Paramount War IX

On the execution platform.

Sengoku frowned as he watched Ryan whispering with Whitebeard.

Although the plan had accounted for the possibility of Ryan's group getting involved, for some reason, ever since Ryan and Whitebeard had gotten mixed up together, he had felt distinctly unsettled.

He did not think his instincts were wrong. At his level of strength, claiming he could sense it whenever someone mentioned his name would be nonsense, but it was true that his sixth sense had greatly sharpened.

Whenever something important concerning him was about to happen, it was perfectly normal for him to sense it.

After a brief pause, he took out a Den Den Mushi and contacted Cipher Pol.

Whether it was because their strength had reached such terrifying heights or because they had some hidden trump card, if they could make him feel this uneasy, it would not be good to send Marines in to test the waters. After thinking it over, Cipher Pol was the most suitable choice to scout ahead.

Besides, he was somewhat dissatisfied with the people Cipher Pol had sent earlier.

Since they had agreed to come help, even though the Marines had not actually planned to put them on the field, sending only three weaklings who could not even withstand a single move from the enemy—were they here as a joke?

If this were not such an unsuitable time for internal strife, he would have thoroughly mocked those Cipher Pol bastards.

After the Den Den Mushi rang twice, the other side answered. Its face shifted into a gloomy expression.

Both sides fell silent for a while before the person from Cipher Pol spoke first. "This was a mistake... Forget it. I've already dispatched new people. At most, they'll reach the battlefield in three minutes."

He felt utterly stifled.

Honestly,