A formidable fleet under two colossal powers of the New World faced off at sea. Everyone who witnessed the scene found it difficult to breathe under the oppressive, tense, and murderous atmosphere.
After a long while, under Ronglin's impatient gaze, the Marines finally made a new move.
The dog-headed warship broke formation alone and slowly sailed toward the Star Alliance.
Ronglin frowned slightly. It seemed the Marines wanted to make contact first. He turned to look at the dog-headed warship, knowing Garp was aboard. If the Star Alliance's Second Fleet opened fire together, it would take only a single barrage to reduce that dog-headed warship to dust over this vast ocean.
But Ronglin wanted to know what that old man Garp had come for, so he did not give the order to fire. Besides, envoys were not slain in war. Ronglin was quite willing to abide by that insanely awesome rule.
The Star Alliance's Second Fleet shifted apart at the front, opening a channel and allowing the dog-headed warship to sail in. Once it had entered, they immediately closed in around it and resumed their defensive formation.
Before long, Garp arrived aboard Ronglin's Starry.
Looking at the energetic old man, Ronglin suddenly felt deeply moved. Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, he had already spent three years in this world.
"What did you come to see me for?" Ronglin asked in a muffled voice.
Garp studied Ronglin with great interest, then said something utterly shocking. "I came to recruit you!"
Refusal!
Ronglin looked at Garp as though he had seen a ghost. In his impression, this old man should have been the sort who grinned all day and treated the world with irreverence. How had he suddenly led an army before the leader of an opposing force