Soldier D could not help shrugging. "There's nothing we can do about it. The Chris Pirates are simply too powerful."
"They've drawn far too much attention!"
"So much that... even with all those Marine Fleets stationed near our Pudora Kingdom, they can't keep these pirates' curiosity in check."
Soldier A held a telescope, carefully watching the Mammoth Fleet's movements.
A moment later, he lowered the telescope and sighed, shaking his head. "It really is the Mammoth Fleet!"
"The most troublesome fleet under Kaido, one of the Four Emperors!"
"I saw their leader, Jack the Drought, sitting right in the middle of the deck!"
Soldier E frowned, his expression troubled. "So it really is Jack the Drought!"
"That guy is notorious for his brutality, and his temper is a powder keg!"
"With Jack the Drought here, I doubt things... will stay very peaceful."
"The only question is who's going to light that powder keg!"
Jack the Drought's foul temper was known to practically everyone in the New World.
Most people in the New World were also familiar with his brutal deeds.
In the New World, Jack the Drought was synonymous with utter devastation.
At the mere mention of his name, ordinary people would scramble to get out of his way.
Soldier B's eyelids drooped as he said lifelessly, "What do we... still have to worry about?"
"The Chris Pirates are eyeing us like prey, and the Seven Warlords Alliance is helping them."
"Meanwhile, our own reinforcements are still nowhere to be seen."
"Even if our people are furious, how much can that accomplish against such overwhelming strength?"
Disappointment crept into Soldier B's eyes. "At this point... we don't have to worry about provoking Jack the Drought too."
"Our fate is already sealed anyway."
As Soldier B spoke, he grew increasingly dejected,