Whisky Peak.
This place was known as the graveyard of pirates.
The mountains beside it looked like cacti from a distance. After all, they were covered in spikes.
Unfortunately, those "spikes" were actually the gravestones of pirates.
During this period, many people had gathered here.
There were bounty hunters, mafia members, pirates, and all sorts of others.
Strangely, these people had not started fighting. Instead, they seemed to be getting along quite well.
Their purpose in gathering was to wait for one group.
That group not only had terrifyingly high bounties, but also countless treasures aboard their ship.
Most importantly, Devil Fruits.
The whole sea knew that man had many Devil Fruits in his hands, and all of them were good ones.
Just look at the people on his ship.
Mythical Zoans, Ancient Zoans, Paramecia users.
The sea also knew that the man definitely still had more.
At this moment, in a corner, a man with hair shaped like the number "3" watched the surroundings.
He wore a short-sleeved blue-and-white striped shirt on his upper body, with a purple-red bow tie. His lower body was covered by beige pants.
"Mr. 3, are we really not joining forces with them? You know that group won't be easy to deal with."
Beside him, a man dressed like a rock singer spoke up and asked.
The man called Mr. 3 shook his head and drank the coffee in his hand.
"There's no need to join forces. These people are all rather powerful. Each of them has an impressive presence.
"Let them take the lead first. If they can wear that group down, all the better. If things look wrong, we leave immediately."
Beside him stood a tall woman with short blond hair, black eyes, a yellow hat, and lemon-slice earrings.
She wore a yellow short dress patterned with lemon slices, white high heels, white gloves, and held a yellow-and-blue striped parasol.
She looked at him and said, "Mr. 3, didn't the boss tell us to put in our best effort?"
"Heh."
Mr. 3 sneered.
"That man has a bounty of four billion berries. How could he be simple? Let's first see if these people can create any value.
"The boss also said that if things go wrong, we can abandon this mission. After all, the target this time is that great figure."
The man and woman both nodded.
In any case, there would be no punishment if this mission failed.
They had only been sent here to see whether there was any chance to make a move.
Among the crowd was a strong man wearing a wrestler's mask. He had long purple hair and a champion's gold belt around his waist, with a bird totem in the middle.
The large man looked around, found an empty place, and sat down, thinking to himself.
Perhaps because this guy was huge and looked difficult to provoke, no one approached him.
This person was White Ghost's target this time.
Jesus Burgess.
Originally, when White Ghost entered the Four Seas, he had wanted to take Burgess away. Unfortunately, this guy was very good at running. Back then, he had been too far away, so White Ghost gave up.
He had planned to find him later after entering the Grand Line.
White Ghost had not expected this guy to voluntarily approach his side this time.
After Morgans gave him the information, White Ghost and the others immediately rushed here.
Burgess listened to the discussions around him with disdain in his heart.
That man was called the fifth Emperor and had a bounty of four billion berries.
Could these random cats and dogs take him down?
And just look at that man's crew. Which one of them wasn't an expert?
They had killed countless people across the Four Seas and even slaughtered a country.
Even the three Admirals together had failed to take him down. Yet these useless fools wanted to capture him?
Burgess had no hope at all for these people.
He also had no intention of joining them.
He had come this time to see whether he could board that great figure's ship.
If he could join, that would be best.
That great figure was not stingy either. He would definitely reward him with a Devil Fruit.
The premise was that Burgess had to perform well.
He had heard that the man did not want small fries. He only recruited elites.
Burgess wanted to try.
Although he was not too strong yet, he believed he had some ability. That great figure should be able to see his worth, right?
"Alright."
A bearded pirate captain slapped the table and looked at the surrounding people.
"It's too early to start dividing that group's things now. We haven't even taken them down yet. What's the point of arguing here?"
The others glanced at him.
You were the one arguing the hardest, weren't you?
If not for your appetite being too big, would we have argued with you?
The bearded pirate captain was very satisfied with the effect he had created. He looked at the people around him and said,
"We'll do as I said earlier. After those people come down, we'll entertain them warmly.
"Once they eat the drugged food, everyone attacks together."
The surrounding people all nodded.
After all, that group was powerful. If they did not use some methods, they might not even take down one of them.
The bearded pirate captain looked at the people around him and helplessly slapped his forehead.
"Put away those expressions. With faces like that, anyone can tell you're looking for trouble. How are we supposed to trap them?"
The crowd immediately grew awkward.
Their side looked fierce and vicious one by one. Anyone could tell at a glance that they were here to cause trouble. If the other side attacked immediately, that would be ridiculous.
One large man scratched his head.
"Uh, I was born with this face."
The bearded captain looked over, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Damn it, this person was poison.
The expression on his face practically screamed, I am not a good person.
Helpless, the bearded captain waved his hand.
"When the time comes, hide in the back. Come out after we start fighting. Don't let the target see your face and attack right away."
The others began preparing one after another.
They arranged food, hung banners, and forced smiles onto their faces.
It looked like a scene welcoming White Ghost's group.
Burgess watched this and sneered.
He wondered whether he should warn that great figure first and earn a little credit.
The three members of Baroque Works put on black robes and hid to the side.
They also did not have much faith in these people's methods.
So they covered themselves in the back to avoid being recognized. If that happened, things would become troublesome.
A Marine undercover agent hiding in the distance reported this information upward.
Sengoku mocked it directly.
"If that would work, that group would already have been taken down long ago."
He ordered the undercover agent to retreat immediately and ignore these suicidal fools.
In Sengoku's view, a massacre was about to happen there.
A one-sided massacre.
It was better to let the undercover agent leave early. After all, the Navy and that man had completely torn off all pretense now.
"They're here!"
Someone shouted.
That voice instantly drew everyone's attention, and they all looked toward the sea.
At the edge of their vision, a mighty ship slowly sailed over.
The ferocious golden dragon head at the bow represented that man's identity.
Everyone held their breath.
They all knew the big one had arrived.
Whether they could soar into the sky depended on this chance.
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