"Whoa, so weak." Marco grabbed a Navy lieutenant commander and casually tossed him to the ground. The man's eyes had rolled back, and he had already lost consciousness.
Clearly, he had been no match for Marco and had been taken down in a single exchange.
As the commander of the First Division, Marco had led the entire division out this time. There had been no need to trouble the other Whitebeard divisions or commanders; they had effortlessly captured the Navy base near Whitebeard's territory.
"Come to think of it, why are there only lieutenant commanders?" Marco glanced at the man's epaulets and asked his companion curiously, "Where are the officers above colonel rank?"
The Navy had a very clear hierarchy, with distinct differences in rank and attire. A Navy base like the one they were attacking should have had at least one Marine Major General stationed there.
A Marine Major General might not have been able to act too arrogantly before Marco, but wasn't it a little too disrespectful that there was not even a single Vice Admiral? Were they looking down on the Four Emperors that much?
They were the Whitebeard Pirates!
"I heard their Vice Admirals all went to attend a Navy meeting. There isn't a single officer above colonel rank here," said a First Division officer as he walked over to Marco with a grin.
"Haha, heaven is helping us." Marco laughed twice. "Tell them to clean this place out quickly. Capture every Marine and trade them for bounty money. Let's see what price the Navy is willing to pay to ransom them back."
Among the Four Emperors, the Whitebeard Pirates and the Red-Haired Pirates were rare groups that did not tolerate filth. They did not accept just any pirate. Unless they admired a pirate, those who