"Yes! That was my mistake!" Anrield apologized first, then continued, "The position of Commander-in-Chief of the Alliance Leader's First Fleet is of great importance. Although Lord Moria possesses both strength and seniority, I still believe that allowing him to assume such a high position based on a single crisis would be difficult to justify to the public. Therefore, I believe Lord Moria should first serve in my Third Fleet and gradually build up his merits. As for me, I admit that I am incapable of controlling the situation in the Lodun Islands and am willing to relinquish my position as Commander-in-Chief of the Third Fleet."
Seeing Anrield's stance, everyone understood perfectly well. The customs of the Lodun Islands had changed drastically, and public opinion had largely shifted toward Ronglin. Building a base there had been smooth sailing for Anrield, so how could he possibly claim that the situation was difficult to control?
The fact that he was willing to give up his position as Commander-in-Chief of the Third Fleet just to pull Moria down from the First Fleet showed how fiercely he supported Jazz. He was even willing to sacrifice his own position in order to preserve the post of Commander-in-Chief of the First Fleet for Jazz.
What a man. Quite a few people looked at Anrield in a new light. They had not expected this fat man to be so meticulous and farsighted.
Ronglin silently watched Anrield finish speaking, then swept his gaze across everyone present and said coldly, "Moria's appointment as Commander-in-Chief of the First Fleet was the result of my assessment. He has the ability, so I have the final say in this matter. I do not need anyone's approval! Anrield's proposal is rejected!"
Anrield was indignant and wanted to speak again, but Caesar, standing behind Ronglin,