One of the pirate swords splits the new world

76Whitebeard’s Invitation

Ryan walked out of the divination room. He had already predicted the results of the divination.

As a time traveler, there is nothing surprising about jumping out of destiny. If Charlie could predict his future, then maybe Ryan would be terrified.

Ryan led the guards out of the Fishman Cafe, but was blocked by a fishman.

"Mr. Lane, our boss wants to see you."

The fishman directly stated his intention.

Boss?

Ryan looked puzzled, "Who is your boss..."

The fish man replied: "Our boss is Namuel, the captain of the eighth division of the Whitebeard Pirates."

As soon as the fishman said it, Ryan was impressed. Namer, the captain of the Eighth Division of the Whitebeard Pirates, is a blue-skinned shark murloc wearing a T-shirt with the number "8" tattooed on his face.

What is he doing to himself?

Forget it, just go and see him and you will know.

After making up his mind, Ryan said to the fishman: "Lead the way."

The fishman took the order, turned around and led Ryan towards the direction of Fishman Street.

Ryan walked into Fishman Street, which was filled with an unpleasant fishy smell. Ryan almost vomited out his lunch. He resisted the desire to vomit and held his breath, which made him feel better.

The fishman took him to a house with a yard and stopped. He stepped aside and said respectfully to Ryan: "The boss is waiting for you inside."

Ryan crossed the threshold and entered the courtyard, and then saw Namier sitting in the courtyard.

When Namier saw Ryan, he stood up hurriedly, stepped forward and stretched out his right hand, "Mr. Ryan, thank you for saving my compatriots."

Ryan stretched out his right hand and shook it. He noticed that Namur's right hand was exerting force.

what happened. Why is this guy working so hard? Could it be that saying thank you is actually looking for trouble?

Okay, since you want to find trouble, I'm not welcome.

As a result, Ryan's right hand also began to exert force. The two people felt the power coming from each other's palms, and then they continued to increase their strength in unison.

Thirty percent force, forty percent force, fifty percent force...

Slowly, the two people felt more and more power put into each other, and they couldn't help but feel the desire to compete with each other.

The muscles on their arms began to bulge, and then the veins on the muscles stood out on the skin.

Both of them had tried their best.

As a superman with abilities far beyond those of ordinary people, Ryan is so powerful after hard training.

But the strength of the fishman is indeed 10 times that of ordinary people. In addition, Namuel has obviously undergone hard training, and his strength is not inferior to Ryan.

The two of them were in a stalemate like this. At this time, no one dared to withdraw their strength first, otherwise they would definitely be pinched by the huge force of the other's hand.

Ryan's face turned red and sweat began to form on his forehead. He estimated that the other party was similar to him. But because he is a fishman, his performance is not obvious.

But Ryan won't give in easily. On the other side, Namier was speechless as the situation was developing beyond his control.

He originally just wanted to test whether Ryan was just the famous wax head with a silver gun.

It turned out that in terms of strength, Ryan Guang was not inferior to himself, not to mention that the other party was a swordsman.

But now that he is at odds with him, both parties cannot get off the ground.

This is very embarrassing.

But in the end, it was Namuel who asked for peace first. After all, he was the one who invited the people over. It would be too rude to continue the stalemate like this.

"I said, persisting like this is not an option. I'll count to three and let's let go together?"

Ryan didn't want to continue the stalemate and nodded, "Okay."

"three"

"two"

"One"

"Let go!" The two of them removed their strength at the same time, and quickly separated their hands. The two of them covered their right arms with their left hands at the same time and looked at each other.

Ryan shook his sore right hand.

Namuel was still thinking about how to explain to Ryan that the development of the matter was beyond his expectation. Instead, Ryan looked unhappy and said:

"Mr. Namier, you invited me here just to test my skills."

Namuel had received orders from Whitebeard and wanted to recruit him into the group, and Ryan was also a great benefactor of Fish-Man Island. The current misunderstanding made Namuel a little anxious.

But with his IQ, he wanted to explain in his mind, but he couldn't speak clearly, so he could only wave his hands anxiously.

"No, no, it's not like that."

Ryan also saw that Namuel didn't seem to be what he thought.

Ryan put away his vigilant posture and said, "Oh, forget it. Don't be in a hurry, just speak slowly."

Namuel shut up, organized his words carefully, and then said to Ryan:

"Sorry, our dad heard about your deeds and thought you were very good, so he wanted to invite you to join the Whitebeard Pirates.

Therefore, I just wanted to test your strength. How rude. "

With that said, Namier also bowed to Ryan.

"Dad? Whitebeard? He wants to invite me to join the Whitebeard Pirates?"

Namuel's words stunned Ryan for a moment. He never expected that he would be favored by Whitebeard.

Namuel nodded.

Ryan saw that his expression was sincere, not like he was lying.

It seems to be true, Ryan thought to himself.

However, Ryan doesn’t want to be a pirate. Although he is still wanted, once he is defined as a pirate, his image in the eyes of the world changes from a hero who saves people in distress to a madman who dares to attack Mariejoia. After all, pirates are not good people in the eyes of most people.

Whitebeard is even described as an evil spirit who can stop children from crying at night.

Ryan didn't want his hard-earned reputation to go down the drain.

Therefore, he decisively refused, "Sorry, I can't accept your kindness because I also have my own unfinished business."

Namier was stunned. He didn't expect Ryan to reject the Whitebeard Pirates' invitation so decisively.

This is Whitebeard. The emperor of the sea, the strongest man in the world, faced with his solicitation, Ryan actually refused.

Of course Ryan would not agree to Whitebeard's invitation. Besides, his own crew members don't have very good senses for most pirates.

If Arya hadn't had a relationship with Shaqi and Rayleigh, she would probably be even more disgusted with pirates.

Therefore, Ryan refused quite simply.

However, Namuel had obviously received Whitebeard's instruction and wanted to try it again, "Why don't you think about it? After all, our dad admires you very much."

Ryan shook his head, "No, please convey my gratitude to Whitebeard for me."

After saying that, Ryan turned and left the yard.

Namier stood there, wondering whether it was because of his rude behavior today that led Ryan to reject Whitebeard's invitation.

If this is the case, then your responsibility will be greater.

But now that Ryan has left, it is impossible for Muir to chase him back. He can only report to Whitebeard first.

He took out a phone bug from his pocket and dialed White Beard's number. Soon the phone bug's face turned into that of White Beard, with a crescent-shaped beard on his lips.

"Dad, it's me, Namuel."

Then, Whitebeard's rough voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Oh, Namur. My son, what do you want from me?"

"Dad, I met Neward Lane on Fish-Man Island today."

"What? Did he agree to join the Whitebeard Pirates?"

Whitebeard took it for granted that Ryan would not refuse his solicitation.

But Namuel's answer was beyond his expectation. "No, Dad, he said no."

Then, Namier informed Whitebeard of today's events.

Whitebeard laughed heartily after hearing this.

"In that case, let's forget it."

Namuel was surprised by Whitebeard's reaction, "Dad, don't you blame me for messing up?"

The white-bearded man on the other end of the phone said warmly: "I just messed up things. There is nothing to blame. You are my beloved son."