Comic series: Starting from Pirates to Cultivate the True Self

Whitebeard, who was sitting on a chair drinking, paused when he heard this, and looked at Mo Xingchen who had a serious expression on his face opposite him, feeling a little surprised.

Although because of Ace, the two people who were originally on opposite sides did not fight, it was already considered good.

But he didn't think there was anything to talk about between him and the Navy. The basic differences in their underlying ideas made it impossible for them to talk about the same thing.

So he didn't speak first, but waited quietly for the young admiral to see what topic he would talk about.

"You're going to die!"

Unexpectedly, Mo Xingchen came up with a powerful statement as soon as he opened his mouth. Even Mihawk, who was standing behind him, shook slightly.

I've seen people who can't speak, but I've never seen someone who is so bad at chatting.

As Mo Xingchen finished speaking, the originally relaxed atmosphere became tense again. The several captains who were still awake immediately showed anger on their faces. Marco even had blue flames rising from his body and roared angrily:

"Tianshu! Do you really think we are afraid of you?"

It seems like if you don’t give me an explanation, I will fight you to the death.

It's no wonder they would be so excited. If someone suddenly broke into their home and acted arrogantly towards them, they would say, "Your father is going to die!"

He would have to rush into the kitchen, take out a kitchen knife, and put it against his forehead. It would be best if he could tell the truth!

Whitebeard seemed very calm. When he first heard these words, he frowned slightly and raised his hand to stop Marco and others who were extremely excited.

But he still didn't say anything, just looked at Mo Xingchen with a normal expression, waiting for his next words.

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Mo Xingchen didn't keep anyone in suspense. He just drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and refilled his own glass.

He scanned the area, looking at all the members of the Whitebeard Pirates, whether they were standing or lying down, and said softly:

"Your sons are very loyal to you."

Mo Xingchen paused, looked at the huge treatment instrument next to Whitebeard, and the infusion rack full of medicine, and continued to speak slowly:

“But you are old and frail, how many more years can you hold on?

One year? Three years? Five years?

Whitebeard, your detailed information has been on the desk of our Navy Intelligence Department for many years.

To you, the most important thing in your heart is these stupid sons of yours!

So, after you die, on this turbulent sea.

They are either caught in the whirlpool and ruthlessly torn apart,

Either give up your pirate flag, hide your identity from now on, no longer care about worldly affairs, and live out the rest of your life.

What do you think they will choose?"

After listening to Mo Xingchen's words, Whitebeard was finally moved and could no longer maintain the calmness of a superior.

Because what Mo Xingchen said was correct, and it was exactly the problem that had troubled him in recent years.

As the captain of the Whitebeard Pirates and the head of the family, he could not tell these things to his sons, and could not reveal his old age and weakness.

But he also knew that after his death, given the personalities of these idiots, they would not disband the Whitebeard Pirates.

As the son of the sea, who has traveled the sea all his life, he naturally understands what it means that when a whale dies, all things come to life!

After losing his Whitebeard Pirates, such a large territory is like a huge and delicious cake in the eyes of those who are interested!

It is impossible for those people to remain indifferent, so these stupid sons really cannot withstand the attacks from other pirate groups, the navy, etc.

That would cause many people to die, and that's not what he wants!

He didn't want the family he had maintained for half his life to fall apart and end in a mess.

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White Beard stood up slowly with a solemn expression and looked at Mo Xingchen who was sitting there. He didn't ask stupidly, "What on earth do you want to say?" Such idiotic questions.

Because it is impossible for a naval admiral to come here to entertain himself out of boredom. Since he raised this question, he must have his purpose, but he really cannot refuse.

So Whitebeard asked seriously:

"What do you want me to do?"

Hearing Whitebeard's question, Mo Xingchen's mouth curved into a beautiful arc. He raised the wine glass he had just filled, saluted from a distance, and said softly:

"I want you to conquer the new world! Set this sea on fire!!!"

Whitebeard knew the consequences of doing so, and he also knew that this was the situation the Navy wanted to see the most.

But he still didn't ask why I should do this, why I should help your navy, he just asked seriously and concisely:

"reason!"

"Because your sons are too weak, no one can replace you, and only blood and pain can make these rookies, whom you have protected too well, grow up.

So now, while you are still alive, you can still give them some exercise in a non-lethal way.

Is to choose to die in battle regardless of injuries, so that they can survive the fittest within limited casualties,

Or wait until you die of illness on the bed, and all the members are wiped out,

what ever!"

As Mo Xingchen finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent. Everyone present fell into deep thought. Whitebeard frowned as he pondered the pros and cons.

Marco and other captains looked at their father, the parent who was as strong as a mountain, and clenched their fists tightly, feeling ashamed of their own weakness.

For the first time, they felt so weak.

For the first time, they felt the weight of the Whitebeard Pirates’ flag on their backs.

If they had grown up earlier, they would have the strength to rival the Four Emperors now, and my father wouldn't be so tired!

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At this moment, the only sound on the entire boat was the clinking sound of the ice cubes colliding in the wine glass caused by Mo Xingchen shaking it.

After thinking for a while, Whitebeard seemed to have finally figured it out. His face regained its composure, and he sat back in his chair, looking at Mo Xingchen, and entered the negotiation mode.

"So what are you navy prepared to pay? After all, even if I don't start a war, your navy won't be able to enter the New World and carve up the Whitebeard Pirates' territory."

Mo Xingchen sneered and said unceremoniously:

"Whitebeard, I think you don't understand the situation. I am not begging you, nor am I negotiating with you.

Because no matter what you do, I don't care!

The reason I tell you this is simply for the sake of little Ace.

If you choose to die in bed, I will personally go to Impel Down after I return to headquarters. There are many old acquaintances of yours in the prison on the sixth floor.

For example, Barrett, Redfield,

It just takes a little more time, and I think compared to freedom, they should be happy to come to the new world and turn things upside down."

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