Fisher Tiger had immense influence.
Before long, several hundred hot-blooded young fish-men had gathered at the entrance to Fish-Man District.
They held tridents, iron rods, and weapons fashioned from coral reefs, their eyes brimming with killing intent.
Several figures stood out among the crowd:
Fifteen-year-old Jinbe, already broad and sturdy, with a solemn, steady expression.
Thirteen-year-old Arlong, with vicious eyes, sharp teeth, and undisguised hatred for humans written all over his face.
And Hody Jones, only eight years old, lurking behind the crowd with gloomy eyes.
Jinbe quickly walked over to Fisher Tiger and said in a low voice, "Brother Tiger, I just tried to find out who they are. The ones who came are Whitebeard Edward Newgate, along with Rocks and Roger—"
"They're all monsters standing at the pinnacle of the sea. What should we do?"
Fisher Tiger's brows knitted tightly together.
Even though he had heard these thunderous names during his travels, his grip on the iron rod did not loosen in the slightest.
"No matter who they are, if they dare cause trouble on Fish-Man Island, I will never stand by and watch."
Fish-Man Island's harbor district.
Five pirate ships pierced through the final inner bubble membrane one after another, their hulls touching down on the soft coral berths of the seabed harbor.
Once the ships had fully entered, the bubble membrane automatically sealed shut, keeping the seawater outside.
For the first time, the humans aboard breathed the faintly salty, moisture-laden air within Fish-Man Island.
Several small Sea Kings swimming near the harbor had initially been curious about the newcomers.
But after sensing the aura spreading from those ships, they all flicked their tails in fright.
They vanished into the distant coral reefs as fast as they could.
This sight made the Ryugu Palace guards, who had