General Lanlin of One Piece

While the Navy is intensively preparing for the upcoming war, the situation in the New World is not calm either.

The territory of the Whitebeard Pirates, the island where Thachi's accident happened. On the sea outside the desert island named Thachi Island by the Whitebeard Pirates because Thachi was buried, two of the top seamen in the new world are now in full swing. Thief, we met.

In front of the huge Moby Dick, the Redfords, with its flag fluttering, slowly slowed down and approached.

The pirates of the two pirate groups could see the faces of the famous and powerful men in the new world on the other's ship.

"Welcome Captain Red-Haired Shanks!"

On the Moby Dick, a pirate shouted.

When the two world-famous pirate ships approached a certain distance, a vigorous figure jumped up from the Redfords and landed lightly on the spacious deck of the Moby Dick.

Shanks was still dressed casually.

White shirt, cropped trousers, black coat, flip-flops, with his sword Griffin hanging on his waist.

Like the last time he came, he was holding a huge wine bottle in his hand.

Shanks looked at Marco walking towards him, and for the rare moment he didn't say the mantra to invite Marco on board.

"Marco, where is Whitebeard?"

"Dad is in front."

Marco stretched out his hand to make a gesture, with a complex look on his face, and a little gratitude in his eyes, and said softly: "Redhead, thank you very much for coming to meet me. Dad... he's not in a very good mood these days. If I say anything wrong later, Please bear with us."

"Don't worry, Marco. I've always been very patient with seniors."

Shanks smiled and dragged the big wine bottle through the white group members standing on both sides.

He noticed that except for the two captains Marco and Bista, the other captains and elite members on the Moby Dick were not on the ship.

Shanks guessed that the captains must have gone to various parts of the New World to recruit the vassal pirates under the Whitebeard Pirates.

This war is no small matter, even Whitebeard must go all out.

But even if they go all out, whether Ace can be rescued from the Navy Headquarters is still unknown.

"Take off these ugly things! What do you mean by letting the enemy see it? I am the strongest man in the world, Whitebeard!"

Before Shanks could reach Whitebeard, he heard Whitebeard's loud voice from a distance.

At the same time, I saw him tearing off the infusion bottle he was carrying and reaching for the wine bottle next to him.

Around him were a group of doctors who tried hard to dissuade and persuade, as well as Bista, who looked helpless.

Seeing Shanks arriving, Bista smiled bitterly at him from a distance.

Shanks understood what he meant, deliberately stepped up his steps, and looked at the seven or eight long-legged beautiful nurses beside Whitebeard. At the same time, he joked: "Whitebeard, you are so old, and you are still recruiting people around you." Can your body handle the sight of a bunch of beauties with such stunning looks?"

The white-bearded figure who was leaning over to pick up the wine bottle paused.

Bista, who kept winking at Shanks, was stunned.

Marco, who was walking in front of Shanks and leading the way, twitched his lips and almost fell over.

"You sharp-tongued brat! Didn't Roger teach you how to talk to old-timers? You have no manners at all. Get out! Rude people are not welcome on the Moby-Dick!"

Whitebeard put down his movements of holding the wine, sat up straight, and gestured to grab the pheasant knife lying next to him.

At this moment, a blurry black shadow roared from mid-air and crashed directly into Whitebeard.

There was no trace of surprise on Whitebeard's face. He raised his hand casually and grabbed the flying wine bottle. He looked down at Shanks who had already arrived in front of him.

"What? Do you want to use wine to apologize? I won't accept this!"

Whitebeard threw the wine bottle he caught back at Shanks.

Shanks stretched out his right hand and easily grabbed the rope tied to the jug. He pulled it in the air and the thick rope tied to the mouth of the pot loosened in circles.

The wine bottle spiraled in mid-air, spilling a long stream of golden wine, and fell into a large bowl in front of Shanks without missing a drop.

The mellow aroma of wine wafted in front of Whitebeard, making him couldn't help but twitch his nose.

"Wine from the West Sea again? Red-haired kid, don't you have any fresh wine?"

"Hahaha, the wine is only strong when it comes from my hometown. I can't get enough of the wine from the West Sea in my life."

Shanks slapped the wine bottle spinning in the air. After pouring a large bowl of wine, the wine bottle spun again and flew towards Whitebeard.

Shanks sat down on the deck, picked up the filled wine bowl in front of him, and looked at Whitebeard.

"Are you sure you don't want to drink this bowl of wine? Maybe, this will be the last time we drink, Whitebeard. Just treat it as... a farewell bar."

Whitebeard, who had grabbed the jug, was about to throw the jug back again, but when he heard Shanks' words, his movements suddenly stopped.

"Redhead! What are you talking about!"

Marco and Bista's expressions changed drastically, showing angry looks, and they were about to step forward, but were stopped by Whitebeard's big hand.

Whitebeard looked at the wine in his hand and the serious-faced Shanks in front of him, and suddenly smiled happily.

"Goo la la la, gula la la la!"

"Kid, you really dare to say that, but I drank this wine!"

He grabbed the wine bottle in his hand, touched it with the wine bowl Shanks held up, and then raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

The golden wine flowed down Whitebeard's throat, and part of it spilled on his broad chest, soaking the captain's coat and trousers, but he didn't care.

After a long drink, he drank heartily and was extremely happy.

Shanks also had a smile on his face. He held the wine bowl and drank a few sips before putting down the large wine bowl in his hand.

Whitebeard drank a few swigs of the wine Shanks brought, and a bold smile appeared on his face that Marco had not seen for many days. Marco and Bista's eyes became hot and they almost shed tears.

"Marco, Bista, please step aside and let me and the redhead talk alone."

Putting down the wine bottle, Whitebeard gave Marco an order.

"Yes, Dad."

Marco cast a grateful look at Shanks, called a few doctors, and together with Bista, retreated to the bow of the Moby Dick, leaving space for the two Yonko of the New World.

Seeing Marco and others walking away, Shanks sighed, "Is the news confirmed?"

"Well, it shouldn't be wrong."

There wasn't much anger or sadness on Whitebeard's face, but his voice seemed very deep.

"Aista may have really fallen into the hands of the navy."

"What about Teach? If Ace was caught by the navy because of chasing him, what role did he play in Ace's capture? My spy in the Paradise Sea has not found him for a long time. and his Blackbeard Pirates. Just like Ace, they seem to have disappeared from this world."

Shanks frowned slightly, puzzled.

"I don't know, we have also lost his whereabouts." Whitebeard shook his head and took another sip of wine, "But that bastard Tiqi's city is too deep. He has a big plan. Maybe he is hiding it again and wants to plot something." Let’s seize a bigger goal.”