Moments later, six hundred tall, imposing Navy soldiers arrived at the harbor, rifles in hand and short blades at their waists.
Capone Bege's eyes narrowed at the sight.
Their elite training was obvious at a glance. They were far tougher than any Navy soldiers he had seen before.
Their gazes were steady, their bodies strong. They stood perfectly still without making a sound.
"Ever since the boss came here, the Navy in the West Blue has changed so much!"
Capone Bege kept the thought to himself.
He had seen the staff officers stationed on Troia train their soldiers. The intensity and strictness were several times greater than before.
At the same time, the soldiers' food, housing, and pay had all improved considerably.
Thinking of that made Capone Bege's heart ache.
He had paid a huge share of the Navy's expenses out of his own pocket. It was no exaggeration to say that he, the king of the West Blue underworld, was practically supporting the entire West Blue Navy.
Yet he held little resentment. If anything, he was even more grateful to the boss.
What's the point of ruling on land?
If I'm going to rule, I'll rule the sea and the sky!
Ambition flashed in Capone Bege's eyes as he looked toward the fleet hovering ahead.
If he could command a fleet like that one day, nothing could be better.
A short while later, the airships descended slowly and docked at the Inner Harbor.
Six hundred Mafia members, dressed in black suits, hats, and sunglasses, approached Capone Bege one after another, trembling with nerves.
To Ivy's astonishment, the closer they came to Capone Bege, the smaller they grew. In the end, they passed through a door in his body and vanished.
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