Katakuri's words rang like thunder.
They truly stunned everyone.
No one had expected Brother Katakuri to be so agitated.
Still less had they expected the Revolutionary Army's strength to have grown to such a terrifying level.
The Big Mom Pirates' so-called intelligence network had long since been paralyzed.
After Big Mom's death, the Big Mom Pirates had scattered like monkeys when the tree fell, splitting into the Sweets Pirates and the Sweets Pirates.
Nearly all of their intelligence-gathering capabilities had been concentrated in the New World.
A declining organization, a shrinking empire, could no longer obtain any useful intelligence from elsewhere.
That was also the miserable predicament of a fading empire. With the tense and difficult situation around them, they could hardly focus their attention anywhere else.
That was right. The exceedingly cautious Commander of the Revolutionary Army clearly held the overall situation of the world in his grasp, clearly controlled the greatest military force in the world, and had clearly used both open and covert schemes to either absorb all the pirates or drive them into the New World. Yet he had still patiently investigated everyone's foundations, quietly waited for the right moment, and thoroughly put into practice the saying: You fight your way, and I'll fight mine.
Now, their own strength and technology had fully matured, while the other side was mired in chaos. If they did not strike now, when would they?
More importantly, the timing had been grasped perfectly—so perfectly that they could even force the other side to surrender outright.
Just like now.
The entire command room was silent enough to hear a pin drop, and everyone's gaze settled on Perospero.
Although they already had their own thoughts, if Perospero, as the eldest brother, could shoulder all the responsibility, then they could accept the terms