Momousagi remained silent.
Jazz, on the other hand, was furious that someone harbored such malicious intentions. But the observant Jazz noticed that more and more troops were gathering around Drake on the battlefield. By now, very few pirates could still harm that force.
That was the Star Alliance's Third Fleet, formed by Drake from the troops stationed on the Lodun Islands after Anrield's death.
Clearly, this force had suffered the fewest losses. Jazz glanced at Ronglin and realized that Ronglin had deliberately, or perhaps casually, spared this unit that was not made up of pirates.
At that moment, Jazz was startled as Ronglin's words from long ago suddenly echoed in his mind: the future New World would have no need for pirates.
But did that mean pirates would never again be allowed to exist in the future, or did it include even those pirates within the Star Alliance who had already submitted?
At the thought, cold sweat immediately ran down Jazz's back.
If they truly intended to purge every pirate, then how many people within the Star Alliance would be killed?
Leave You an Ideal World!
Ronglin said calmly, "I'm not hiding this from you because I trust you. Too many filthy dealings are hidden behind the Star Alliance. All you have seen is its grand and noble side, but you do not know how much information has been covered up."
Any force that developed too quickly would, more often than not, commit acts that broke the rules under the swelling drive of ambition and power. The Star Alliance merely bore too heavy a halo, so all its darkness had been carefully concealed. Coupled with Ronglin acting as a hands-off boss and Jinbe gradually withdrawing from affairs, troubling signs had already begun to appear within the Star Alliance.
"Boss, where