"Forget it. Since you didn't go for the kill, I'll let you off today." Whitebeard stared fixedly at Redfield for a long while before shouting behind him, "Boys, it's time for a party!"
Behind him, everyone in the Whitebeard Pirates breathed a sigh of relief and began making preparations.
Redfield sheathed his sword and looked at Whitebeard. "I'll pay the appropriate compensation. I don't want to owe a favor to a guy like you!"
In truth, once Whitebeard learned that Redfield had not tried to kill any of his men, most of his anger had already faded.
He had only been annoyed with Redfield afterward, and since the two had not met for a long time, Whitebeard merely wanted to greet an old friend!
That was right—strong people greeted each other differently from everyone else...
Aboard the Moby Dick, the two sat facing one another.
Their cups clinked, followed by the sound of gulping as the liquor went down.
After draining a large bowl of wine, Redfield sighed. "Even that Red-Haired brat from Roger's ship has risen up. It seems us old men will have to step down before long."
He felt that way because he had noticed during his earlier fight with Whitebeard that Whitebeard had declined greatly from his peak.
He was still formidable, but he no longer possessed the same overwhelming dominance he had in his youth!
Although Redfield's body had returned to its peak through the Vampire Fruit's power, it was impossible for him to be exactly as he had once been.
The Vampire Fruit's power was not omnipotent. If he expended too much stamina, he would still revert to his original state.
Just like now—his appearance had returned to its aged state due to excessive exertion, and he needed to drink others' blood again to