Pirates: Rush to the Peak

"You must contact the nearby naval forces right now and have them act quickly to surround this place!" Saint Trast ordered sternly. At the same time, his sharp eyes occasionally glanced at Kuro and his group in the distance, as if a cunning fox was secretly spying on its prey, always paying attention to the other party's every move.

However, after hearing the order issued by Trast Sanctuary, the faces of those members belonging to the CP organization instantly became solemn.

Everyone frowned tightly, and the faces behind the masks involuntarily revealed an expression of indecision.

After hesitating for a moment, the leading CP agent finally summoned up the courage to speak: "Lord Trost, please calm down. The Five Elders have clearly ordered that the government personnel are absolutely not allowed to intervene in the Great Desolo and its surrounding waters. So... we really can't summon the navy to surround this place as you requested."

Before he finished speaking, Saint Trost, who had been calm just now, suddenly became gloomy.

He took a big step forward, standing in front of the CP agent like a mountain, staring at him fiercely from a condescending attitude.

"Humph! Don't you know that Satan and the others are not here at this moment? Now, I am the one giving you orders. What? Do you want to disobey my orders?"

Saint Trost's voice was cold as ice, chilling.

The CP agent who had dared to refute just now was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and beads of sweat the size of beans poured down his forehead like a flood, soaking his clothes in an instant.

"Lord Trost, please believe us. We have never had such an idea!"

One of them said with a horrified look on his face, his voice trembling a little, "The navy has always been doing what it wants, and they won't listen to any of our calls!"

Another person also quickly agreed, "Yes, sir! Even if we try every means to gather the navy here, if they insist on not obeying, then we are helpless and have no way to deal with them!"

As he spoke, he secretly glanced up at Lord Trost's expression, feeling uneasy.

The two men were seen nervously defending themselves while trying to shift all the blame onto the navy.

However, what they never expected was that just as they finished speaking, they suddenly heard an angry shout!

"Shut up, everyone!"

Saint Trost widened his eyes, his face full of anger and dissatisfaction.

"You are a bunch of good-for-nothings. You can't even handle such a small matter. And now you have the nerve to make excuses here, saying that you have to obey the Navy's wishes? This is simply ridiculous!"

Saint Trost became angrier as he spoke, veins bulging on his forehead. He could never have imagined that these people in front of him would be so incompetent.

You know, in the eyes of those high-ranking Celestial Dragons, the navy is nothing more than a group of running dogs they keep.

But now, these so-called lackeys seem to be starting to become less obedient...