Marshall D. Teach grinned. "Zehahahaha! Thank you for your generous hospitality, Admiral Xia Le."
With those two taking the lead, the others began to dig in as well.
"So, what is this Warlord meeting about?"
A cold voice rang out.
Xia Le looked at the man directly opposite him, whose eyes were sharp as a hawk's, and smiled faintly.
"The agenda is simple!"
All seven Warlords raised their heads to look at him.
"You should have already heard the news."
"Fire Fist Ace will soon be publicly executed at Marine Headquarters."
"Such a move will undoubtedly provoke an extreme response from the Whitebeard Pirates. That is why you have been invited to this meeting."
"Our objective is to deal with the Whitebeard Pirates!"
Xia Le spoke with a light chuckle, his tone breezy, as though discussing something utterly ordinary.
Yet once those words left his mouth, the entire round-table conference room fell silent.
Even though they had anticipated it, hearing him actually announce it still left everyone present somewhat dazed and shaken.
The Marines were going to move against the Whitebeard Pirates, the crew of one of the Four Emperors!
This was undoubtedly shocking news, explosive enough to send a tsunami sweeping across the entire world.
"You all seem rather surprised."
"But surely none of you will refuse?"
Xia Le asked with a smile.
Then, with a spit, he spat the chicken bone in his mouth onto his plate.
"I have no objections."
The first to agree was Boa Hancock. The normally aloof Empress gazed at Xia Le, her eyes brimming with tenderness and affection.
"Thank you, Hancock!"
Xia Le smiled faintly.
That smile alone made Hancock feel as though she were floating.
"I am willing to take part in an undertaking as momentous as moving against Whitebeard."
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