Morgans stared at the disconnected Den Den Mushi, his bird face shifting through several expressions.
"This information really can drive me mad. I can already smell big news."
In the end, Morgans' expression froze in excitement.
"Someone come."
"President."
A subordinate hurried in.
Morgans put down the Den Den Mushi.
"Go investigate the Red Hair Pirates' recent movements. I want every detail."
"Yes, President."
The subordinate nodded and left the secret room.
Before long, the Red Hair Pirates' recent activity report was placed on the table.
Morgans read it carefully.
"Oh? A little friction with Kaido. And with Big Mom too?
"Is this guy trying to settle old grudges? But does he have that strength?"
As Morgans was reading the files, a subordinate hurriedly ran in.
"President, latest news! The Red Hair Pirates robbed Big Mom's cargo!
"The Three Emperors' Charlotte Linlin is furious now. She has declared that she will kill Shanks, captain of the Red Hair Pirates."
Morgans' eyes lit up.
"I'll send News Coos over immediately. Maybe we can even broadcast a great battle live."
Whole Cake Island.
At this moment, Charlotte Linlin was extremely angry. Her eyes were wide as she looked down at Perospero below.
"You're telling me that brat Shanks stole my sweets and injured my son?"
"Yes, Mama!"
Cold sweat poured down Perospero's face.
Right now, Charlotte Linlin's aura alone was terrifying.
Killing intent thickened on Linlin's face.
"Damn brat. He was lucky I didn't beat him to death back then.
"What, now that he's made a little name for himself, he dares provoke me?"
"Katakuri!"
"Mama, I'm here."
Katakuri stepped out from the side.
Charlotte Linlin's face was dark.
"Gather the men. Since that brat is looking for death, I'll grant it. This time, let's see who dares help him."
"Yes, Mama."
Katakuri nodded and left to gather forces.
"Mamamama! Brat, since you're asking to die this time, I'll fulfill your wish."
Morgans' extra edition was soon released.
"Red Hair Pirates Provoke Three Emperors Big Mom Pirates!"
Once the news spread, the New World erupted.
Discussions broke out everywhere.
"Wasn't this Shanks beaten back a few years ago? Is he going for revenge this time?"
Many people did not think highly of the Red Hair Pirates.
After all, that was one of the Three Emperors, a ruler who had stood firm in the New World for over ten years.
Of course, some people were optimistic about the Red Hair Pirates too.
Some had seen Shanks make a move. Most of the time, he defeated opponents in one strike.
The New World boiled over.
Many people began preparing.
No matter who lost this battle, they would swarm in immediately.
After all, whether it was Big Mom or the Red Hair Pirates, both sides controlled quite a few territories.
When the snipe and clam fight, the fisherman profits.
So some bold people were already getting ready.
Marine Headquarters had also made preparations.
In the conference room, Sengoku quickly arranged a plan.
"Sakazuki will lead the force. Borsalino, you will monitor the battle between the two sides.
"Once the opportunity is right, do not hold back. Take them all down at once."
"Yes, Fleet Admiral Sengoku."
Sakazuki and Borsalino set out with their respective subordinates.
Kuzan was arranged to remain at headquarters.
Watching the warships leave, Kuzan muttered to himself,
"The Navy's justice… is it really our ambition?"
Garp walked over carelessly and patted his shoulder.
"What? Still thinking about what that brat said?"
Kuzan nodded.
"Vice Admiral Garp, I realized that what we're doing is almost exactly what he said.
"Spreading justice across the sea… isn't that the dream in our hearts?"
Garp picked his nose.
"Everyone sees things differently. He has his views, and others have theirs.
"There's one thing that brat said that I liked most. It might help you."
Kuzan turned to look at his teacher.
Even Gion, Tokikake, and the others passing by stopped.
"If you can't see the future clearly, why not choose to live in the present?
"In this world, I'm only one person. There's no need to do things I can't do.
"Live properly. Maybe one day, you'll be able to see the future clearly and know which road to take."
Garp repeated White Ghost's words exactly.
Gion and Tokikake's mouths twitched.
Those words really did sound like something that guy would say.
Kuzan savored those words. In the end, his eyes grew brighter and brighter. He bowed to Garp.
"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Garp."
Garp waved a hand.
"If you want to thank someone, thank that brat. Those were his words, not mine."
"Uh… Vice Admiral Garp," Tokikake quietly said from the side, not daring to speak too loudly in case he got hit, "if we Marines go thank a wanted criminal, wouldn't the effect be a little bad?"
"That's true. That wouldn't be suitable. Hahahahaha!"
Garp laughed without caring.
Kuzan also laughed along.
During this period, he had been lost for a long time.
He had thought of the Ohara incident, and then thought of the God Valley incident White Ghost mentioned.
New World.
On the Moby Dick, Whitebeard tossed the newspaper aside.
"Gurararara! That little brat from Roger's ship is finally showing his claws?"
Marco's expression was a little downcast.
That child from back then had already begun challenging the Three Emperors.
And what about him?
Aside from his Mythical Zoan ability, his Haki was only so-so. Although he was already good in the eyes of many people, Marco himself knew the truth.
Even though Pops was healthy now, what if one day Pops was gone?
Could he take over the Whitebeard Pirates?
Did he have the strength to do it?
Jozu looked at the newspaper and snorted coldly.
"He was just a brat on Roger's ship back then. If Pops had wanted the Pirate King title, would it ever have gone to Roger?"
The moment Jozu said that, most of the crew agreed.
Many of them had joined after the Great Age of Chaos.
They had no idea what true terror was.
Whitebeard had displayed overwhelming power during this period, and the other two great pirate crews had avoided conflict with them.
In their eyes, that meant they feared Pops.
"Pops is the strongest!"
A large group of people began cheering, shouting that sooner or later, they would drive those two out of the New World and let the Whitebeard Pirates dominate it.
Whitebeard looked at these sons of his with a smile on his face.
But a trace of worry flashed through his eyes.
Although he was strong and full of vigor now, a day would come when he grew old.
When that day arrived, could Marco really carry the Whitebeard banner?
It seemed that while he was still alive, he had to hurry and find a successor.
Otherwise, after he was gone, these foolish sons of his would not be able to hold up this pirate flag.
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