Tsugikuni Yoriichi led his people to the command ship where Akainu and Saint Marcus Mars were stationed. The Dawn warship hovered in midair before the command ship.
Inside the ship's bridge, the crew had also noticed the unusual sight ahead, and the vessel began to slow down.
On deck, Saint Marcus Mars slightly raised his head and looked at Tsugikuni Yoriichi, meeting Yoriichi's calm and indifferent gaze.
Without the slightest hesitation, Saint Marcus Mars swiftly drew a gun from behind his waist and pulled the trigger without another word.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi had suddenly appeared aboard a Marine ship with his people. Anyone with half a brain knew he had not come here for sightseeing!
The instant their gazes met, Saint Marcus Mars knew that Tsugikuni Yoriichi and his group were targeting him!
Though he had no evidence to prove it, Saint Marcus Mars had lived for so many years not by relying on so-called evidence.
The moment one sensed even the slightest hint of danger, that threat had to be strangled in its cradle.
It was precisely because of such caution that he had survived until now!
Bang!!!
The crisp gunshot abruptly rang out across the deck. Concealed by the night, a Seastone bullet shot toward Tsugikuni Yoriichi at tremendous speed.
Saint Marcus Mars's gun was vastly different from the flintlock pistols wielded by ordinary Marines. Not only could it fire continuously, its bullets traveled far faster than those of ordinary firearms.
At the sound of the gunshot, Akainu, who had been about to ask Tsugikuni Yoriichi about his purpose here, swallowed the words that had reached his lips.
He was somewhat different from Saint Marcus Mars.
From the Marines' standpoint, Tsugikuni Yoriichi, now a wanted criminal, had undoubtedly become Akainu's enemy.
But Akainu understood one thing clearly: someone like