Paramount War Nine

On the execution platform.

Sengoku frowned as he watched Ryan whispering back and forth with Whitebeard.

Although the plan had accounted for the possibility of Ryan and his crew getting involved, for some reason, as Ryan and Whitebeard mixed together, he had a nagging sense of unease.

He did not think his feeling was wrong; at a level of strength like his, saying one could sense it when someone spoke their name was boasting, but it was also a fact that one's sixth sense was greatly enhanced.

Once something important concerning himself happened, having a premonition was completely normal.

After a brief pause, he took out a Den Den Mushi to contact the Cipher Pol personnel.

Since the heart palpitations he felt could stem from strength of that magnitude or some hidden scheme, it was best not to let the Marines test the waters. After much deliberation, sending Cipher Pol to scout the path was the most suitable choice.

Moreover, he was somewhat dissatisfied with the people Cipher Pol had dispatched earlier.

Since they agreed to come help—even though the Marines actually hadn't prepared for them to take the field—sending only three weaklings who couldn't even take a single blow from the target meant they were just there to clown around.

If it weren't an inappropriate time for infighting, he would have loved to thoroughly mock those bastards in Cipher Pol.

The Den Den Mushi made a brrr-brrr sound before the other end picked up, transforming into a gloomy expression.

After a brief silence between the two sides, the person on Cipher Pol's end spoke first. "This time was a mistake... Never mind, I've already dispatched people anew. In three minutes at most, our forces will reach the battlefield."

He actually felt quite aggrieved.

To be honest, the people sent