At the beginning, I summoned Li Jing, who is very cold, and I will fight against Hawkeye!

"Let me see who it is!" Hearing the gnashing voice, Jabba lowered his eyes slightly. Although he was old, his eyes were still sharp.

Shanks was not wearing a cape at this moment, so the face that looked exactly like Shanks came into Jabba's sight!!

The two looked at each other for a moment! !

"You...you are...!" Jabba stared at Stinkyx, the shock in his eyes like surging waves, one after another.

The scenes in his memory came rushing back. Shanks' iconic red hair, his heroic smile, and his figure riding the waves on the sea with his friends gradually overlapped with the face in front of him.

The cruelty of the Battle of Marineford seemed to have happened again yesterday. In the smoke of gunpowder, he heard that Shanks' Red Hair Pirates and Rayleigh suffered a fatal blow from Trun and were completely wiped out.

At that moment, he who was living in seclusion in Elbaf felt that something important in his heart suddenly collapsed, and the world lost its color.

In the days that followed, he built a cenotaph for the two with his own hands, filled with grief. Every time he stood in front of the grave, the sea breeze, carrying with it the sorrow, filled his heart with desolation.

But now, this familiar face appears vividly before my eyes.

Jabba felt his mind go blank and his lips trembled slightly. He wanted to ask, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make a sound.

He subconsciously tightened the axe in his hand. The originally relaxed arm muscles were now as tight as strings, with veins bulging, revealing his inner panic.

"Hmm?" Stinx was so perceptive that he saw through Jabba's gaffe at a glance. He then touched his face, and a hint of cunning flashed through his mind.

"By the way, this guy has been living in seclusion all the time. He knows almost nothing about the outside world, and this is my first time showing up." Thinking of this, Stinkys' eyes rolled, and he came up with a plan and decided to take advantage of the situation.

His face remained expressionless, still with that half-smile on his face, but there was calculation in his eyes.

He just raised his head slightly, put on a confident and carefree look like Shanks in the past, and said: "Jabba, long time no see, I hope you are well."

The voice was deep and surprisingly similar to the Shanks in his memory, with a reassuring and bewitching power.

When Jabba heard the voice, his body shook violently, and the confusion in his eyes became even more intense.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the dreamlike illusion, but the familiar face and voice kept haunting him like a ghost.

"You... Are you really Shanks? But why are you with Loki... and trying to steal the God Warrior?

You were the one who suppressed him personally back then, this is not something you would do!"

Jabba's voice was filled with anger, but more of it was grief.

He really didn't want to believe that the once loyal and righteous Shanks would fall to this point.

The sneer hidden in Stinx's eyes was like a cold light in the dark night, fleeting.

Layers of helplessness and sadness quickly piled up on his face, as if he was a vicissitudes of life traveler who was repeatedly teased by fate.

He looked up at the sky, and a long, heavy sigh came out of his chest: "Jabba, you really don't understand. The world is changing so fast that people don't even have time to catch their breath."

He paused for a moment, his voice choking with sobs, "The Red Hair Pirates, they were once the carrier of my passion and dreams, but they were suddenly destroyed.

I was lucky enough to survive that brutal fight, but I was almost at the gates of hell."

As he spoke, he slowly lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, as if he was using all his strength to suppress the surging sorrow.

The drooped eyelids could not hide the flicker of light in the corner of the eye, like a cunning fox, stealing glances at every change in Jabba's expression without making a sound.

His fingers tightened unconsciously, his nails digging into his palms, as if using the pain to remind himself to maintain the realism of the play.

Jabba stood opposite, his brows seemed to be tightly twisted by invisible silk threads, forming a deep "川" character.

It was as if there were two little people fighting fiercely in my heart, and the scenes of galloping across the sea with Shanks in the past flashed through my mind like a kaleidoscope.

He recalled that when Roger was still alive, the young Shanks followed behind him, his eyes full of longing for the future, and every battle

They all stood back to back, writing the glory of pirates with their blood and courage. The oaths or joy of sharing life and death are still ringing in their ears.

Those hot moments, like a warm current, slowly melted the ice in my heart, and the seeds of doubt quietly loosened under the nourishment of this warmth.

"Shanks, even so, you shouldn't..."

Jabba spoke, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze, full of pity and exhortation, as if he was facing a close friend who had returned to the right path after straying.

"Jabba!" Stinx caught the softening, his eyes flashed, and he raised his voice sharply, the sadness on his face instantly twisted into a mixture of anger and grievance.

"What qualifications do you have to accuse me?!" He took a step forward,

“The Battle of Marineford was so tragic! Captain Roger’s son was executed in public.

Who stepped forward at that time? It was me! And Rayleigh!

It was us who braved the heavy artillery fire and faced powerful enemies, just to protect that last bit of dignity.

And you? Where are you? "

His eyes were red, tears welled up in them, and his voice became more trembling: "Then, the Red Hair Pirates fell apart, brothers fell one by one, and Rayleigh died tragically to protect me.

In those dark days, I struggled alone, my heart filled with sorrow.

Now, you are standing here, calming me down and making me peaceful. Why didn’t you show up to give me advice when I was in the most difficult time?

Now, the Tren Adventure Group is showing off its might on the land of Elbaf. If you really feel a little guilty about our past friendship, you should stand shoulder to shoulder with me and lend me a helping hand!

Instead of standing here, pretending to be so reserved and watching coldly!"

His words were powerful, and coupled with his face that looked exactly like Shanks, it was hard to tell the truth from the false.

It was as if he was the red-haired Shanks who had suffered so much and longed for revenge.

Jabba stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him, his teeth chattering and his heart in turmoil.

On the one hand, the deep friendship accumulated over many years of life and death bound his hands like ropes, making it impossible for him to lift the axe when facing the face of "Shanks".

On the other hand, he was well aware of the power of the Giant God Soldier. Once it was controlled by someone with ulterior motives, the world would be plunged into endless war and suffering, with disastrous consequences.

At this critical moment of life and death, Loki, who had fallen to the ground with serious injuries, struggled to stand up.

Every time he moved, the wound felt like it was being torn apart, and blood gushed out uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.

As a bystander, he saw this psychological scam clearly.

"The Celestial Dragons are different. The ability to deceive is probably innate..." Loki secretly mocked himself in his heart, and was about to open his mouth and reveal Stinky's true identity to the public.

But just as his lips were about to open, his words came to an abrupt halt as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

His eyes rolled and he weighed the issue quickly in his mind: “No, why should I do this?

The situation is delicate right now. If Jabba and Stinx turn against each other, it will not be good for me at all.

Besides, there's that elusive guy playing with bandages watching us covetously..."

While hesitating, Loki looked at the confrontation between Stinx and Jabba, as well as the commander who was always alert and ready to strike like a cheetah not far away.

There was a flash of calculation in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose, outlining a meaningful arc.

“I was beaten so hard by the maid from the Tren Adventure Group that I almost forgot that I had this special ability.

Haha, since you are all so keen on this fake trick, why not... make it come true!

I'm about to start lying, everyone." As he spoke, a mysterious and strange power change emanated from Loki's body.