"I'm the captain of this warship, Revolutionary Army Navy Vice Admiral Ace. What's the situation over there now?!" Ace swept through the flagship's steel corridors like a blaze and arrived before him, demanding an answer.
Every fish-man had distinct features; even fish-men of the same race did not look quite alike. The Revolutionary Army and the fish-men had become natural allies. Even fish-men thousands of miles away knew about the alliance between Fish-Man Island and the Revolutionary Army. Aside from far-right racial supremacists like Arlong, other fish-men were naturally friendly toward the Revolutionary Army. The sonar equipment was merely a precaution against potential damage to Revolutionary Army warships from enormous Sea Kings.
As the Revolutionary Army grew increasingly powerful, it also became increasingly confident.
All those measures were simply the tedious, complicated work demanded by proper procedure.
As the saying went, an army took ten years to forge, while a navy took a hundred.
If a navy wanted to avoid all manner of dangers and situations upon the ever-changing, complex seas, then such exhaustive preparations could never be neglected.
Ace's words made Namur breathe a sigh of relief. What he feared most was that the Revolutionary Army would stand by and watch them die under the excuse of observing from across the shore. If they truly did that, Namur had no way to force them to rescue the Whitebeard Pirates. After all, they could go wherever they pleased, and he could not beat them.
The Revolutionary Army's attitude had undoubtedly given him a good start. Relieved, he truthfully reported the situation that followed. As he spoke, he secretly admired Marco's judgment and decisiveness. How had Marco known the Revolutionary Army could be trusted, and placed such complete faith in them?
After hearing his account, Ace was somewhat surprised. "I never