The Appearance of the Whitebeard Pirates

On the execution platform, Sengoku continued to enumerate Ace's "sinful lineage," emphasizing the importance of this execution and the positive significance it would bring to the world.

However, most of the Shichibukai had already stopped paying attention to that side.

The Empress cautiously moved a few steps closer to Zhu Mang, leaned down slightly, and whispered, "Hey, how did you know what was going to happen next?"

"I'm not 'hey,' I'm Chu... forget it, you wouldn't understand anyway. But I know plenty of things. Want to have a deep exchange with me?" Seeing the Empress's cautious yet slightly flushed appearance as she leaned in, Zhu Mang couldn't help but want to tease her.

It had to be said that with the backing of her power and status, even setting aside the special abilities brought by the Mero Mero no Mi, she remained incredibly charming.

Whether she could be considered the most beautiful woman in the pirate world, he didn't know; after all, Zhu Mang hadn't seen many of the famous female characters from the original work yet.

But she was significantly more charming than any of the celebrities or the like that Zhu Mang had seen in his previous life.

The Empress's face flushed even redder at these words, feeling both shy and annoyed.

This kind of direct, flirtatious approach...

It wasn't as if she hadn't seen lecherous men before; on the contrary, she had seen far too many.

Ninety-nine percent of the pirates on the sea were rough, reckless brutes.

There were countless men who coveted her beauty, attacked her pirate ship, and wanted to capture her to be their trophy wife.

Even after becoming one of the Shichibukai, such incidents had only decreased, never ceased.

The pirate world was never short of audacious villains.

However, when faced with such beings, she had always adopted a policy of exterminating them completely.

Without exception!

But this man before her was different.

He was powerful, mysterious, and although short in stature, his body was sturdy and solid, his face resolute, and he radiated a fierce and confident aura at every moment.

Most importantly, she couldn't beat him!

She could only bite her lip in secret, forcing herself to ignore the flirtatious content and play to the strengths of her beauty: "Then what else do you know, hmm~"

"Ugh..." Zhu Mang watched her affected, coy behavior in silence and retorted, "I feel like you're more pleasing to the eye when you're yourself. You know you aren't good at acting cute or pretending to be arrogant, right? When you act cute, or when you lift your chin to look down on people, it just gives off a... cringeworthy feeling that makes my skin crawl."

The Empress froze in place.

She felt a bit broken.

"You, you..." She straightened up, her almond eyes wide, her beautiful brows arched high, looking absolutely furious.

"Hey, you look much better now, though it's a bit too 'fierce'," Zhu Mang remarked, looking at the two "clouds blocking the sky" before him.

Due to the height difference and the fact that the Empress had been very close to him while speaking, now that she had straightened up, her two massive assets—which would make any man lose his heart—were pressed right near Zhu Mang's forehead. He could even clearly see the faint veins and a hint of a blush on them.

"Hmph! Filthy man, you like looking, don't you?" The Empress sneered. "This Concubine has seen plenty of filthy men like you on the sea! Greedy, lecherous, vulgar!"

"You're right, I am a vulgar person, and being lecherous is a man's nature. As for being greedy... if I wanted to, I could acquire the most wealth in this world in a very short time, but I'm too lazy to do so," Zhu Mang said casually, not refuting her words at all.

Before he transmigrated, he was just an ordinary person.

After transmigrating to the Dragon Ball world, he only thought about escaping Planet Vegeta to get stronger and save his life, or finding a planet to rule as a local tyrant.

To put it bluntly, it was all for the sake of enjoyment.

And now that he had transmigrated again into the world of pirates, you want him to be a saint?

Wouldn't that make his transmigration pointless?

If that were the case, he might as well have died back in the Dragon Ball world!

He only did three things in the pirate world.

Enjoy, enjoy, and goddamn enjoy!

The Empress was completely choked by Zhu Mang's statement; she had no idea how to refute him.

No one had ever spoken to her like this before.

"As for what I know..."

Zhu Mang looked toward the bay.

The Empress, Doflamingo, and Hawkeye followed his gaze.

Hum— hum—

Hum— hum—

A low-frequency vibration crawled up their shoes through the ground, and fine, concentric ripples began to appear on the surface of the sea.

BOOM!

A massive white whale figurehead, encased in a translucent bubble membrane, leaped out from the seawater. The ocean was instantly pushed away in all directions, and huge waves crashed against the shore, making the air seem to thicken.

The shadows across the entire bay distorted for a fleeting moment.

"That is... Whitebeard's flagship—the Moby Dick!" Doflamingo's voice was filled with shock.

He hadn't expected the Whitebeard Pirates to appear in such a manner, nor had he expected that Gebinz could once again predict what was about to happen as if he were a prophet.

Could this be Observation Haki?

It was said that Katakuri, the leader of the Big Mom Pirates' Sweet Four Commanders, possessed top-tier Observation Haki, capable even of briefly foreseeing the future.

However, Doflamingo had always assumed this was merely a rumor spread by Katakuri's younger siblings, who were infatuated with their brother out of pure adoration.

He felt his own Observation Haki was quite decent, but foreseeing the future... honestly, he could not even imagine that Observation Haki was capable of such a feat.

Yet now, as Lord Gebinz displayed this ability time and time again, he was forced to reconsider that rumor.

--Wooooo!!!

A piercing alarm echoed throughout all of Marineford in an instant.

The four massive flagship vessels of the Whitebeard Pirates emerged from the sea one after another, forming a cross-shaped formation with their sterns facing inward to confront the Navy's encirclement of the crescent-shaped harbor.

Such a massive movement had naturally drawn the full attention of the Navy long ago.

As the alarm sounded, the giant vice admirals in the front row tensed their shoulders, their muscles bulging slightly as they prepared for action.

Soldiers in the plaza began to assemble for battle under the leadership of their respective squadron commanders.

All the surrounding artillery batteries adjusted their elevation angles simultaneously, the bronze barrels and mounts grinding together with a teeth-aching screech.

In the rear, medical teams rushed about, pushing carts overflowing with bandages.

Below the execution platform, the previously relaxed postures of Aokiji and Kizaru, two of the three admirals, immediately straightened.

Akainu, standing at attention, tilted his head slightly, his sharp eyes shooting flames of fury from beneath the brim of his military cap, fixed directly upon the Whitebeard Pirates' warships in the harbor.

He seemed unable to wait a moment longer to unleash the rage he had been bottling up!