Sengoku gripped the loudspeaker tightly, the struggle in his heart practically written across his face.
He looked at the stalemate in the plaza. The Marines held their guns aloft, their eyes filled with the desire for victory.
Though the Four Emperors' pirate crews were exhausted, they still clutched their weapons and assumed a desperate, make-or-break stance.
Seeing this, Sengoku was honestly a little afraid. He wanted to wipe out the pirates completely too, but he could not throw the entire Marine force into the grinder!
"Fleet Admiral, we can't stop! This is our best chance to eliminate the Whitebeard Pirates. If we let them go, they'll become a massive threat in the future!"
At this moment, Sakazuki showed no intention of stopping on the battlefield. He knew this was the best opportunity to wipe out the Four Emperors in one stroke. If they let this chance slip away, who knew when another would come?
It could be said that he was the sort of man who would kill every last pirate no matter how many Marines died.
Meanwhile, Borsalino slowly drifted over to Sengoku's side. His tone was somewhat lazy, yet still rational as he said, "Oh my, I actually think stopping while we're ahead would be best. Under the current circumstances, we can pull back some of our forces. If we keep fighting, it may not benefit the Marines either."
Borsalino did not want to keep fighting. First, he found it tiring; second, he felt there was no need to suffer such heavy losses.
After hearing Borsalino's words, Sakazuki gritted his teeth in fury. "Borsalino, what do you mean?"
"This is our chance to eliminate the Four Emperors!"
However, Borsalino did not take Sakazuki's words to heart at all. He knew his colleague far too well.
"Oh my, my!"