C611 The Final Encirclement

"Surrender under the feet of the strong for the sake of survival?" Rayleigh looked at the newspaper in his hand and couldn't help but mutter.

Under the cover of the glasses, a dim light flashed in his turbid eyes.

Finally, he clenched the newspaper and sighed. "Whitebeard, you are still the same. You do not admit the passing of time at all."

"Haha, it is not that I do not admit it