Kaido had no choice but to consider what would happen if he made a move now. Would Red-Haired Shanks join forces with Ronglin and kick him while he was down?
As soon as the thought arose, Kaido swept his gaze over the opponents below: Shanks, Beckman, Yasopp, Jinbe, Burgess, and other renowned top-tier experts of the New World.
Then there was that brat whose strength he could not gauge, yet who was so unaware of his place—calmly... enjoying the breeze?
Kaido's mood took a sharp turn for the worse. He spoke coldly, "I came here today to have a chat with little friend Ronglin about life and ideals. Red-Haired Shanks, what are you doing here?"
Shanks smiled faintly. "Your way of chatting is truly unique. You came here with the ferocious aura of someone ready to tear the other person apart. Can I take it that chatting was never your true purpose?"
Advance or Retreat! ### "None of your damn business!" Kaido openly looked down on Shanks. "I've admired Ronglin for a long time, but my invitations have received no response. So I decided to come ask him in person whether he's interested in joining my ranks. What, are you trying to steal him from me?"
"Ahahaha!" Shanks laughed cheerfully. "I think highly of this young man Ronglin. I only regard him as a friend and have never considered making him my subordinate..."
"Then that's fine!" Kaido rudely cut Shanks off. "Then this has nothing to do with you from now on. What happens between Ronglin and me is none of your concern. Just stand aside and watch."
Bzzz! The sword in Shanks's hand trembled, letting out a clear ring. "Clearly, you haven't seen the situation for what it is. You no longer have the right or the means to