To Crocodile, what Dunn had said was truly a major matter.
After all, ever since becoming the Hunter Guild's vice president, Crocodile truly had no desire to let go of the immense power he now held.
Although Dunn was above him as the guild president, Dunn rarely involved himself in affairs.
All things considered, the immensely powerful Hunter Guild was practically in his hands.
Therefore, he cared deeply about the future conflict between the Hunter Guild and the World Government.
Now that the Navy, the World Government's enforcers, would remain neutral and refrain from interfering in what came next, this was naturally a major matter.
It was equivalent to cutting off one of the World Government's arms.
"A major matter? Not really. Do you think the World Government will simply let go?"
Dunn turned to look at Crocodile.
"President, do you think what Sengoku said just now was false?"
Crocodile froze.
He was no fool. He naturally caught the implication in Dunn's tone, but that only left him even more puzzled.
That was Kong, after all—the Navy's former Fleet Admiral and Sengoku's old superior.
Even so, Sengoku had made that choice.
"It's not exactly false. It was his choice, a choice he made for the Navy's future."
Dunn shook his head.
"A choice?"
"Yes. He understood very well that any decision he made now would be crucial to the Navy. If he made the wrong choice, the Navy might even disappear from history entirely, suffering enormous casualties in the process.
After weighing everything, he chose the option with the least losses."
"So he chose us?"
"Not completely. Or rather, he has a headache over it right now and is still watching."
As Dunn spoke, he turned to Crocodile.
"The World Government will not let go of a violent organization like