The One Piece World from Wendy

I rolled my eyes at Li Mu speechlessly for a few times, and thought about it systematically for a moment, and suddenly I felt that Li Mu's idea was not bad.

"Although the person we arranged is dead, we can actually try to contact Kizaru." The system said to Li Mu.

"Kizaru?" Li Mu asked doubtfully.

"Yes, who said that the only ones competing for the position of marshal are Aokiji and Akainu? Isn't Kizaru one of the three generals?"

"Now his strength should be said to be the strongest among the three generals. Let him compete for the marshal. Doesn't he have to win?" The more the system thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

"Well, putting all other factors aside, I think if you want Kizaru to be the marshal, he might rather retire directly and become a recruit instructor with Garp and Zefa." Li Mu curled his lips and said to the point.

"Uh..." The system was immediately speechless.

"But we can definitely get in touch." Li Mu murmured, "Let's make some arrangements."

"What are you going to do?" the system asked.

"Kizaru, as a general who will serve as marshal of the navy twice in the future and a confidant of marshal Akainu, I think it is necessary for Yu Xia to have a good relationship with him." Li Mu said with a smile.

"Arrange for Yu Xia to meet Kizaru."

*

Holy Land Mary Joa.

"No, no, no, Wulaoxing, all the fleets we sent have been wiped out!"

A navy man rushed to the five powerful old men and reported hurriedly.

Hearing this, the five old men all broke out in cold sweat.

"Are they still allowed to meet?" an old man murmured.

"Whitebeard and red hair, the oldest and strongest Yonko and the youngest Yonko, what impact will the meeting of these two have on the future pattern."

"!!!"

Suddenly, all five old men's expressions froze, and they quickly dismissed the rest of the people in the room, leaving only five old men.

"I wonder if you have any orders to give when you contact us?" The five old men knelt on one knee and asked somewhere in fear.

"........."

"Yes, I will understand."

"Please forgive me for overstepping. If you do this, you will suffer heavy losses." An old man holding a knife knelt down and asked.

"Ugh!" The sudden huge pressure seemed to crush the old man's bones. The old man holding the sword instantly fell to the ground, vomiting thick blood in pain.

"My lord, forgive me. I have overstepped my bounds." The old man holding the sword prayed loudly.

In the blink of an eye, the old man holding the sword found that he was still half-kneeling with his head lowered, and he had never seen the blood he spat on the ground again.

Cold sweat fell from his forehead. The old man holding the sword stopped talking. The other four old men were silent, as if nothing had happened.

*

Somewhere in the New World.

The huge white whale-shaped pirate ship Moby Dick and the red dragon-headed pirate ship Red Voss are approaching each other.

The red-haired man came to the deck of the Moby-Dick alone, dragging a huge wine bottle. The domineering aura he exuded invisibly stunned many of the weaker members of the Whitebeard Pirates.

"Is this the overlord's domineering spirit? It's really powerful." In the corner of the ship, Dadalia murmured, feeling the breath of the red-haired Shanks who walked in front of White Beard.

Noticing Dardalia's gaze, the red-haired man looked at Whitebeard and said, "There seems to be an extraordinary young man on board."

"That guy is not my son, he is just a guest of my Whitebeard Pirates." Whitebeard glanced at the red-haired man and said calmly.

"He's not here to fight. Go down and let us be alone for a while." Whitebeard ordered.

After waiting for the members of the Whitebeard Pirates and Dadalia to leave, the red-haired man slowly sat down cross-legged, took the wine bottle, poured himself a large bowl, and threw it to Whitebeard.

"It doesn't look like a good wine." White Beard sniffed the wine in the jug and said lightly.

"Haha, this is wine from my hometown, Xihai, brewed with the purest water." The red-haired man smiled, "Try it."

When Whitebeard heard this, he raised the wine bottle and drank heavily, not caring if the wine spilled on him.

"Not bad." Whitebeard praised.

After a while of greetings, Whitebeard looked at the red-haired man and said, "Since you are not here to fight, please explain your purpose."

"If you want to say, let me stop Ace from chasing Teach, then there's no need to say it." Whitebeard said calmly.

"Huh?!" The red-haired man was shocked when he heard this, "Do you know why I'm here?"

"I know." Whitebeard said lightly, "And I can answer you now."

"This is impossible. Teach killed his companions, which is an unforgivable death penalty on this ship." Whitebeard said solemnly.

"He will finally pay the price for what he did!"

"It seems that my purpose of this trip has not been achieved." The red-haired man lowered his eyes and said solemnly, "Although I have considered this result, I think the bigger reason is still an unknown variable."

"It must be the young man with orange hair." The red-haired man raised the wine bowl in front of him, drank the wine in one gulp, and looked at Whitebeard and confirmed.

After taking a deep look at the red-haired man, the white-bearded man took a long breath and said, "Red-haired boy, the world has undergone some big changes before us old guys knew it."

"I can't tell you much. You must have noticed it a long time ago." Whitebeard said calmly.

"...Hmm." The red-haired man responded, stood up, and slowly held the sword Griffin at his waist. Whitebeard also stretched his hand behind him.

*

Looking at the huge crack cut in the sky, Dadalia wanted to find a fight with the red hair more and more, but now he had a mission and couldn't leave, so he could only suppress the warlike heart in his heart.

"Ace should have been handed over to the navy by this time." Whitebeard noticed Dadalia walking forward.

"Probably, I haven't contacted the intelligence officer yet, but judging by the time, Blackbeard should have handed it over to the navy." Dadalia took out the device that the red hair had put away before coming, and with Marco's assistance, he Whitebeard began to fidget.

"Dad, are you planning to go to Impel Down to rob Ace and rescue Ace?" Marco asked, placing one end of the tube on the device against Whitebeard's chest.

"Our movements are constantly monitored by the Navy. Anyone who wants to rob the prison is equivalent to launching a war against the Navy." Marco frowned, "If we take direct action, it will arouse the vigilance of the Navy."

"This war is already unavoidable." Whitebeard said lightly.

"Indeed, who let the navy know the identity of Ace's father?" Dadalia agreed, "This is already a inevitable war."

When Marco heard this, he stopped talking and continued to tinker with the device with Dadalia.

On the other side, the red-haired pirates were leaving.

"Something is wrong. Whitebeard's physical condition has not deteriorated, but is getting better and better." The red-haired man thought deeply as he recalled the sword fight with Whitebeard.

"Are there too many uncontrollable variables?" Beckman frowned.

"I hope it's a good change." The red-haired man shook his head helplessly.

*

(speaking)

As I said before, the wrong timeline here would be wrong.