"Is this the power of the legendary Tremor-Tremor Fruit? Whitebeard!"
The sudden tsunami, as well as the aftershock, attracted all of Zhao Hao's attention.
Zhao Hao's eyes were deep as he looked at the pirate ship in front of him.
On the deck above…
Whitebeard, who was wearing a white pirate hat and had shoulder-length golden hair that fluttered in the wind, was looking at him excitedly. He was tall and strong, wearing only a waistcoat and holding a naginata.
Zhao Hao was also surprised to see Whitebeard who was so young that he didn't even have a beard.
"Whitebeard?"
Whitebeard stood on the pirate ship and slowly retracted his fist. He pointed at himself, his face full of doubt.
"Who's Whitebeard? Are you calling me? I don't have a beard, and even if I do, it should be golden in color."
Zhao Hao's mouth twitched slightly. Zhao Hao admired Whitebeard a lot. How bad could a man who yearned for a home be?
