The atmosphere at Navy Headquarters was suffocating, a heavy gloom hanging over everyone's heart.
Sakazuki sat at the long table, the cigar in his hand emitting wisps of smoke, seeming to add a touch of acrid bitterness to the already tense atmosphere around him.
He coldly scanned the newspaper in his hand, his expression growing increasingly grim.
"Justice? Ha, laughable."
He muttered to himself, his voice low and mocking.
His gaze was like a blade, as if scrutinizing the world's foolishness and hypocrisy.
On the other side, Borsalino looked lazy, leisurely clipping his nails, seemingly unconcerned about the surrounding turmoil.
But when he heard about Jin's encounter, a wry smile appeared on his lips.
"How terrifying, to calmly leave under the siege of the Five Elders and the God's Knights."
He shook his head slightly, his nail clippings falling gently, accompanied by a crisp sound, as if bidding a helpless farewell to himself and his colleagues' future.
At this time, most of the marines were immersed in deep worry.
Everyone's face was filled with fear and unease, their hearts like surging waves, churning with fear of the future.
Admiral Jin—a diligent and hardworking model who strived for justice—was erased with trumped-up charges in this sudden storm, like a shining star swallowed by darkness, chilling the heart.
"If even he can't resist, then what can we do?"
A young marine muttered, his eyes filled with despair.
His voice was like a faint lamp, appearing incredibly fragile in this darkness.
The people around him nodded, secretly sighing in their hearts, their future was no longer a bright prospect, but a dark road full of unknowns and dangers.
A sense of fear welled up in everyone's heart: they could become the next sacrificed pawn at any time.
This organization, once proud of its faith and glory, now seemed on the verge of collapse under immense pressure.
And in this ever-changing world, the banner of justice seemed to be slowly fading, losing its original luster.
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Jin sat on the deck of his warship, a gentle breeze caressing his face, the sunlight warm and comfortable.
He looked at the azure sea, a sense of freedom rising in his heart like never before.
"The feeling of freedom is really good."
He said softly, a long-lost ease flashing in his eyes.
The invisible chains of the past were finally broken, and his heart seemed to spread its wings and fly, shaking off the heavy shackles.
The atmosphere on the ship was relaxed and carefree, with Kuzan, Shanks, and Kong lazily lying in the sun, enjoying this moment of tranquility.
Kuzan squinted, a faint smile on his face, as if enjoying this ease.
Beneath his stern exterior, a hint of warmth that didn't fit his persona was revealed.
"Long prepared."
He responded softly, his voice filled with confidence and composure, as if he had foreseen the upcoming challenge.
Shanks, with his hands behind his head, a smile on his lips.
His expression seemed leisurely and content, as if enjoying this moment of leisure.
He slowly turned his head, looked at Jin, a sly glint flashing in his eyes.
"However, after returning to the South Sea, we have to prepare a big show."
His tone revealed anticipation, as if he couldn't wait.
Kong yawned beside him, stretching his muscles, like a lazy cat.
"I hope Sengoku and the others wake up soon."
He said lazily, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and anticipation.
Despite this peaceful moment, he still had well-thought-out plans in his heart to face the challenges of the future.
Jin gazed at the distant horizon, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but faintly revealing a hint of firmness.
"We will fight for ourselves, no matter how difficult the future may be."
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On a mysterious island.
Blackbeard's figure gradually emerged, his silhouette appearing unusually strong in the dim moonlight.
"Jie ha ha ha ha, I knew I wouldn't die!"
He laughed boldly, his voice as shocking as thunder, as if declaring his unyielding spirit to the world.
After the battle, he was not only unscathed, but also exuded an even more oppressive aura.
Behind him, several figures walked out one after another, all of them his elite subordinates.
A young pirate said with a smile: "Captain, it seems your plan has succeeded again."
His face was full of excitement and admiration, as if Blackbeard's every decision was an eternal belief in his heart.
Blackbeard clenched his fist, a smug smile on his lips, his eyes flashing with cunning.
"That's right, I know everything."
He said slowly, his tone full of smugness and confidence.
As an ambitious pirate, his goal was not only wealth, but also control of the entire world.
His eyes flickered in the darkness, as if seeing through those secret conspiracies.
He sneaked into many secret places in Mary Geoise, obtained a large amount of information about the Five Elders, and even uncovered the mystery of why they attached so much importance to the Gum-Gum Fruit.
Those key fragments appeared in his mind, the information flooding in like a tide, making him even more excited.
"The dark side of this World Government is really addictive to me."
He muttered to himself, a sinister smile on his lips.
He understood in his heart that this information would become a powerful weapon for his next action.
Through these secrets, Blackbeard could better manipulate the situation, and then realize his ambition.
Blackbeard slowly walked to the edge of the cliff, overlooking the magnificent scene of the waves hitting the rocks, secretly pleased in his heart.
Everything he did in Mary Geoise was just a carefully arranged drama, the purpose was to make the Five Elders have the illusion that he was no longer a threat.
Pretending to be indifferent allowed him to quietly lay out his plans in the dark, collect information, and enhance his strength.
"Jie ha ha, what foolish old men."
He whispered to himself, a mocking smile on his lips.
The cold laughter in his heart howled past with the sea breeze, his eyes firm and decisive, containing a desire and ambition for the future.
He understood that low-key development was his current strategy, accumulating strength in silence, so that he could seize control of the world in one fell swoop at the right moment.
His fingers gently stroked a black stone, as if silently examining the fate of this land.
As his thoughts wandered, he had already drawn a grand blueprint in his mind: on this turbulent sea, he would build his own empire.
Whether it is the Navy, the World Government, or those self-righteous pirates, they will all submit before him.
"As long as we wait quietly, the opportunity will always come."
Blackbeard's mouth curled into a sly smile, his eyes flashing with sinister light.
He knew that patience was the key to victory.
At this moment, his presence was deliberately suppressed, precisely for the stunning blow when he turned the tables in the future.
Returning to the depths of the island, he gathered his men and arranged the next action.
Everyone worked silently under his command, like snipers lurking in the dark, ready to welcome the moment of victory at any time.
He will eventually write history in this game and become the master of the new world.
As the night deepened, the shadows on the island became thicker, and Blackbeard's figure appeared particularly cunning in the moonlight.
He knew that he had already gained an advantage in this game of power, and his plan was gradually approaching success.
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