Garp, Ace, Sabo: A Grandfather-Grandson Showdown!

"Once the war breaks out here, you can start dealing with the Navy in the Four Seas!"

Mislanda took a sip from his wineglass and spoke to Dragon.

Dragon nodded at that.

The Revolutionary Army had originally had no intention of wading into this mess, but Mislanda had directly mocked them.

If they did not even have the nerve to take on the Four Seas, then the Revolutionary Army might as well disband. What World Government were they supposed to fight?

Most of the Navy's elite forces, along with the Admirals, had all come to deal with the Dark Night Pirates. Forget the Four Seas—even the first half of the Grand Line had little left.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Revolutionary Army could directly take over the Four Seas and govern them in the Navy's stead.

"Are you sure you don't need help here? That's the Navy's main force!"

"No. This is a personal grudge between the Navy and me!"

Mislanda directly refused Dragon.

This was a battle between the Dark Night Pirates and the Navy's elite. He did not want anyone else involved. Even Shanks was only going to deal with those who might try to stab them in the back.

"Then it's settled!"

"Hey!"

Just as Dragon was about to leave, Mislanda suddenly called out to him.

"If you can't even take the Four Seas, I'll have to reconsider you as an ally."

Hearing that, Dragon turned back with a smile before leaving directly.

Looking at the empty hall, Mislanda drained the wine in his cup and walked outside.

At that moment, the Navy brought by Garp had already fallen into a heavy encirclement.

Over a thousand pirates were launching a frenzied assault.

"Hold the line, everyone! Justice will prevail!"

Encouraged by a Navy officer, the Navy