"As expected of Whitebeard! I never thought that, at such an advanced age, he'd still be this tough."
He shook the newspaper in his hand, smoothing out its wrinkles.
From the contents published in the World Economic Journal, Roy seemed to see that old man in the distant seas, standing firm against the highest authority and Marine Admirals.
Whew~
He exhaled a thick stream of smoke into the sky.
Whitebeard escaping the battlefield at Marineford was within Roy's expectations.
After all, with the power of that old man's Devil Fruit, fleeing across the sea was practically a guaranteed escape.
But one thing Roy had not expected was that, after recovering from his old injuries, Whitebeard seemed even stronger than he had imagined.
A cigar rested between his fingers, while his feet lounged atop the tea table across from him.
He looked up at the treetops, turned into a riot of colors by the bubbles refracting the light.
"Heh, this world is getting more and more interesting. I'm really looking forward to seeing what happens after Whitebeard returns to the New World."
Several of the most eye-catching bounties made it clear from the numbers alone that this was an unprecedented increase in bounty amounts.
"Evil Scientist," Caesar Clown: 2.3685 billion Beli.
"Thunder," Enel: 1.9175 billion Beli.
Holding the bounty posters in his hand.
"Black Emperor," true identity unknown: 1.285 billion Beli.
The wind chimes on the pavilion rang pleasantly in the breeze.
"Blackbeard," Marshall D. Teach: 2.65372 billion Beli.
After casually scanning the bounty posters, Roy's eyes abruptly widened at the figures printed on them.
The World Government's generosity had clearly exceeded Roy's expectations by far this time.
"Golden Lion," Shiki: 5.263 billion Beli.
"Whitebeard," Edward Newgate: 5.6375 billion Beli.
He flipped the newspaper to its final page.
Roy lowered his