"Captain, there's news about Gild Tesoro."
On an island somewhere in the New World, a pirate ship flying a skull flag was being coated.
A group of ferocious-looking pirates stood along the shore. They were clearly no ordinary pirates; the bloodlust and murderous aura clinging to them were unusually heavy.
One of the pirates handed the News Coo a few Berries and received a stack of newspapers in return.
There was plenty of news in them, and one section covered Gild Tesoro.
"Where is he!"
Lone Wolf Spand wore an eyepatch. He stroked his six whiskers, his gaze grim.
The Admiral had given him only ten days. They were running short on time.
"Gild Tesoro killed thousands of pirates in the Sabaody Archipelago and captured Marine Vice Admiral Ox and several other officers."
Spand took the newspaper. The image accompanying the article about Gild Tesoro showed Chaos seated above a mountain of corpses, a scene that had a powerful, chilling impact.
Another photograph showed Ox and his group being taken away.
No matter how you looked at it, the scene was brazen and bloody—especially the sight of him seated above thousands of corpses.
"Has the Navy made a move?"
Spand snorted. His six whiskers trembled with disdain.
"I heard Marine Vice Admiral Tsuru personally led a team to capture Gild Tesoro."
"What?"
Spand's pupils contracted instinctively, and his expression turned grave.
That old woman was no pushover. He wasn't sure he could beat her.
Spand wasn't trying to praise his enemy and diminish himself. It was simply that the old woman's reputation spoke for itself. Even Empress Kehila, captain of the Third Fleet, was wary of her.
Among the pirates captured by that old woman, there were plenty with bounties of five or six hundred million—not to mention those worth