"Hey, hey, hey, it can't be? It actually appeared again?"
On a large ship sailing on the sea in the New World, a person with a spiky, yellow hair held a newspaper in their hand and said with some shock.
"Gurarara, Marco, what's the matter? Why are you making such a fuss?"
On the deck, a tall man with an infusion tube on his body asked.
"Pops, it's really amazing!"
This is naturally the Moby Dick, the flagship of the Whitebeard Pirates. The person with the spiky hair is none other than the captain of the Whitebeard Pirates' first division, Phoenix Marco. And the person he is talking to is none other than the strongest man in the world, Whitebeard, Edward Newgate.
"Gurarara!"
The tall body of Whitebeard leaned against a huge chair, his crescent-shaped beard trembled with laughter, and an invisible aura surrounded him, "What happened, Marco?"
"It's really a big event, Marygeoise, the center of the world government was attacked!"
Marco handed the newspaper to Whitebeard with a shocked expression. Even with the courage of the Yonko, attacking Marygeoise was also an extremely big event.
"Oh?"
Whitebeard took the newspaper with interest. Compared to his huge body, this newspaper was really small.
"Gurarararara!"
The white bearded man laughed, "Such an interesting fellow actually appeared on the sea! The sea is indeed incomparably vast!"
"Pops," Marco sat cross-legged in front of Whitebeard. He frowned and said, "Is it really like what the government said? Has the criminal been caught?"
"What nonsense are you saying? My silly son,"
Whitebeard smiled and said, "How can a guy who can make a scene in Marygeoise be caught so easily? The government probably said that they killed him to control the influence. If they really caught the criminal, based on the importance of the government to the Celestial Dragons, even a guy who dares to resist will be publicly sentenced. Since there is no one, it means that the guy is likely not caught."
"Is that so?"
Marco replied, "Yes, the government will not let go of any opportunity to consolidate the authority of the Celestial Dragons. Since there is no one this time, it is very likely that they have not caught the criminal."
"Marco, don't worry about it!"
Whitebeard leaned on the chair and said, "Don't worry about it. No matter what, it won't affect us!"
"The world government has no courage to provoke us!"
"I am, Whitebeard!"
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Meanwhile on the Whole Cake Island.
"Are you back?"
On the sofa, Charlotte Katakuri crossed his arms and looked at his brother who was walking in.
The tall biscuit soldier sat on the sofa opposite him. Not long ago, he was out on a mission and had met Vlad once. Today, Charlotte Cracker returned to the kingdom.
"How was the mission?" Katakuri asked softly.
"It was all cleared," Cracker did not show any signs of appearing from the biscuit armor. Separated by a layer of armor, his voice was a little low. "No one is alive."
"That's good." Katakuri was not surprised. After all, there were not many people in this sea who could fight against his brother.
"'I,'"
Cracker was a little hesitant.
"What's wrong?"
Katakuri asked in confusion. He knew that his brother was not a hesitant man.
"I saw him, Vlad!"
Cracker pondered for a moment.
Finally, he spoke.
"Is that so?"
Katakuri was a little surprised, but he quickly calmed down. "What? Is he not dead yet?"
Cracker replied, "Not only is he not dead, he also gained a lot of power!"
"What power?" Katakuri asked doubtfully.
"Mythical Zoan Fruit,"
"Fire Dragon Fruit!"
Cracker said in a deep voice.
"Fire Dragon?"
Katakuri was shocked. He took out a newspaper and smiled, "Then, Cracker, come and take a look at this!"
"What?"
"Shocking! Marygeoise was attacked. The flames rose up a thousand meters high and could be clearly seen in the distant Sabaody Archipelago!"
Cracker read out the news word by word.
"The murderer has been killed!"
There were several pictures attached to the news. The first few were photos taken from the Sabaody Archipelago. It could be vaguely seen that the flames on the Red Line were not blurry even through the clouds. In the end, they gave a picture of a bloody person. It seemed that this was the murderer who was killed.
"Brother Katakuri, you mean -"
Cracker looked at Katakuri and had some guesses in his heart.
"You said that Vlad obtained the Fire Dragon Fruit, so he must be able to control the flames, right?"
Katakuri said.
"That's right," Cracker thought of Vlad's burning golden flames and felt a little scared. "It really is a very powerful flame."
"Besides, that kid doesn't seem to lack courage. Or rather, that kid is really brave!"
Katakuri said softly. He was not joking. He dared to betray the Charlotte Family and dared to challenge his mother's authority. Vlad was very bold.
"Then, is it him?" Cracker asked.
"I don't know. I can only say that it is possible!" Katakuri said, "This matter, let's not tell mother."
Cracker understood.
Katakuri brother, if, I mean if,
Cracker tried his best to organize his words and said in a low voice, "If, if the boy really comes to attack us, what should we do?"
"Cracker, you have to understand,"
Katakuri said softly, "If that day comes, then Vlad will be our enemy. We don't need to hold back against our enemies."
"'good."
Cracker nodded in agreement.
However, family was different. The two of them had a tacit understanding with each other.
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"Vlad, is that you?"
Gran Tesoro, the old nest of the Golden Emperor, the biggest entertainment city in the world.
Tesoro stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, holding a piece of information in his hand. It clearly recorded everything that had happened last night in Marygeoise, so he naturally knew what the flame was like, so he naturally knew who the prisoner was. After all, the flame was too obvious. Other than the man named Vlad, no one else could use it.
"Interesting. Do you want to gain my trust? Vlad, you really have guts!"
Titan muttered to himself, "Interesting, good, Vlad. Let me see how far you can go!"
Tesoro was not a good person in the usual sense. He did not trust a person easily. This had a lot to do with his experience. But today, he began to try to believe in a person because that man might be able to do something extraordinary!