A War of Words

As the ghostly figures dispersed, Koby and the others proudly held their heads high, smirking at the Whitebeards, whose fire had gone out.

Just as expected, pirates were nothing but paper tigers.

"Lord Ace, the New World Navy has come in good faith. I hope your side will consider the greater good and refrain from acting rashly.

"Heh. Killing people like us would be nothing, but disrupting the peace talks between our sides would be quite unfortunate."

Although his mind was far more mature than those of his peers, Koby still had to handle some formalities himself.

With a smile, he swept his gaze over the grim-faced division commanders before finally looking at the equally silent Ace. He spoke in a deep voice, neither servile nor overbearing.

"Heh."

Ace had no other reaction after hearing that. He merely continued to sneer.

As expected of that White Dragon admiral's confidant. His way of thinking was exactly like his superior's.

Did he dare to be so arrogant because he had calculated that the Whitebeards did not dare start a war with the Navy now?

Hmph. He was just a field-grade officer. Fire Fist was not pathetic enough to be frightened by a Navy officer.

"Lieutenant Colonel, do you know that the Whitebeard Pirates have forty-six ships under our command, with powerful fighters gathered in our ranks and well over a thousand men? I will not touch this ghost, but what if I kill all of you?"

Even if he lost face, Ace could not lose momentum. The Navy men were not fools; surely, they did not want to see both sides perish together.

"Hahaha! Ever since I enlisted, I have long cast life and death aside. Being able to die at the hands of the Whitebeard Pirates' leader would be quite a