"Our captain could crush him completely with just one hand!"
Lindbergh looked relaxed, hardly taking the matter seriously.
Lafitte gently swirled his glass of red wine and smiled faintly. "It's a good thing Jack the Drought stopped before coming any closer."
"We won't have to divide our attention to deal with them."
"As for what happens afterward, we can worry about that later."
The division commanders nodded, then raised their glasses together, clinked them, and drained them.
Enel, who sat beside Lafitte, looked rather dejected, his eyelids drooping.
He curled his lips helplessly, shook his head, and sighed. "Why are all these guys from the Four Emperors Pirates such cowards?"
"They're obviously incredibly strong, yet they still don't dare come near us."
"Is it really so hard to let me fight someone powerful?"
First there had been Katakuri of the Big Mom Pirates, and now Jack the Drought.
Both men were recognized throughout the world for their strength.
They had also sparked Enel's keen interest.
Yet both had chosen to stay put, leaving Enel feeling helpless.
It was like punching cotton, leaving a hero with nowhere to put his strength to use.
Sporting his green rooster-comb hairstyle, Bartolomeo burst out laughing. "When it comes down to it, they just aren't strong enough!"
"With our captain's fearsome reputation hanging over them, neither of those two forces dares make a reckless move."
"Whether it's Katakuri or Jack the Drought, they're probably both afraid the captain will kill them outright!"
Demon Gin chewed the betel nut in his mouth as he said, "Whatever else you might say, our captain has the strength of one of the Four Emperors."
"Even if Katakuri and Jack the Drought look down on the rest of us, neither of them would ever dare look down on the captain."