Dracule Mihawk, Marco, and the others had gathered together here.
They all sat on a large boulder, occasionally glancing toward the Marines to keep an eye on their movements.
Although Kizarino Borsalino had already promised not to force his way into Blackwater Valley,
all was fair in war. Who knew what tricks they might try next?
Fortunately, they had remained very quiet all this time, without making any suspicious moves.
Marco smiled calmly and clicked his tongue. "These Marines really are a rare sight!"
"They're actually doing as they're told."
"That's a world away from how they usually act!"
Visluk nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing. "Normally, when pirates see Marines, running away comes first."
"Even we're no exception."
"Usually, it's always the Marines arrogantly chasing us down."
"When have they ever stayed put so obediently, like they are now?"
"It really is unusual!"
Sniper Hiro curled his lip and said casually, "Normally, they rely on their superior numbers."
"A few Marine warships carry plenty of combat equipment."
"Plus, they have Marine Bases all over the seas, so reinforcements arrive quickly."
"That's why most pirates aren't willing to get tangled up with them at sea for long."
"If we weren't sailing with Pops, we wouldn't stick around to fight them either."
"But things are very different now!"
As he spoke, Robinson, perched on Sniper Hiro's shoulder, let out a cheerful cry.
Sniper Hiro continued, "Right now, every one of their Elite Vice Admirals is injured."
"Even their Marine Admiral, Kizaru Borsalino, has suffered a setback at Mihawk's hands."
"Under these circumstances, how would anyone else dare act rashly?"
Millsa sat cross-legged nearby and murmured, "Besides, we're on land now."
"They've lost access to a lot of their weapons and equipment, so their external support has been greatly reduced."
"Those Marines can't throw their