At that moment, Allen abruptly rose to his feet and swept his hand with high spirits, as if an army of thousands truly stood before him awaiting his command. "Gather all the officers!"
"Rally the men! Our target—Whole Cake Island! Strike while she's down and finish her off! Tear down the BIG MOM Pirates' nest! Totto Land's territory, resources, and confectionery factories—bring them all under Hachinosu Island!"
However, just as Allen was at his most triumphant and ready to make a grand move, "Brrr, brrr, brrr—!" A secure Den Den Mushi with a grotesque appearance and the World Government's emblem let out a piercing shriek, ruthlessly interrupting his speech.
Annoyed by the sudden interruption, Allen frowned, picked up the receiver, and spoke with the lingering excitement of moments ago still in his voice. "Hello? Who is it? I'm busy!"
Nusjuro Saint's cold, arrogant tone immediately came from the other end of the Den Den Mushi. "Gol D. Allen."
The confident smile on Allen's face instantly froze upon hearing that voice, as though time itself had stopped.
Then, Nusjuro Saint spoke coldly through the Den Den Mushi. "Your uncle, Pluton Silvers Rayleigh, is in our hands."
His tone carried undisguised smugness and the arrogance of someone who held everything under control.
In an instant, the air around Allen seemed to plunge below freezing!
An invisible pressure frantically spread outward from him. Sand grains on the training ground began to bounce chaotically without any external force, while the surrounding space faintly let out overloaded creaks, as if it might shatter like broken glass at any moment.
The training ground, which had been bustling with excitement just moments before, fell into deathly silence. Even the lackeys sprawled on the ground instinctively held their breath, not daring to make a sound.
Allen remained silent