Lafitte stood beside Blackbeard in silence.
In Lafitte's view, after defeating the Whitebeard Remnants led by Fire Fist Ace, the Blackbeard Pirates had steadily risen in prestige and had nearly ascended to the ranks of the Four Emperors. But after suffering two consecutive defeats at the hands of the Star Alliance, Blackbeard had suddenly begun keeping a low profile.
Although the changing landscape of the New World had prompted Blackbeard to alter his strategy, Lafitte still had to admit that the Star Alliance's deterrent effect on Blackbeard was simply too strong.
Perhaps when Ronglin had made his first appearance at Marineford, displaying his sharp edge, Blackbeard had already taken notice of this formidable fellow.
He had fought several admirals in succession without a clear victor.
He had given it his all, or perhaps he had not. No one knew, but at the very least, Ronglin's strength was beyond doubt.
This might well have cast a shadow over Blackbeard under the Star Alliance's deterrence.
However, after obtaining the powers of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit today, Blackbeard's confidence immediately surged. Lafitte saw the cautious demeanor Blackbeard had worn these past days vanish, replaced by the bearing of a great tyrant he had once known well.
The old Blackbeard had returned. He had broken free from the Star Alliance's intimidation.
"Captain, it would be better to be careful!" Lafitte said. "Ronglin is so despicable. There's no way he hasn't prepared a backup plan!"
In Lafitte's eyes, confidence was a good thing, but they could not become careless and act rashly because of it.
Just Tell Me Whether You're Leaving!
"Ha ha! No matter how meticulously Ronglin plans ahead or how well he predicts everything, on this sea, I call the shots now!" Blackbeard excitedly stretched out his right hand, once again revealing the luminous