Would there come a day when the Star Alliance truly wiped out all its enemies, and pirates like them would be dragged back out and erased beneath the new order built by the Star Alliance?
"Change course." Ronglin turned calmly, his expression as still as an ancient well, paying no heed to the strange looks on his officers' faces. His gaze remained fixed on the map. "Blackbeard isn't the type to merely talk big and scare people. Since he dared threaten me, that means he isn't far from us. Now, we'll lure the Yonko Alliance into the Triangle Sea Area."
Everyone rose to their feet, suppressing the complicated emotions in their hearts as they began carrying out their respective duties and setting the entire fleet in motion.
They had long since grown accustomed to the Star Alliance Second Fleet's bizarre movements over the past few days. Ronglin seemed to have become a different person overnight. Since returning from Zou, he had discussed none of his tactical plans with anyone except Jazz.
In everyone's eyes, the Alliance Leader who had once been carefree, kind, and approachable had changed. He had become arbitrary, ruthless, and cold-blooded. Hundreds, even thousands of pirates—without any reason at all, once Ronglin gave the word, it became a death order. Heads rolled. Not a single pirate under the Yonko Alliance who was captured by the Star Alliance managed to escape disaster.
Ronglin's resolute brutality finally made everyone in the Star Alliance understand that he truly would no longer allow pirates to exist in this world.
Once the order to change course was issued, the entire Star Alliance Second Fleet sprang into action. They had already adapted to sudden, urgent changes in combat plans. Often, the Alliance Leader would only issue tactical orders an hour or two before