"Where exactly did you learn all of this?"
Dragon stared fixedly at Lorne, a scorching light blazing in his once-fathomless eyes.
His broad, dark green cloak snapped in the wind, reflecting the turmoil he could not settle.
Lorne lifted his teacup and took a light sip, his expression as composed as ever.
"Is it that difficult?"
"Anyone with a brain only needs to take a look around the Four Blues at the civilians struggling on the brink of death to understand how foolish your current approach is."
"Mr. Dragon, you claim you want to save the world, yet you've gotten even your basic strategic direction wrong."
Dragon did not argue. Instead, like a student hungry for knowledge, he pressed eagerly, "Then how exactly should we put it into practice? And how should we respond if the World Government cuts off our bases' economic lifelines?"
"There's no shortage of smugglers and pirates on the seas."
Lorne grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
"As long as your bases can produce food and maintain basic order, those profit-seeking merchants will flock to you like sharks scenting blood."
"As for the World Government's blockade?"
Lorne chuckled.
"Once your bases form a connected network across the Four Blues, a blockade will become a joke."
Dragon clenched his fists tightly, continually working through every step Lorne had described in his mind.
The more he worked through it, the more he felt how formidable and comprehensive this theory was.
This was no mere tactic, but an overt strategy capable of shaking the World Government's eight-hundred-year rule to its very foundations!
"A genius... no, this is wisdom only a great man capable of ushering in a new era could possess!"
Dragon's body trembled slightly with extreme excitement.
He slowly sat back down on the stone stool, pressing