Difficult to Win Hearts and Minds

"Lower our heads?"

A sneer flashed through Danhart's eyes. He walked toward Rossi step by step, his gait steady, each step seeming to land on a heavy rhythm:

"No, Rossi, lowering our heads isn't what we must do. What we need is...

an opportunity that allows every one of us to gain the greatest possible benefit."

After speaking, he lightly squeezed the wine bottle in his hand, sending tiny ripples through the liquor inside.

"Opportunity is what matters most."

"An opportunity?"

The word resonated deeply in the hearts of nearly every pirate leader.

"Opportunity."

An opportunity that could benefit every one of them was the true reason they would eventually yield.

At this moment, the temptation of "opportunity" became especially apparent.

Every pirate leader understood that only by joining forces to fight for this opportunity could they truly reach the ultimate goal they longed for—not fleeing anymore, not merely scraping by, but standing at the peak of the world and controlling everything.

Strength was the key to having a voice.

"What kind of opportunity are you talking about?"

At that moment,

Claw, the "Iron Hammer," finally spoke.

He rested his chin on one hand and remained silent for a while, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's.

"But we all know that without strength, everything is just a dream.

What guarantee of strength can you give us?"

Danhart looked at him and smiled faintly, an unfathomable glint flashing in his eyes.

"A guarantee of strength?

Naturally, me.

Every one of you knows that my ship possesses more than just my personal strength."

As he spoke, his eyes brimmed with confidence—the power to smash through every obstacle.

Behind him, the Black Dragon Fleet, a force renowned throughout the seas, instantly became the strongest foundation for his words.

He paused, his voice