The consequences of serving as a Shichibukai yet refusing a mandatory summons would be severe.
As a pirate, once Jinbe was stripped of his Warlord status while inside Marine Headquarters, the fate awaiting him was already obvious.
"Does anyone here have anything else to say?"
River calmly swept his gaze over everyone before speaking in an even tone.
He had anticipated Jinbe's reaction and knew full well what would happen to him next.
"When will the war begin?"
Mihawk asked gravely.
"The exact date has yet to be decided, but headquarters will notify you in advance."
"Until then, you are free to do as you please."
River spoke.
"You may stay at headquarters and wait, or return to your own territories to await our summons."
No one else spoke, and the conference room fell silent.
"If there are no further questions, this meeting is adjourned."
River said.
He was not fond of long-winded speeches, and there really was little to say to these people, especially with eyes watching him.
Then River turned and left.
"Fufufufufufu."
"You're a brave man, Jinbe."
"I hope we get to meet again someday."
Donquixote Doflamingo rose to his feet, gazing at the fish-man sitting there in silence.
The other Warlords left the conference room one by one. Some intended to stay, while others would leave headquarters that very day and return to their own territories.
For people like them, who had negotiated terms and reached a compromise with the World Government, Marine Headquarters was hardly a place where they could feel safe.
Jinbe sat quietly, offering no response.
"Zehahahaha!"
"To think there are pirates like you in this world. How splendid!"
Marshall D. Teach laughed.
The conference room soon emptied. After Bartholomew Kuma left, the place became completely quiet.
Jinbe remained seated without moving. He