The Fish-Man's Divination and a New World

The Revolutionary Army might still have its doubts, but on the Hunter Guild's side—

Hawkeye and Issho had already contacted Crocodile. By this point, Crocodile no longer kept anything hidden.

In truth, once he learned what was happening, he understood that this war had entered its final stage.

Although Dunn was still the one taking action personally, it was indeed time for the conclusion.

"That's how things are. The chairman said before that he might leave for a while after this. I don't know exactly how long; he didn't tell me."

"Oh? So Dunn had already been confident of victory before this began?"

Hawkeye's voice sounded.

"That's true, but I don't recommend that you and Issho head over now. There's simply not enough time. Even if you make it there, you won't be able to interfere."

Crocodile warned them with a grave expression.

"Besides, the chairman doesn't seem to need anyone's help."

"Understood. Let's leave it at that for now."

After Hawkeye spoke, the Den Den Mushi in Crocodile's hand closed its eyes and entered standby mode.

Crocodile seemed about to speak, but then shook his head.

He had wanted to use this opportunity to have Hawkeye and Issho return.

In his view, even if Dunn's side was wrapping up, his own matters were far from over—or rather, they were about to enter an even busier period.

Because he had to ensure that the Hunter Guild could continue maintaining its rightful interests.

"You should urge your father along. Perhaps you can reveal a few things."

Crocodile reminded Reiju beside him.

"Should we reveal the news about the chairman as well?"

Reiju nodded at that, then asked.

"No, don't mention the chairman. But your father should be able to make some guesses."

Crocodile now needed Germa's clones.

"I understand."

Reiju nodded.