Pirates: Rush to the Peak

“We only learned about this not long ago.”

"The Five Elders unanimously agreed that they should take advantage of the cover of night to launch a surprise attack on Whitebeard and Bloody Blade."

"It's to prevent them from having the chance to show up in Mary Geoise!"

Zaire Saint said to the Den Den Mushi in his hand with a serious expression.

Feigaland on the other end of the phone responded calmly: "Yes, I think so too, and I am preparing to launch a sneak attack tonight."

After hearing Feigaland's answer, Zaire Saint asked in surprise: "Captain, you are planning to take action tonight as well? It seems that we are really on the same page this time."

Feigaland nodded slightly, indicating his agreement: "Really? This is indeed a rare opportunity. We can test them first and find out their true colors."

"I understand. We will start preparing for the action immediately." Zaire Saint responded.

Afterwards, the two made the final confirmation and finalization on the specific time of the operation.

After everything was negotiated, both parties hung up the Den Den Mushi with satisfaction and began to prepare intensively for the upcoming nighttime sneak attack.

"Everyone, let's take action." Saint Zaire raised his head slightly, looked firmly at the five elders sitting on high seats, and spoke solemnly.

"Okay, everyone will gather in the square immediately. When the agreed time comes, I will need you to use your ability to teleport us over." One of the Five Elders gave the order in a steady voice.

"Of course." Zaire Saint nodded without hesitation.

At this time, Mary Geoise had already made clear the next action plan, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense and solemn. On the other side, Feigarand, who was far away on the island of Baista, stood there solemnly, quietly waiting for the best time to make a move.

The entire Besta Island seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious veil at this moment. The originally calm sea surface began to ripple, and the surging waves hit the rocks on the shore, making a deafening roar.

The dark clouds in the sky gathered quickly like billowing smoke, gradually obscuring the bright moon hanging high in the sky, plunging the entire island into darkness.

In this inky black night, the huge Moby Dick was quietly anchored in the harbor.

The lights on the ship had all been turned off, and only the faint moonlight shone through the clouds onto the deck, vaguely illuminating the figures of a dozen drunken pirates lying unconscious on the ground.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed by like a ghost, and a masked knight of God appeared silently on the railing of the ship.

He looked down at the pirates on the deck below, his eyes revealing a bone-chilling chill.

"What stupid pirates! They are so careless at such a crucial moment." The Knight of God looked at the drunk guys in front of him, and a sneer of contempt appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he sneered mercilessly.

Before he finished speaking, he jumped lightly from the railing and landed steadily on the deck.

Then, he walked slowly towards the cabin with slow but firm steps.

However, just as he stepped into the cabin entrance, the drunkards who were lying on the deck and seemed unconscious slowly opened their eyes one after another.

"Are we leaving?" one of them asked softly, looking towards the entrance of the cabin with great vigilance.

"Let's go," another person responded, with a hint of relief in his tone.

"Then let's leave too," said the third man, sounding a little tired.

Then, these people began to move. They slowly climbed up from the deck, their bodies seemed a little stiff due to maintaining the same posture for a long time.

Bending slightly, they walked cautiously toward the rope ladder behind the Moby Dick.

When they came to the rope ladder, they grabbed the rope one by one, used their hands and feet to slowly climb down. When their feet finally stepped on the rescue boat, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, they quickly picked up the oars placed aside, inserted them into the water without hesitation, and paddled hard.

As the oars continued to paddle the water, the rescue boat gradually moved away from the Moby Dick and headed towards a safe place.

The knight of God who entered the cabin took every step very cautiously, as if he was not standing on an ordinary floor, but a minefield full of traps. He crept forward in the corridor, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, while listening carefully to even the slightest sound around him, fearing that he would fall into the trap carefully set by the enemy.