Comic series: Starting from Pirates to Cultivate the True Self

This scene continued to play for nearly half an hour, and the captains of the Whitebeard Pirates were tired of watching it. It was obviously just their father teasing a child.

Many people had gone to help prepare for the banquet, and only Marco stayed behind, standing aside yawning boredly, wanting to see how long the stubborn Ace could hold out.

Ace was obviously a little excited at the moment, with only one thought in his mind: he had to punch this bastard old man in the face today.

But no matter from which direction or angle he attacked, there was only one outcome: being pinched and then thrown out.

He also had to endure the old man's loud laughter. Although it was obviously a happy laugh, to Ace's ears, it sounded extremely sarcastic.

No matter what Ace thought, Whitebeard was very happy at the moment. Ever since his stupid sons grew up, they still respected and admired him.

But they have all become mature and stable, and are not as fun as they were when they were children. He hasn't had such fun playing for a long time.

Therefore, he did not feel annoyed by Ace's constant attacks. Instead, he found it quite interesting. Naturally, he held back when throwing Ace out.

After throwing Ace out again, Whitebeard smiled and said:

"Kulala, kid, you're still far away!"

Ace calmed down and did not charge at Whitebeard again. Instead, he walked to his friends, sat down, crossed his arms over his chest, pouted and sulked.

Perhaps he felt that it would be difficult to hit Whitebeard if he was awake.

Humph! Lao Deng, I don't believe you don't sleep!

I can always beat you!

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Seeing that Ace seemed to be giving up, Whitebeard said with a hint of regret:

"Little ghost, you have no strength left?"

"Humph!"

The only response he got was the back of Ace's head. Just as he was about to say something else, a call from the side interrupted him.

"Dad, here!"

Whitebeard turned his head and saw that it was his son, the captain of the third squad, Jozu.

The burly man in simple armor, with a silly smile on his face, handed over the huge wine jar in his arms.

Whitebeard took it with one hand with a smile and took a big gulp.

Seeing this scene, Marco certainly couldn't blame his father. He could only roll his eyes and blame Joz unhappily:

"You guys, you have to think about your dad's health!"

"Kulala, Marco, don't be such a downer. Of course, a banquet is all about eating meat and drinking!"

When Qiao Zi saw that his father was defending him, he stopped explaining anything. He just scratched his head and laughed.

Marco sighed helplessly and walked towards Ace. Since he couldn't stop him, he might as well just ignore it.

At this time, Deus and others gradually woke up because of the noisy atmosphere.

Looking at the bustling scene, Deus looked up at the sky in confusion, then asked Ace beside him:

"What's going on? It's broad daylight, and it's starting again?"

"The Whitebeard Pirates are here. They are preparing for a banquet."

Deus nodded as if he understood, and asked again:

"From this festive scene, do you agree to join them?"

Hearing what Deuce said, Ace instantly got angry and growled:

"Bullshit! I didn't agree to it. We were kidnapped!"

"Hey, hey, hey, Ace, please don't slander us. We are just extending a friendly invitation."

Before Deuce could continue asking questions, Marco sat down next to Ace and took over the conversation with a smile.

"Can we go then?"

"I'm not the captain of the Whitebeard Pirates. I can't make the decision."

Marco had a smile on his face and spread his hands, speaking innocently like a scumbag who had deceived a little girl and didn't want to take responsibility.

Ace was furious when he saw Marco's shameless look, and he immediately shouted at Marco angrily:

"You're a liar!!! I shouldn't have believed you in the first place!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, look at how lively they are. Although they are not related by blood, they have such a good relationship that they are like a real family.

We in the Whitebeard Pirates value our companions the most, wouldn't it be great for you to join us?"

Ace pouted and tilted his head.

"Humph, you are a liar!"

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Just as Ace and Marco were arguing with each other, Whitebeard came over carrying two wine jars, one large and one small.

"Boom!"

Whitebeard sat down next to Ace in a heroic manner, placed the smaller wine jar in front of Ace, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile:

"Can you drink, kid?"

"Who are you looking down on? Sooner or later I'm going to punch you hard in the face, just wait!"

How could the young and energetic Ace tolerate such provocation from an old man? He said something harsh, picked up the wine jar that was almost as tall as him, tilted his head back and drank it down.

Even the spilled wine is no longer like raising fish, it should be considered as bathing.

“Hiccup~~~”

Ace, with a red face, put down the wine jar and burped for a long time, but his body began to stagger.

Then he said loudly to Whitebeard with great pride:

"I! Ace! Will definitely become the Pirate King! I will defeat you.

Whitebeard, just wait for me!"

Seeing Ace's somewhat agitated look, Whitebeard was not angry at his rude words. Instead, the word "Pirate King" brought back old memories.

He thought of the old man who was both his friend and enemy, the man who knelt down to beg him for his dream, and smiled with a hint of nostalgia:

"Kulalalala, Pirate King? You're not even close, little brat!"

"Yes! I am still far from it now!

But I am young! I believe that one day, I can defeat you and become the Pirate King, or even surpass the Pirate King! "

Whitebeard did not laugh this time. He turned around and looked at his stupid sons who were playing and drinking. There was a rare hint of sadness in his eyes.

Young! What a beautiful word!

The corresponding noun is aging.

Yes! The old man, who represents the old era, is slowly dying due to the erosion of time.

die?

Whitebeard was not afraid. His life could be described as an eventful one. He had enjoyed power, money, and beauties.

He has experienced hardships and he has also enjoyed happiness!

It is no exaggeration to say that his life was as wonderful as more than ten lifetimes of others.

He, Whitebeard, could face death calmly, but the only thing he was worried about was these stupid sons.

In this cannibalistic world, without his protection, how can these idiots go on?

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