Marineford, in a temporary office.
Present were Garp, Sengoku, Tsuru, several Marine Headquarters vice admirals, and Zephyr.
Zephyr had just returned to Marineford and happened to arrive in time for this meeting.
As for the Marine Sisters—Sakazuki, Borsalino, and Kuzan—they had yet to return.
"What do you think?"
Kong pulled his gaze from the wanted posters on the desk and tapped the tabletop with one hand as he looked at the Marines below.
"Not very likely."
Tsuru set down the wanted poster and spoke first.
"Tell us what you think."
Kong turned his gaze to another wanted poster.
"The Flying Pirates aren't like other pirate crews. Their members are all ambitious. When Golden Lion was around, they might have followed his orders, but now that we've captured him, I don't think they'll risk their lives to rescue him."
Tsuru leafed through the wanted posters in her hands. Every pirate listed had a bounty of at least five hundred million.
They were all fleet captains of the Flying Pirates.
The Flying Pirates weren't like the Whitebeard Pirates or the Roger Pirates, nor were they like the Richest Group. They weren't simply a pirate crew whose members were bound together by a shared sense of purpose.
At least, things hadn't yet reached the point of backstabbing and slaughtering one another.
The Flying Pirates were different. Like the Rocks Pirates back then, they were held together only by Golden Lion's ability to keep everyone in line. Divisions existed within the crew. Perhaps they hadn't reached the point of killing one another, but they weren't far off.
A few fleet captains might truly have respected Golden Lion, but none of them would go so far as to sacrifice their lives for him.
Golden Lion had come to Marineford alone. That had been irrational to