Upon hearing this, the messenger saluted with a serious expression and then withdrew.
At this moment, Garp, standing behind Sengoku, showed a look of solemnity in his eyes.
"Are you sure about this, Smoker? He's not someone who will just give up easily."
Sengoku sighed at his words.
"We'll deal with future matters later. Let's go out and welcome our hero."
With that, Sengoku put on his clothes, donned his Marine hat, and walked out.
Compared to Sengoku, Garp was much simpler.
He just put on his cloak and followed him out.
At this moment, over a dozen photographers, hidden in the shadows and ready in position, held their cameras, ready to snap pictures at any moment.
Some hid behind the city walls, while others blended into the Marine welcoming party. They were completely out of sight.
But when Sengoku reached the drawbridge and saw Smoker, his eyes widened, and his mouth hung slightly open.
"What, what is this situation?!"
The dozen or so photographers mixed in with the Marines also showed shock to varying degrees.
"What in the world is this guy in front of us?!"
At this moment, Smoker's entire body was enveloped in smoke.
Except for his two hands, which could still be vaguely seen, the rest of his body was hidden by the smoke.
Seeing the shock of everyone in front of him, Smoker was quite disdainful.
The four cigars he held in his mouth continued to exhale smoke.
The surrounding crowd coughed uncontrollably from the fumes.
"Hey, Fleet Admiral, I've brought you the prisoner you wanted."
Hearing this, Sengoku's face was filled with dark lines, and he gritted his teeth.
"We can't photograph anything like this!"
The photographers hidden in various spots also cried out in surprise.
Garp, standing behind Sengoku, struggled to stifle his laughter, tears streaming from his eyes.
He secretly gave Smoker a thumbs-up. This kind of trick was probably something only Smoker could think of.
Even Crocodile, who was brought in with him, showed a look of solemnity in his eyes.
What in the world was this guy up to?
...
In the New World, on the high seas.
The clash between Whitebeard and Red-Haired Shanks had ended, and the surrounding sea finally began to calm down.
However, the pirates of Whitebeard's crew, who had fainted from the impact, were not so lucky.
They were all foaming at the mouth and lying on the ship, looking like they might die at any moment.
Seeing this, Marco sighed and then, one by one, pulled them into the ship's cabin.
Meanwhile, Whitebeard and Shanks were drinking heartily and passionately.
Whitebeard laughed heartily, wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, and said:
"It's been a long time since I've had this much fun. Your strength has grown a lot these past few years."
As he spoke, Whitebeard seemed to remember something and asked:
"By the way, the little red-nosed kid who used to be with you all the time, did he not come with you?"
"That guy was quite interesting."
Hearing this, Shanks took a big gulp of wine, a look of longing on his face.
"You mean Buggy. I invited him to come with me back then, but that arrogant guy said he wanted to start his own pirate crew. He's probably sailing the seas somewhere now."
As he spoke, Shanks couldn't help but laugh.
"Speaking of which, that guy must be doing pretty well, because he's super lucky."
Whitebeard didn't reply to Shanks's rambling and instead fixed his gaze on Shanks's severed arm.
"Is there anyone on this sea who could take an arm from you?"
Hearing this, Shanks's smile slowly disappeared. He then covered his severed arm with a serious expression and said:
"Don't worry about that. I bet it on the New World..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a hint of impatience appeared in Whitebeard's eyes.
"It's rare for something to require you, Shanks, to bet an arm."
"Let's get to the point. I don't have the energy to waste with you."
Hearing this, Shanks took a large gulp of wine and then stated the reason for his visit.
"The reason for my visit is very simple: I hope you will stop Ace!"
Upon hearing this, a solemn expression appeared in Whitebeard's eyes.
"Now, now, kid, you're saying something that leaves me completely confused."
Hearing this, Shanks directly used two fingers to point at the three scars on his eyes.
"That guy Teach is definitely not as simple as you think."
It was hard to say, but Whitebeard's expression grew worse and worse. He then sat up straight and looked down at Shanks.
"So?!"
The simple three words put immense pressure on Shanks.
Shanks mustered up a great deal of courage, then stood up and gritted his teeth, saying:
"So, Ace is in danger!"
As soon as he said this, Whitebeard inexplicably felt a surge of anger.
Of course, he wasn't angry that Red-Haired Shanks underestimated his son.
Instead, there was a strange sense of worry in his heart.
Why would Red-Haired Shanks care about Ace out of the blue?
Did he already know that Ace was Roger's son?
He didn't want anyone else to know about this matter.
Because the fewer people who knew, the more secure Ace's safety would be.
To be honest, he increasingly couldn't understand Shanks these past few years.
Shanks was a person of what kind, he had no idea.
With this thought in mind, Whitebeard took a deep breath and said:
"Is it for such a trivial reason that you would kill my son on my ship and then get away with it?"
"My son wants to avenge his brother, what's wrong with that!"
"Kid, don't be so arrogant. You have no right to interfere in my family matters!"
With that, Whitebeard stood up. The needle that had just been inserted in him broke again.
The next second, Whitebeard waved his large hand.
"Show him out!"
These two simple words clearly stated Whitebeard's stance.
Shanks slowly stood up and then turned around.
"Although I shouldn't meddle, I still have to say, Ace is just too young after all."
After speaking, Shanks slowly descended from Whitebeard's ship and returned to his own.
Soon, they sailed away from Whitebeard's territory.
At this moment, dozens of Marine warships surrounding the area breathed a sigh of relief and slowly retreated.
A potential world-shattering war had thus vanished into thin air.
After Red-Haired Shanks left, Whitebeard gasped for air.
The anger in his eyes was completely unhidden.
At this moment, Marco, who had settled down the Whitebeard Pirates, came out of the cabin.
"Dad, there's no need to be so angry. I think what Red-Haired Shanks said makes sense."
Hearing this, Whitebeard became even more furious. He clenched his fists, and his muscles bulged.
"Do you think you know why I'm angry? It's precisely because what he said makes sense that I'm angry."
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