Ronglin let out a breath. "Try to trust her! After all, I think highly of her and Fujitora. They're the ones who truly care about the people. If Fujitora didn't still need to help Hawkins deal with the remaining forces of the BIGMOM Pirates, I'd really like to have Fujitora and Momousagi assist Jazz together. Only then would the Star Alliance's Alliance Leader Jazz seem imposing enough!"
Jinbe thought about it and could not help shuddering all over.
Two people with combat strength on par with Marine Admirals, serving as advisers and bodyguards to some brat?
His gaze swept over Shiryu and Smoky behind Ronglin, and he immediately felt that lineup of bodyguards had been thoroughly outclassed.
Still, Ronglin had truly gone to great lengths for Jazz. He had even immediately assigned such powerful fighters, who had only just joined him, to Jazz. Sometimes, Jinbe could not help but wonder whether Jazz was Ronglin's long-lost illegitimate son.
"When will you assign two bodyguards to me as well?" Jinbe asked with a hearty laugh. "I'd love to go out with two peerless experts at my side and look magnificent too!"
Ronglin thought for a moment, then helplessly shook his head. "With your identity as a fish-man, there really aren't any human experts in this world who can spend all day swimming around the sea with you."
Jinbe's face immediately fell. And they said there was no racial discrimination. Look at this—just because he was a fish-man, he could not get bodyguards!
The Treacherous Situation!
By the time Jazz returned, it had already been ten days since Jinbe and Ronglin had discussed setting out for Fish-Man Island to speak with King Neptune about rebuilding Fish-Man Island.
For the time being, relocating the headquarters to Fish-Man Island could not yet be confirmed, so