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

Malinfando, Navy Headquarters.

Marshal Buddha's Warring States has been having a headache recently, as the New World has always been a place that the Navy cannot reach.

It can be said that if you are a pirate, as long as you enter the New World, you basically don’t have to worry about being pursued by the navy.

As long as you have the strength to survive in the new world.

As for the reason why the Whitebeard Pirates' second-in-command [White Hair] Davi cleaned up the New World some time ago, Sengoku still doesn't know, considering Whitebeard's status and his heir with terrifying growth potential.

Sengoku has every reason to suspect that Whitebeard wants to establish a second force similar to the navy in the New World in order to control the first half of the New World.

However, now that things have finally settled down a bit, the intelligence team reports that [White-haired] Davi is attending BIGMOM's wedding ceremony.

Hasn't this unspoken rule of not going to meetings between the Four Emperors been going on for several years? Why did [White Hair] Devi have to meet BIGMOM at this point?

Sengoku also knew that the Red Hair Pirates were very close to Whitebeard's second-in-command. Originally, this should have been an event that deserved great attention, two pirate groups with the strength of two emperors, but the Five Elders actually said that they could ignore Red Hair.

Thinking of the identity of the red-haired guy, Sengoku barely suppressed his distrust of pirates, but [White-haired] Devi is now attending a wedding banquet. If she ends up marrying BIGMOM, wouldn't that mean three of the Four Emperors will be banding together?

Then what's the point of our navy? Just wipe your neck and wait for death.

Zhan Guo grabbed his hair in distress. He had just dyed it black yesterday.

"Hahahaha, don't worry, Sengoku." Garp picked up the senbei and chewed it without any scruples. "Given Whitebeard and Whitehair's personalities and arrogance, it's impossible for them to get married. I guess this time that Dewi went to BIGMOM to cause trouble."

"Asshole! You were not here during the meeting just now, but now you know to come and eat!" Zhan Guo looked at his old friend's relaxed expression and got so angry that he grabbed the tea bag on the table and threw it at him.

"Huo, you're so polite. Prepare the tea for me." Garp took it with a smile, picked up the tea bag and stood up to make it. "What's the point of worrying, Zhan Guo? You can't fly over to stop them."

Zhan Guo held his forehead. He certainly knew this fact. It was almost impossible to dispatch troops from the Navy Headquarters to prevent the two sides from meeting. And the troops in the New World... were just used as side dishes.

Fortunately, the World Government did not just stand by and watch, but also sent some CP0s to monitor and find ways to disrupt BIGMOM's banquet if the situation went wrong.

"Bring me a cup, bastard!!" Damn lieutenant general! Just lazy! No sense of crisis at all!

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The scene turns back to Dawi, who is now in Big Mom's territory on the Little Moby Dick.

The banquet will be held on Cake Island, which will take about two or three days.

Dawi lay comfortably on the nurse's lap, while Joz and his companions held their fishing rods boredly, carrying out their daily fishing work. As the most distinguished guests of BIGMOM's banquet, no one would be so blind as to disturb them.

Sailing comfortably like this, Dawi and her group slowly arrived at the end of the trip, Cake Island.

The boat slowly approached the shore, where people were already waiting.

Dawi leaned on the railing and glanced at the man on the shore. He really took this matter seriously and even sent out his second-in-command, a guy with a bounty of 10 billion Baileys.

Charlotte Katakuri, a strong person who also masters the three colors of Haki.

In a flash, Davi had already landed on Cake Island and appeared next to Katakuri, "Are you the best son of BIGMOM?"

Dawi looked up and silently looked at the man in front of her. He was five meters tall, wearing a large furry scarf that covered the lower half of his face. He had strong muscles, pink tattoos, and black Gothic leather pants. He could be called a handsome guy.

While Devi was looking at Katakuri, Katakuri was also looking at the woman in front of him.

Today, Davie was wearing a black strapless, waist-length dress, paired with a white fluffy shawl, which was lazily hanging on Davie's elbow. The slit on her right thigh revealed a slender, beautiful leg and a pair of black high heels.

She wore a white pearl necklace on her long and slender neck, a black triangular hat on her head, and a mysterious and cold smile on her face.

Such beauty is naturally impactful. Katakuri remembered the task assigned to him by BIGMOM and was stunned for a moment, but he quickly adjusted himself.

"My mother's second son, Katakuri." Katakuri was a little brief, but thinking of his mother's mission, he added a few more words: "The Minister of Flour of the Four Generals."

Dawi tilted her head and gave a provocative smile: "You look so weak, is this what BIGMOM's most outstanding son is like?"

Katakuri ignored what Devi said. As the highest-ranking officer of the BIGMOM Pirates, he would not care about this provocation at all: "The banquet will start tomorrow. I will receive you before then. Mom has prepared a guest room for you. Please follow me, Miss Devi."

Boring, Dawi thought boredly.

Then Katakuri turned his body to the side, revealing a mirror behind him. He reached out and knocked on the mirror. Ripples began to appear on the smooth surface of the mirror, and a purple-haired girl in a white dress emerged from the mirror.

"Brother Katakuri." The girl nodded to Katakuri, and then said to Devi: "Hello, distinguished guest, I am my mother's eighth daughter, Charlotte Bruyne. We will lead to the castle through the mirror, please follow me."

Devi looked at the girl who was leaning sideways and lowering her head, not daring to look directly at her. She tilted her head and asked Katakuri with her eyes, "What do you mean?"

"Brulee is the user of the Mirror-Mirror Fruit. We can go directly to the castle from the mirror world." Katakuri noticed Devi's doubts and gave a simple answer.

Devi nodded, turned to Qiao Zi and said, "You go back first."

"Okay, be safe, Captain Davi." Joz and his group nodded, then set sail and returned in the direction they came from.

Katakuri looked in astonishment as the Little Moby Dick left the shore.

Could it be that she had the same idea? I thought the possibility of my mother's wish coming true would not be very high, but it turned out that Dawi didn't even need a ship to return. Was she planning to stay on Cake Island for a long time?

Of course, he could not imagine that Dawi came with the intention of causing trouble, and that she blocked the ship just to make it easier for her to escape.

"Katakuri." Devi suddenly spoke, tilting her head, and said coldly in a not-too-polite voice: "You'd better put away your observation Haki before my mood gets worse." As the words fell, a trace of domineering Haki also emanated from Devi's breath.

Katakuri stretched out his hand to protect Brulee, who was trembling with fear at the scene, behind him. He never doubted the ability of Whitebeard's second-in-command, but even the fact that he had been using his Observation Haki to predict the future was discovered. This was too terrifying.

"It's my fault, Miss Devi, please don't mind it."

"Lead the way." Feeling that the prying breath disappeared, Dawi's expression relaxed a little and raised her chin towards Bree.

"Okay... okay." Brulee controlled herself and tried not to tremble. She reached out and touched the mirror. As the waves rose, she said, "Please follow me." Brulee's figure gradually merged into the mirror.

Dawi followed Brulee into the mirror world, which was a space like a distorted black and white checkerboard, covered with mirrors of all sizes, with a twisting and winding road in the middle.

This space was unexpectedly large. Davie looked around calmly. Brulee led the way in front of her while also quietly observing Davie.

Although she is a guest with a bad temper, she is really prettier than on the poster, Bree sighed in her heart.

Brulee is jealous of women with pretty faces, but she can't even feel a bit jealous of someone like Davie, who is so beautiful that she is not in the same league as normal people. Of course, Brulee is not sure if it is because she is afraid of Davie.

Dawei discovered something interesting. She turned and walked to a mirror, from which she could see the outside world. For example, the mirror in front of her seemed to be connected to an island made of chocolate, and the pedestrians on the street were wearing clothes made of chocolate.

"Can we go directly to this island from here?" Dai Wei asked, turning her head.

"Yes, guest. These mirrors can lead to every place that has been illuminated." Brulee came up hurriedly: "These are mirrors leading to the island. Here, you can go to the castle. Please do not look at the world outside the mirror casually. Some of them involve Mom's privacy."

Dawi tilted her head and looked at Brulee, who looked a little scared but anxious. She smiled and continued to follow Brulee.

Even if you don't let me see it now, I still want to see it. I will see it secretly later.

No one noticed that a small electric current was left by Davi in ​​this mirror world.

Katakuri followed silently from behind, and soon Davi was brought to a mirror. Following Brulee through the mirror, Davi came to the interior of a castle.

The gorgeous castle exudes a sweet scent, and desserts can be seen everywhere, jumping around and doing cleaning work.

When they arrived at a room, Katakuri pushed open the door and said, "You must be tired from the journey, so I won't disturb Miss Devi's rest for now. My room is just opposite, so you can call me directly if you need anything."

Staring at Katakuri with a slightly suspicious look, Davi knew that BIGMOM valued me as a customer, but it shouldn't be to the extent of making Katakuri a personal butler.