"Ian!!"
The round-headed pirate, Blody, one of Whitebeard's subordinate captains, cried out in shock. "It's Ian of the Scorched Sky!"
"Prepare for battle! Everyone, prepare for battle!"
The mafia-dressed pirate, Pabrick, who had just been cheerfully demanding that they hand over all their treasure, instantly broke out in a cold sweat. Even the palms gripping his twin guns had turned slick with moisture.
Ian!
A monster capable of matching Marco—rather than following behind Kaido to face Pops, he had come after them instead?
Did this guy not have even a shred of pride as a strong man?
He seemed to have forgotten that the monster he feared before him was only thirteen years old this year.
The walrus-like fellow, meanwhile, said nothing. He charged straight into the palace through the entrance, one hand already resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
He breathed heavily, though it was unclear whether it was from fear or excitement. In any case, his eyes remained locked firmly on Ian.
Ian surveyed the pirates inside the palace.
He had really had to search for them.
After flying over the sea for more than a day, he had finally cornered these guys here.
The round-headed, neckless fellow, Blody.
The mafia-dressed fellow, Pabrick.
The walrus-like fellow, Elwan.
Were the three pirate captains acting together?
That was good news.
The Whitebeard Pirates had a total of twenty-three subordinate pirate crews—there had originally been twenty-six, but Ian had wiped out three of them earlier.
If each of those crews scattered, hunting them all down and killing them would not be an easy task.
But if these guys were banding together to fight a brother war, the workload would be much smaller.
"Hahaha! Anyway, we just have to take these guys out, right?"
Yamato jumped in through