#715 - Chapter 515: The Storm that Stirs the World

World Government, a secret office.

Figarland Garling Saint sat at a marble table, his fingers gently stroking the report, his eyes calm and deep.

He read every line of the report clearly, his face without a trace of expression.

Only his icy gaze seemed to be directed at a dead object.

He slowly put down the document in his hand and looked out the window into the distance, as if examining every ripple in the sea.

The report accurately conveyed all the information—the New Navy's alliance, Sengoku's cooperation with Jin'an, and their continuous growth.

"It seems... the situation has changed a bit."

He whispered, his voice tinged with a faint sinister air.

The atmosphere in the room became even more solemn, as if time had stopped because of his words.

Figarland slowly stood up, his cold face devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Only his steps gradually became steady and heavy. He paced back and forth in the room, the hem of his white robe swaying, making slight friction sounds.

The air seemed to solidify, and in the silence, only the sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty space.

"The union of Sengoku and the New Navy is unexpected, but also reasonable."

He stopped, a hint of imperceptible killing intent gradually appearing in his eyes.

"They were actually able to achieve such firm cooperation in such a short period of time."

He frowned slightly, reached out and grabbed a bottle of wine, pouring a small glass, the liquid swaying slightly in the glass.

"This war, perhaps we need to reconsider our strategy."

He raised his glass, gently shaking it, watching the liquid draw a beautiful arc in the glass, seemingly lost in thought.

At the same time, the wind outside the window gently blew, bringing a hint of coolness, as if hinting at the storm that was about to come.

"If they continue to unite,"

he whispered again, his voice becoming low and cold,

"I'm afraid the rise of the New Navy will become a major concern for us."

He paused, a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes:

"Sengoku, Jin'an, their alliance will pose a major challenge to the World Government.

And this challenge must be nipped in the bud."

He raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, as if to cheer himself up.

Then, he turned slightly, smiled coldly, and the corners of his mouth turned up:

"However, for us, this is also an opportunity.

Jin'an... Sengoku... your alliance will be the stepping stone for me to reach a new peak."

Figarland slowly walked to the window, crossed his hands behind his back, and looked out at the horizon.

In his deep pupils, he seemed to see the turbulent sea, and he himself stood in the center of that turbulent ocean, controlling all the storms.

After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, a flash of lightning-like decisiveness flashed in his eyes:

"It's time to take action."

He no longer lingered and walked straight towards the door.

Every step was like heading towards a silent battle, and he had decided in his heart that every step he took next would be the beginning of a new war.

At this time, a member of the secret guard standing behind him quietly stepped forward and said in a low voice:

"Sir, your orders?"

Figarland did not look back, his voice was no longer so low, but carried a chilling coldness:

"Notify the higher-ups of the World Government, I need to mobilize all forces.

No matter how the New Navy and the Navy unite, they must be wiped out in the bud."

The secret guard bowed slightly and responded in a low voice:

"Yes, sir."

His figure disappeared at the door of the room, and Figarland stood there, his eyes flashing with complex light.

He turned his back to the door, looked at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Perhaps your power is very strong now, but who can predict what will happen in the future."

These words, lightly spoken from his mouth, struck the air like thunder, shocking everything around him.

He no longer hesitated, his steps firm, and moved towards a new goal—the great war surrounding the New Navy was about to begin, and he would never allow any spark of rebellion to exist.

Figarland Garling Saint stood quietly in front of the giant window of the palace, his eyes deep and cold.

The outer walls of the palace were made of dark red rock, and the sky outside the window was covered with layers of dark clouds, bringing a sense of oppression to the whole world.

As he quietly gazed into the distance, he could feel that chilling aura was growing stronger day by day, and that was Lord Imu—the one who truly controlled the fate of this world.

Imu's revival was unstoppable, and the increase in this aura made him understand that he could also begin to act.

"Finally, the opportunity has come."

He whispered, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

For Figarland, this was not just a time to wait, but an excellent opportunity to change his destiny.

He slowly turned around, his eyes swept over the intricate decorations and sculptures in the palace, as if everything was under his control.

He walked down from the high throne, his steps steady and decisive, each step seemed exceptionally powerful, as if he had already embarked on the road to success.

The air inside the palace was dull, but it did not shake his determination in the slightest.

"The pattern of this world must be reshuffled."

A satirical smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his voice full of disdain and coldness,

"They are just ants, being able to command them is proof of my loyalty to Lord Imu."

He waved his hand, his movements crisp and neat, as if he had made all the preparations and began to arrange his next move.

Then, his low voice slowly sounded:

"Go and call the CP and Marine admirals from Marineford, I have something for them to do."

The order was simple and direct, but the tone did not tolerate any dissent.

Every word was full of oppression, making the air instantly tense.

A few seconds later, the palace door was pushed open violently, and a figure in black uniform quickly walked in.

The man bowed his head and said respectfully:

"Sir!"

Figarland did not look at him, but nodded coldly, his eyes becoming sharper:

"Go, call them all here.

This game must be started in the shortest possible time."

The man did not say much, bowed slightly, and turned away quickly, his footsteps hurried and loud, like the tolling of the bells of the future.

Figarland stood there, a sharp light flashing in his eyes, and whispered:

"These people are, after all, just tools in my hands.

Tools must be used to the fullest."

He looked at the palace door that was gradually closing, and his mind began to emerge with all the possible things that would happen next.

CP—the shadow force of the World Government. Although those people obeyed him, in Figarland's view, they were just pawns like the Marine admirals of Marineford, acting as pawns for him to realize his ambitions.

These people were once loyal to the World Government, but their loyalty will be easily torn apart in the upcoming situation.

Figarland knew that his plan needed these people, but even more, he needed them to willingly step onto his camp.

A few minutes later, the palace door was pushed open again, with a trace of panic and hurried footsteps, several men in black uniforms and agile Marine admirals entered the palace.

Everyone looked serious, obviously knowing that what they were facing at this moment was not a simple task, but a challenge concerning the fate of the future.

Figarland's eyes swept over them, his eyes cold, and his voice without a trace of warmth:

"You know why you are here."

He did not give them extra time to think, and directly said bluntly:

"I need you to do one thing—find the weakness of the New Navy."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the entire room instantly became solemn.

Those Marine admirals and CP members looked at each other, their expressions complex, but no one dared to say more.

Figarland saw their hesitation, and the corner of his mouth raised a smile involuntarily.

That smile was with ruthless coldness, like looking at a group of defenseless lambs.

"Do you think I don't know what you are thinking?"

He said, his tone with heavy irony,

"You can stand here, not because of how strong your abilities are, but because you are needed by me."

His eyes swept over everyone present,

"But that doesn't mean I will be merciful to you.

As long as I can get what I want, any sacrifice is worth it."

Those Marine admirals and CP members suddenly felt a chill rise in their hearts.

Figarland's words seemed to have swept away all their thoughts.

Everyone's heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, realizing that they had been deeply trapped in the trap set by Figarland.

However, they had no retreat and no choice.

"Do what you have to do, find the weakness of the New Navy, and don't let me down."

Figarland's voice fell heavily, with an undeniable majesty.

As his voice fell, those people bowed and obeyed, leaving Figarland with their backs to him.

The moment they walked out of the palace, their steps seemed heavier than usual, because they knew that the task they were about to face was no ordinary task, but was destined to stir up the winds and clouds of the entire world.