Fujitora's Decision

At this moment, Transponder Snails around Vice Admiral Bastille kept ringing without pause.

"Urgent communication for Vice Admiral Bastille!" Five Marine soldiers simultaneously raised their Transponder Snails and rushed over to report to Vice Admiral Bastille.

"How am I supposed to answer so many at once?" Bastille said impatiently.

"The soldiers Pica sent flying keep contacting us!"

"Urgent communication for Vice Admiral Bastille!" Several more soldiers ran up with Transponder Snails and addressed Bastille.

"Who is it? Tell them to wait."

"It is this old man..." Fujitora's voice came through the Transponder Snail.

"Admiral Issho! What are your orders? Where are you currently?" Bastille immediately straightened up and saluted the Transponder Snail.

"The pirates who escaped the coliseum are now acting in unison," Fujitora said into the Transponder Snail.

"The town is already in complete chaos. If they all start rampaging together, it'll be even harder to control the situation." Bastille was deeply frustrated upon hearing that.

"That is even more advantageous for us," Fujitora offered a different perspective.

"What do you mean?" Vice Admiral Bastille could hardly believe it.

Fujitora, who had been sitting on a rock, rose to his feet. The sound of his cane striking the ground rang out sharply. "Have the vice admirals scattered across the island quickly dispatch reinforcements. The time has come for us to act. Gather at the foot of the palace immediately."

Meanwhile, Cyrus was fleeing in every direction.

"He's here! Come out, Cyrus!" The civilians fired their guns at Cyrus, forcing him to duck behind a ruined building.

"If we don't capture the executioner, this game can't end."

"I still have a family. Please, surrender now." The civilians pointed their guns at Cyrus without the slightest trace of guilt.

"The palace is still so far away..." Cyrus looked toward the distant