One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 296: The Emperor-level Emperor Moves to the Red-Haired Base!

The sea breeze is blowing.

The atmosphere on the deck was extremely awkward.

Shanks' hand froze in mid-air.

The gazes around him were like needles, pricking him repeatedly.

The Whitebeard's line, "I've forgotten you," is like a blunt knife.

It pierced his heart again and again.

"call……"

Shanks closed his eyes.

His chest heaved violently.

Inhale.

Exhale.

He was undergoing self-hypnosis

He is one of the Four Emperors.

He is the most prestigious man in this sea.

You can't argue with a 70-year-old man over trivial matters.

We shouldn't stoop to the level of a baby-bragging maniac who just recognized his "divine son."

Value dropped.

A few seconds later.

Shanks suddenly opened his eyes.

Calm yourself down!

He reached out and straightened his collar, which had been ruffled by the sea breeze.

He then patted off non-existent dust from his white shirt.

The movements were elegant and composed.

That furious red-haired guy wasn't him.

"Alright, old man."

Shanks' voice deepened, carrying a barely perceptible weariness, but more so, earnestness.

He looked up and scanned the surrounding sea.

The sea is churning.

"This is not the place to talk."

Shanks withdrew his gaze and looked at Whitebeard with a serious expression.

"and……"

He glanced at Chen Ye, who stood calmly behind the white-bearded man.

"Some things need to be discussed in a quiet place, sitting down and talking."

The white-bearded man's eyebrows twitched.

Looking down at Shanks.

The look in his eyes when he sees the unfortunate kid next door is still there, but now there's a stronger, more tacit understanding between them.

He knew it too.

The conversation that follows is very important.

This place is indeed not suitable.

Shanks raised his hand and pointed southeast.

"Let's go to our base."

"It's not far from here, about a half-day flight."

"One of the Red-Haired Pirates' secret bases in the New World, absolutely safe."

At this point, Shanks paused, a pirate-like, carefree smile on his face.

"Most importantly, there's the best wine and mountains of meat."

"How about it, Edward Newgate? Want to come over to my turf for a drink?"

Provocation tactic.

Very clumsy.

But it works very well on white beards.

"Guralalalalala!"

The white-bearded man laughed loudly, shaking the deck.

He casually tossed the empty wine jug in his hand, displaying a bold and unrestrained spirit.

"Kid, do you think you can underestimate me?"

"There's no place on this sea I wouldn't dare go!"

"You're the landlord, so we'll do as you say!"

Whitebeard suddenly turned around, slamming his greatsword "Murakumogiri" heavily onto the deck.

"My lords!"

The sound was like thunder.

"Weigh anchor! Turn the rudder!"

"Get on the red-haired brat's ship!"

"Go to their territory, drink all their wine! Eat all their meat! Glug glug glug!"

"Oh, oh, oh!"

On the Moby Dick, the members of the Whitebeard Pirates cheered, brandishing their weapons.

The excitement of a wild beast being released from its cage.

Visiting the territory of the Four Emperors?

Just thinking about it gets my blood pumping.

……

The two legendary behemoths moved.

The Red Fox led the way, its red dragon head breaking through the waves like a burning fire.

The Moby Dick followed behind, its white whale-like body towering like a mountain, a moving fortress.

Two Emperor-class pirate ships.

One in front of the other.

Two huge white trails were drawn across the sea that had just calmed down.

The sea breeze was blowing.

The sails were full and taut like a bow.

During the voyage, the two ships came very close together.

They were so close that the crew members on both sides could see each other's stubble across the sea.

The atmosphere was subtle.

There was no tense, murderous atmosphere, nor was there a complete lapse in vigilance.

This is a mutual respect between top-tier experts.

Of course, most of the time it was just teasing each other.

"Hey! You pineapple head!"

On the red-haired ship, Lucky Roux was gnawing on a huge piece of meat with bones, his mouth dripping with oil, and he was shouting at Marco across from him.

"I heard the food in your Whitebeard Gang is pretty good?"

"When we get to the island, how about we have a contest to see who can eat the most?"

"The loser leaves their underwear behind!"

On the gunwale of the Moby Dick.

Marco had droopy, lifeless eyes, looking like he hadn't woken up yet.

He glanced lazily at Raki Loo and yawned.

"Spare me, fat man."

"I'm not interested in your underwear."

"but……"

Marco's fingertips ignited with a wisp of blue-green regenerative flame, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"If it's a drinking contest, I can give you a handicap."

"Huh? Give me one hand?"

Before Raki Lu could speak, Yasopp, who was standing next to him, couldn't hold back any longer.

He wiped his sniper rifle, tossed his long hair back, and whistled at Vista, the "Foil" on the opposite side.

"Hey, you're the one with dual swords."

"I've heard your swordsmanship can make flower petals dance?"

"Really? Is it some kind of magic trick?"

"Want me to accompany you with bullets?"

Bista gracefully stroked his two curved mustaches.

He bowed slightly, giving a standard gentlemanly bow, his smile playful.

"Yosbumi, your mouth is faster than your gun."

"I hope you can drink just as well at the banquet later."

"Don't spit on your long hair, that's too inelegant."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Laughter erupted from both ships.

The sea breeze carried these rough yet friendly shouts into the waves.

This is the romance of pirates.

It is also the composure of the strong.

Only those who stand at the top have the right to put the shadow of war behind them and tease each other like old friends.

Chenye stood on the whale's head of the Moby Dick.

He had his hands in his pockets, and his black trench coat fluttered in the wind.

He didn't participate in those pointless shouting.

He was looking at the sea.

I'm also looking at the Red Fosse in front of me.

On that ship, an aura was constantly locked onto him.

It's Ben Beckman.

The man, known as having the highest IQ, always sat in the shadows at the stern of the ship.

He never lets go of his gun, and he never lets go of his cigarette.

His eyes were like an eagle's, fixed intently on Chen Ye's every move.

Chen Ye didn't care at all.

He even raised his hand at Beckman, making a "please smoke" gesture.

Beckman remained expressionless, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and exhaled a cloud of gray smoke.

……