Watching Baroloric Redfield's figure completely disappear into the darkness, Jin An thoughtfully rubbed his chin, his brow slightly furrowed.
"A game?"
He muttered to himself, a hint of coldness and disdain on his face.
In his eyes, this storm couldn't be considered a game at all.
In a game, you can start over after failing, but in this cruel world, death is an irreversible end.
"However, this great pirate seems a little too leisurely..."
Jin An murmured, a faint question arising in his mind about Redfield's motives.
Why would this former powerhouse, once famous across the seas, choose to wander around this island?
But he quickly dismissed the thought. Since the other party had no intention of causing him trouble, he couldn't be bothered to meddle.
A sly glint flashed in Jin An's eyes, and the corner of his mouth curved into a meaningful smile.
"Although I don't need to deal with Blackbeard personally, creating some trouble for them is necessary."
He secretly calculated in his heart that since Redfield had advised him to remain calm for the time being, he would follow the current and prevent Blackbeard from developing peacefully.
The main thing was that he was afraid of being attacked from both sides by Baroloric Redfield and Blackbeard.
Blackbeard already had the Dark-Dark Fruit, and he feared that Baroloric Redfield had also obtained the Vampire Fruit.
After a moment's thought, he took out a Den Den Mushi from his pocket and dialed a familiar number.
The Den Den Mushi's face, bearing Morgans' facial features, appeared before him.
"Hello, is this Morgans?"
Jin An's tone carried a hint of ease and confidence.
A slightly nervous voice came from Morgans on the other end of the Den Den Mushi: "Jin An? Do you have any news to break?"
Jin An smiled slightly, his tone light, but full of戏谑: "I have an exclusive news item for you here, and I think you'll be very interested."
After speaking, he threw out all the information he had without reservation, weaving everything Blackbeard had done recently into a highly explosive story, along with some fabricated crimes, such as looting the Whole Cake Island and kidnapping Celestial Dragons, dumping all these bombshells on Blackbeard.
Morgans was dumbfounded on the other end of the Den Den Mushi. Although he knew that Jin An had many tricks, the extent of this slander shocked him.
"Did Blackbeard really do these things...?" Morgans asked cautiously, still holding a hint of doubt.
"Whether he did them or not is not important," Jin An said lightly, a hint of cynicism in his tone, "What matters is how many people will believe these messages after they spread."
"And... don't you think this is a good story?"
Moreover, Jin An believed that even if Blackbeard hadn't done these things, his subordinates definitely had.
This couldn't be considered falsely accusing him.
Morgans sighed helplessly. He knew he had no choice.
Jin An's news was never without purpose, and this revelation was clearly intended to stir up a storm.
What's more, this kind of explosive news was his favorite subject matter, which could greatly increase newspaper sales.
He exclaimed, "I feel like I've become a knife in your hand, Jin An."
Jin An chuckled, a sly glint flashing in his eyes.
"Don't say that, Morgans. You're just seeing the situation more clearly than others."
His tone was relaxed, as if this was just an ordinary conversation, but he was already silently planning his next move.
After hanging up the Den Den Mushi, Morgans stood by the window, looking at the sea and sky outside, a complex emotion rising in his heart.
He knew how much of a storm Jin An's revelation would cause on the sea.
And he himself had to play the key role in this dangerous game once again.
"This kind of thing should be spread through small newspapers..."
Morgans muttered to himself, the cigarette in his hand burning faster.
He decided to spread the news through gossip, which would allow it to spread quickly without leaving any evidence to implicate himself.
And he knew in his heart that this time, Blackbeard would probably fall into an unprecedented predicament.
But it was also possible to make him famous and rise to power.
Jin An stood in the distance, looking in the direction of Blackbeard, the corner of his mouth slightly raised.
He knew that Morgans would play this scene very well.
And he had already paved a thorny path for Blackbeard.
......
At this time, Blackbeard was completely unaware that a conspiracy was quietly enveloping him.
He had a vague sense of unease. That trace of killing intent was like a thorn stuck in his heart, impossible to ignore and impossible to grasp.
His eyes were gloomy, as if his entire face was shrouded in shadow.
Complex emotions churned in his heart and grew more intense. The feeling of being watched made him extremely irritable.
Once again, he used teleportation to reach the top of the temple. This was the highest point on the island, and he could have a panoramic view of the entire island.
However, even standing on this high point, his gaze sweeping across the desolate island covered in yellow sand and rubble, he still couldn't capture that trace of killing intent again.
"There's no way I could have misperceived it." Blackbeard's brow furrowed deeply, his tone revealing a coldness and absolute confidence in himself.
As a seasoned powerhouse, he had always been confident in his perception.
This inexplicable anomaly made him even more vigilant.
"It seems someone is targeting me in the dark."
Thoughts churned, his thick fingers gently caressed the weapon at his waist, as if considering how to deal with the current predicament.
Blackbeard knew that he was plotting a world-shaking plan, and any negligence could lead to failure.
The current strange situation made him feel a sense of crisis, and he knew he had to speed up his actions.
"Jie ha ha ha ha..."
He suddenly laughed loudly, his laughter echoing at the top of the temple, as if to vent the anxiety and unease in his heart.
The laughter revealed a madness and bloodthirst, as if he had foreseen the bloody storm that was about to happen.
Blackbeard looked up into the distance, his eyes flashing with ambition and coldness.
"It seems my actions need to be accelerated."
He muttered to himself, his voice filled with ruthlessness and determination.
No matter who was targeting him in the dark, he would not give the other party a chance.
Blackbeard had already decided in his heart to advance his plan at a faster pace, and would never let anyone stop him.
He stood high, overlooking the world at his feet, as if declaring his determination to dominate everything.
Above the temple, the wind and sand howled, stirring up a cloud of dust, but Blackbeard was like a motionless giant rock, letting the wind and sand sweep over him, his gaze still as cold as a knife, locked on the target in the distance.
...
