For the moment, however, they chose not to set out.
Aboard the Marine Fleet's flagship, the senior officers had gathered in the conference room.
Kizaru Borsalino sat calmly at the head of the table, quietly awaiting the sentries' reports.
Just then, a sentry entered the conference room.
He immediately reported, "Admiral, the battle between the Chris Pirates and the Pudora Kingdom is still ongoing."
"The Pudora Kingdom's bombardment has yet to stop."
"And the Four Emperors' pirate crews have all begun moving."
"In roughly twenty minutes, all of them will reach the center of the Pudora Kingdom Waters!"
With his report delivered, the sentry turned and left to continue monitoring developments outside.
He was already the third Marine sentry to enter the conference room.
Every few minutes, they reported everything happening outside to the assembled Marine officers.
Though Kizaru Borsalino and the others had never stepped outside, they still knew everything happening throughout the Pudora Kingdom Waters!
Vice Admiral Doberman idly handled his long sword and said coldly, "Those Four Emperors' pirate crews really can't sit still!"
"No matter what happens in the New World, they won't rest until they've stuck their noses into it."
"Who knows what trouble those bastards will stir up this time!"
Vice Admiral Doberman had never had a favorable impression of the Four Emperors' pirate crews.
In his eyes, those four crews were like parasites that could never be rooted out of the New World.
Anything that happened in the New World was bound to have some connection to them.
Relying on their overwhelming influence and the fact that no one dared provoke them, they meddled in everything.
That alone gave all the Marine officers a terrible headache.
Vice Admiral Momonga stroked his mustache and chuckled. "The newspaper spelled it out quite clearly."
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