How am I not one of the Elite Combat Group? Don't worry, Captain, I'm not afraid of death! I'm willing to go to the battlefield too!"
This guy, who had once dared to charge into the Pirate Alliance alone with Jazz, looked rather foolish. Ronglin still quite liked this kind of adorably dim-witted person. But while he had courage, his strength was only that of