"If we're really that bored, we should go for a walk!" Ronglin, who had been remotely directing the attack, was a little bored. His forces had already reached the route the Marines were bound to take, but the Marines had clearly not appeared as he had expected.
The Three Great Fleets were basically in position, waiting only for Ronglin's command to launch a coordinated attack.
Ronglin had carefully planned the course of events. The Star Alliance's intelligence department had dispatched large numbers of personnel throughout the New World, scattering them across major powers and islands to gather intelligence, relay all kinds of real-time information back, filter it, and then pass the important reports on to Ronglin.
Gathering information was the hardest step in controlling the overall situation. In Ronglin's eyes, the Revolutionary Army and the Pirate Alliance did this best, with intelligence networks that penetrated everywhere. However, while the Pirate Alliance had the ability to obtain information, it lacked the ability to make full use of it, which Ronglin found regrettable.
By comparison, the Revolutionary Army did extremely well. Ronglin even suspected that, to a certain extent, they were using him to help complete tasks they did not want to handle themselves.
Moreover, the whole world was now forcefully placing the title of "Benevolent Ruler" on his head. Ronglin had begun to wonder whether the Revolutionary Army was building momentum for him, or pushing him out as the Celestial Dragons' primary target.
Whenever he thought of this, Ronglin felt a little annoyed. Still, at this stage, he would not hold anything against the Revolutionary Army without proof. At the very least, every time Sabo came to see him, he brought some sincerity and "reliable, useful information."
Ronglin could not very well push even the Revolutionary Army to the Star Alliance's