Very soon.
The Impel Down Level 6 incident was completely suppressed by the World Government.
According to the official records, there had been no prison break at Impel Down, nor had there been a riot in Infinite Hell.
Those criminals whose names had long since been erased from the world had never reappeared.
The Navy had not made any public statement either.
Magellan had been forced to seal off all internal information.
Rock had not exposed the deal made in the shadows.
Thus, the Five Elders naturally believed their plan had succeeded.
They thought they had successfully sent a group of monsters to Blackbeard's side.
They thought the Navy had noticed nothing.
More than that, they thought Rock was still in the dark.
The next day.
In a dark stretch of sea somewhere in the New World.
The Blackbeard Pirates' main ship was anchored deep within the thick fog, darkness clinging to its hull like a tide.
Teach stood on deck, watching an unmarked disguised vessel slowly approach.
A gangplank was lowered.
Shiryu was the first to step out.
Raiu hung at his waist, and a cigar was clenched between his teeth.
His uniform had long been drenched in blood, and scorched black marks from Magellan's venom still lingered on his shoulders.
Yet his gaze was even sharper than it had been before entering Impel Down.
Behind him.
Catarina Devon, Sanjuan Wolf, Basco Shot, and Avalo Pizarro appeared one after another.
They still carried the stench of blood from Infinite Hell, along with the gloom of those who had barely escaped Magellan's poison with their lives.
Wave after wave of vicious aura instantly filled the deck.
The Blackbeard Pirates' officers wore varying expressions.
Burgess grinned, fighting spirit surging in his eyes.
Van Augur slightly raised his gun, his gaze