Chaos blew a smoke ring from his nostrils and rose from the Golden Throne. At just two meters tall, he was a little brother compared to Whitebeard, but he was utterly fearless.
If anything, he was almost exhilarated.
"Gurarara!"
Whitebeard burst into laughter. Facing him, he showed not the slightest fear. Instead, he looked down at Chaos with an arrogant, imperious air. Though he was much shorter, his contempt was unmistakable.
"Be my son!"
The entire hall fell silent. Everyone stared in stunned disbelief, then turned their eyes to Chaos.
"Hahaha!"
Chaos had expected to hear that famous line, but now that he was experiencing it in person, it inexplicably made him a little annoyed.
B, he'd die before letting anyone beat him to number one.
Loud and arrogant—no one could outdo him!
"Newgate, be my subordinate and join me in becoming the most arrogant men in the world!"
Chaos exuded arrogance. Pinching his cigar between two fingers, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Whitebeard with unbridled conceit.
He could lose at anything, except B and arrogance.
That was his persona!
Once more, the hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone stared at Chaos in disbelief, including Sengoku and Lone Red.
The Golden Emperor was openly provoking Whitebeard.
He was practically asking to die!
The difference in their standing was simply too great.
"Gurarara!"
"I like young people who don't know their place!"
"But arrogance comes at a price."
Whitebeard laughed, then looked at Chaos with interest.
He'd seen plenty of brash, imperious young people, but none of them had met a good end.
Still, he liked young people with lofty ambitions and too much pride.
But even Whitebeard had underestimated just how brazen and arrogant Chaos was.
Boom!
A domineering, unrivaled will spread without