Pirates: I am a daddy's girl in the White Group

The next afternoon.

On the deck of the Moby Dick, crew members gathered in twos and threes. They seemed to have things to do, but in fact they were all small things that could be done at any time.

The tall figure with white beard sat in the center of the deck, holding a wine jug in his hand.

Daiwei leaned on Yamato's soft belly, lazily basking in the sun.

The beastly Yamato swung his tail, creating gusts of breeze.

Marco, Joz, and Thatch were sitting aside playing cards.

It is in this sparse, ordinary yet undercurrent atmosphere...the Red Hair Pirates are approaching.

"Ou Yaji! Ou Yaji! Red Hair said he wants to see you!"

A trainee crew member came to Whitebeard.

"Let him come over." Whitebeard raised his head and took a sip of wine. His golden pupils looked at the ship opposite. "That kid should have brought some good wine."

"Welcome!! Captain Red Hair Shanks!!"

"A three, the red-haired guy is coming over." Joz plays his cards.

"No... Oh, this is really troublesome." Marco stood up and shouted to the pirates on the Moby Dick: "Hey! Young men, go in. Your bodies can't take it!"

"Baka! You don't even want a three! Joz is a 'marine'!" Thatch obviously didn't care much about this atmosphere and even had the mind to complain.

"Ah? What do you mean your body can't take it?" The young pirate obviously couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence and asked.

"Don't ask so many questions, just go in quickly." Marco pointed to the cabin, but before he finished speaking, a gust of wind swept over.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!", this is the sound of pirates falling one after another.

"Alas, it's too late." Marco sighed helplessly and turned to look at the pirates lying on the ground.

"Don't worry, he just fainted." He comforted the remaining panicked pirates and shook his head: "We can't help it, the trainee crew is still too young."

"Da! Da!", the footsteps gradually approached, and the air pressure became increasingly low.

"With my half-baked psychological endurance, I can't stay sober in front of that man." Joz crossed his arms and turned to look at the approaching figure.

"After all, it's the most powerful Haki in the world." Shaking the cards in his hand, Thatch looked nonchalant.

There was a sound of shattering from the railings, as if the release of the Domineering Haki had caused substantial damage to them.

Dawei narrowed her eyes but said nothing. She knew that this was the home court of the two captains.

"Don't bother with that, Mr. Newgate. You're showing off your power as soon as you get on the ship." Shanks stood in front of Whitebeard and gave a seemingly friendly smile.

"When I see this face of yours, I start to get angry, you red-haired kid on Roger's ship." After taking a sip of wine, Whitebeard looked at Shanks, and there was no emotion in his tone.

"Hey! Red Hair! Don't go too far! What have you done?" Marco crossed his arms and spoke dissatisfiedly, surrounded by trainee pirates lying on the ground.

"Oh, it's Marco from the First Division. Do you want to come over to our side? By the way." Shanks turned his head to look for a white figure and soon locked onto Devi who was leaning on Yamato.

"With Devi-chan, and the one behind is a white lion, so cool! Let's go together!"

“What a rude guy!” Yamato swung his tail with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Hmph...", Daiwei gave an ambiguous laugh and did not respond.

A domineering aura rose from Whitebeard's body and pressed down on Shanks in front of him. Whitebeard was dissatisfied.

"Oh, I'm so happy to see Devi and Marco, I forgot I came here for something important." Shanks smiled as if nothing had happened and pushed the wine jug in his hand forward. The huge wine jug was almost as tall as him.

"I have brought some good wine, and have something to discuss with you, Mr. Newgate."

"If you just want to discuss something, that's fine." Whitebeard waved his hand, motioning Joz and the others to go down.

Yamato swung his tail and followed Joz and the others back to the cabin. Dewi stood up and stretched, then turned around and collapsed on Zeus again, leaning against Whitebeard and watching the scene with interest.

The Riddler Red-Haired Shanks comes to visit, what does he have to say?

Raising his hand to take the wine flask thrown by Shanks, Whitebeard put it under his nose and sniffed it, "It's not a rare commodity."

Picking up the huge wine bowl in front of him, Shanks had a nostalgic smile on his face: "This is the wine from my hometown... Where's Devi-chan, do you want some?"

"Gulala...", Daiwei did not respond. White Beard laughed and tilted his head back to take a gulp.

As if because he tasted the good wine, Whitebeard's tone began to slow down.

"Roger...I really miss it. It was 22 years ago."

"You have made a name for yourself, you trainee kid on Roger's ship. Roger and I often had conflicts back then, and I remembered you guys after a few incidents."

"At that time, there was a little kid with a red nose next to Red Hair, who shouted that he wanted to dye his beard red." Looking sideways at Davi, there was a hint of smile in the white-bearded man's eyes.

"Gulala, why didn't that funny little red-nosed devil come with you? Is he dead?"

"Bucky...I haven't seen that guy for a long time." The red-haired man took a sip of wine with a nostalgic look on his face. "Since the captain died, we have parted ways."

"It was just a blink of an eye for me. I'm more curious about how a person like you lost your left arm in the East China Sea?" White Beard narrowed his eyes with a hint of inquiry in his expression.

"This..." Shanks's hand covered his broken arm, and he seemed to mutter, "I bet it on... the New Era."

"As long as you don't regret it."

"So, what I'm going to say next is very important." Shanks suddenly raised his head, his expression no longer serious.

"As a pirate, I have scars of all sizes on my body. After so much time, only this scar still hurts." Shanks stretched out his hand and pointed to the three scars on his left eye.

"This is not a serious injury from a strong person. The one who left this scar on me was your son, Blackbeard Teach!"

The relaxed atmosphere just now disappeared. Whitebeard and Devi narrowed their eyes at the same time, with serious expressions, waiting for Shanks' next words.

"I'm not underestimating the enemy. Blackbeard Teach is definitely an ambitious guy. He has been hiding his abilities and lurking under your command for many years. He is definitely not someone that Ace can deal with now!"

"Please recall Ace! This is my only request!"

As Shanks finished his words, the air pressure at the scene reached its lowest point.

The originally clear sky was gradually replaced by rolling dark clouds.

There seemed to be a sound of electric current jumping on the silent deck. Looking closely, Zeus under Davi had turned into a dark thundercloud at some point.

"Gulala la la...", Whitebeard laughed in anger, his dark golden pupils gradually filled with rage.

The dark clouds began to roar and the water in the wine bowl began to jump, as if something was oppressing him.

Shanks, who was suppressed by the two domineering auras, did not show any cowardice, but his eyes became more determined.

"Everyone who comes to this ship, no matter how weak, is my child."

"Sachi was lucky enough to survive, not only because of my daughter's ability, but also because of his own strength... What if it was any other child?"

"Hurting family members is an insurmountable red line on this ship!"

The angry voice was deafening. Whitebeard raised the wine jug in his hand and threw it hard at Shanks.

"This is my ship. It is my responsibility to teach Teach this truth. Ace is my son!"

"Want to teach me how to do things? You're a hundred years too early, little brat!"

The wine jug, with its domineering power, smashed straight towards Shanks. At the moment when it was about to touch Shanks, the black figure flashed and passed right through it.

Dawei closed her eyes and suppressed the irritation rising in her heart.

Shanks was still talking to himself, "While it's still early, and Ace has just set out, everything is still possible!"

"Whitebeard! I saw the future of rampage!"

"It never ends--" Whitebeard drew out the Sokumo Kirei, and it was obvious that he had lost his patience.

After drinking the wine in front of him in one gulp, Shanks stood up and pulled out the Griffin. Red lightning jumped around him, "The future of this era will become unstoppable by anyone!"

"Then come and try it! I am Whitebeard!!"

Having completely lost his patience, Kusugano swung his sword heavily, and white cracks wrapped in red domineering power collided with Shanks' Griffin.

A sharp wind blade rose from the center of the deck and rushed straight into the sky, tearing a bottomless hole in the rolling dark clouds.

The air around the two of them was constantly squeezing and exploding, and the strong wind blew Daiwei's hair back. No expression could be seen in her dark blue pupils. After a while, she smiled an ambiguous smile.

Whitebeard and Shanks, who were at the center of the aura, looked at each other, one with disdain and absolute confidence, the other with seriousness and solemnity.

Looking at Shanks' eyes, Whitebeard sneered, and with a strong push of his hand, Griffin was easily picked up and flew straight into the deck.

"Red-haired kid, wait until you can catch up with Roger before you come and tell me what to do." He knocked Cong Yunqie to the ground heavily.

"Even if I'm not the me in my heyday, in this era, there is still someone who can threaten the Whitebeard Pirates! And they haven't appeared yet!" As if to verify his words, he smashed his huge fist into the air.

The white cracks began to move towards the sea, centered on the Moby Dick.

One second...two seconds...the originally calm sea suddenly began to shake.

"What a terrifying ability... After so long, Whitebeard still refuses to admit his age..." On the Red Force, Beckman exhaled a puff of smoke and sighed as he looked at the tsunami that was a hundred meters high in front of him.

"Will what the captain is worried about...really happen?" Even someone as smart as Beckman had some doubts at this moment.

What on earth could be worthy of the world government's efforts to deal with such a monster?

Looking at the Griffin stuck in the deck, Shanks was not annoyed. He put Griffin back into the scabbard as if nothing had happened. Shanks looked at Whitebeard and spoke again.

"It is impolite of me to come to you and offer such advice, Mr. Newgate, but I am sure you can tell that I am not joking."

"In the name of my captain, Gol D. Roger, I ask again."

The words fell and there was silence.

Whitebeard stared at Shanks in front of him, and after a few seconds, he suddenly started laughing out loud.

"Gulala, for Roger's sake, I'll forgive your rudeness, kid, but..."

Whitebeard turned the Kusukumokiri in his hand and said, "Let's put Ace's matter aside for now. My child knows his own limits. But I heard..."

There was a pause in his tone, and Shanks keenly sensed a dangerous aura. The murderous intent was almost condensed into substance, making him gulp.