Files Spread Across the Table

Inside the World Government's high-level conference room, the atmosphere was so heavy it was suffocating.

High-ranking World Government officials filled the seats around the long table. Every face was clouded with gloom, and the air was thick with restless anxiety.

Saint Asgard Pandora clasped his hands atop the table, his knuckles faintly whitening. His gaze was icy as it swept across everyone in the conference room, and his voice was low and oppressive:

"Can anyone explain?

Why have we fallen into such a disadvantage on the battlefield?"

As his voice fell, the entire conference room sank into an eerie silence.

No one answered, but everyone knew the answer—Jin An.

This Marine, who should originally have been in the palm of their hand, had somehow grown step by step into the World Government's greatest threat.

Not only had he gathered the Neo Marines, he had also allied himself with the Giants of Elbaf. Even the Whitebeard Pirates had taken his side.

Most terrifying of all, his strategic talent and decisive tactical decisions had made every move by the World Government seem passive and pathetic.

"For now, we can only continue sending reinforcements."

At last, one of the high-ranking officials spoke, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness.

"Hmph!

Reinforcements?

How many troops have we already committed?

And those useless pirates?

We released them from the sixth level of Impel Down, not so they could take advantage of the chaos!"

Another high-ranking official slammed the table in anger, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

Someone sneered.

"Pirates will always be pirates. You want them to obey?

Only if there is enough profit in it.

But judging from the current situation, they would rather fish in troubled waters on this battlefield than work for us."

The atmosphere in the conference room grew increasingly tense,