At Red Port, the battle here had already ended.
Jinbe and the others' purpose in coming here was to escort the Slaves liberated by Tiger away from this place.
There were already many Marine warships docked at Red Port, as well as ships prepared by the Revolutionary Army, and most of the Slaves had already been transported.
Amidst the dull thud of the ship's hull colliding with the dock, Jinbe's broad, blue hand caressed the helm.
Arlong was directing the Fishmen to send the last batch of Slaves onto the deck, his serrated nose gleaming coldly in the Moonlight:
He kicked a wooden box forcefully:
"Why are we still saving these humans?"
"That's enough, Arlong."
Jinbe's voice was as deep as an undercurrent in the deep sea:
"This is what Big Brother Tiger wants; Slaves have no distinction of race."
Arlong muttered something under his breath, but it was carried away by the sea breeze.
Jinbe also had no intention of debating with Arlong and turned to look at Belo Betty nearby.
One of her shoulders drooped, the bloodstains on it already beginning to congeal, and traces of wiped blood still remained at the corner of her mouth.
"Are you really not coming with us?"
Three vertical lines creased Tiger's brow:
"Your injuries are not light, and Mary Geoise right now is a furnace..."
"That's why I need to add more fuel to the fire!"
Belo Betty seemed oblivious to the pain, raising her uninjured hand to lift a water bottle, her hair brushing against the scabbing corner of her mouth:
"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile."
"What's more, my Devil Fruit ability can provide great help to the battlefield."
As soon as she finished speaking, Betty plunged the morale flag into a crack in the dock, and a crimson halo rippled outwards.
The Slaves on the deck who were previously injured suddenly found that their wounds no longer stung, as if they had an inexhaustible amount of strength.
"Hurry and go."
Betty waved her hand:
"Your Captain might return at any time; aren't you still going to meet him?"
"Thank you."
Jinbe nodded solemnly, fumbled around his body, and threw a shell with a rough carving unique to Fishmen towards Betty:
"I will always remember the experience of fighting alongside you today."
After speaking, Jinbe began to direct the crew to leave the dock.
In their original plan, the Revolutionary Army did not exist.
And Fisher Tiger, as the source of all chaos, would find it very difficult to leave via the elevator.
Moreover, once he took the same route as the Slaves, the pursuing guards would inevitably go all out.
So he decided to climb down the Red Line, simultaneously drawing away a large portion of the guards to help the Slaves create an opportunity to escape.
Now the plan had been completely disrupted, but Jinbe and the others had no means to contact Tiger, so they could only go to the agreed-upon location and wait.
By the time the Sun Pirates' ship became a Blake speck on the horizon, all the Slaves had left Red Port.
Betty put a large bandage on her shoulder, then collapsed amidst a pile of ruins.
She was, after all, no match for an Admiral and had sustained many injuries.
She had to recover her strength as quickly as possible now to go to Mary Geoise and support the others.
Just then, a creaking sound rang out beside Betty.
She turned to look, and her eyes widened instantly.
An air door appeared out of nowhere, and Blake, with Ginny in his arms and Stella following behind him, emerged from inside the door.
"Sister Ginny!"
Betty struggled to get up, looking warily at Blake.
Ginny was equally shocked; she hadn't expected Blake's "find a companion" to be Betty.
Seeing her current appearance, she had clearly gone through a cruel battle.
In just a moment, Ginny reacted and shouted loudly to Betty:
"Run! Betty, run!"
Although she was unclear about Blake's strength, she knew his character very well.
If he wasn't completely confident, Blake would certainly not appear before Betty without even a guard.
Coupled with Betty's obvious injuries, with one side weakened and the other strengthened, her chances of winning were close to zero.
"Good evening, Miss Belo Betty."
Blake seemed indifferent to Ginny's warning, only tightening his arm around her hand slightly:
"I hope my Slave didn't disturb you."
Seeing Ginny's trembling body, Betty instantly remembered the voice she heard on the transponder snail that day:
"It's you?! Hilbert Blake!"
"You should call me Saint Blake."
Blake corrected him, then smiled:
"It's truly gratifying to see that your injuries are not serious."
"Stop being so hypocritical!"
Betty grabbed the battle flag beside her:
"What exactly do you want to do?"
"Nothing much."
Blake shrugged:
"I just want to see how far you all can go."
"Now it seems Dragon and the others are doing quite well; I even hope his plan goes more smoothly."
Betty's face changed dramatically, shocked speechless:
"All of this is your conspiracy? You deliberately lured us to attack Mary Geoise?!"
She looked at Ginny incredulously, but the latter lowered her head in shame.
Ginny felt that if she had realized all this sooner, she might have been able to prevent the Revolutionary Army's current operation.
Betty also felt a surge of regret.
At the Revolutionary Army meeting that day, although all the cadres believed it was a good opportunity, she was the most emotional one.
If she had been a little calmer then, perhaps the situation would have been very different.
Blake chuckled:
"To be honest, I didn't expect you all to fall for it so easily."
"Originally, I had prepared other methods."
He lifted Ginny's chin, gently wiped away the tears on her face, then pinched it casually before continuing:
"Usually, if intelligence comes too easily, it's a trap."
"The leader clearly already sensed something was wrong..."
Betty clenched her fists, glaring at Blake; she knew now was not the time for regret:
"What do you want to do by telling me all this now?"
Blake released Ginny from his arms and walked towards Betty:
"I just felt that Ginny being here with me alone was too lonely."
He walked in front of Betty:
"Don't you Revolutionary Army members value unity the most?"
"I want you to keep her company."
"Besides, I also don't want such a beautiful woman like you to die in Mary Geoise."
As he spoke, Blake reached out, attempting to caress her cheek.
Whoosh!
Betty pulled her battle flag from the ground, condensing all her Armament Haki to a single point, and thrust it fiercely towards Blake's chest.
With a clang, Blake didn't dodge, his palm already pressed against Betty's face.
Betty's expression instantly became very colorful, she didn't even care about Blake taking advantage of her.
Unbelievable! Incomprehensible!
Even though she wasn't at her peak, this full-powered strike couldn't even leave a mark on him?!
Blake exerted a little force, pinching Betty's face:
"Stop messing around!"