The Miserable End of an Honest Man (24)

"Get lost!"

A drizzle of blood rained down on Squard's face. Looking at the long, narrow gash left across Whitebeard's back, his heart trembled.

Struggling free from Ron behind him, Squard's face twisted into a few sickly smiles.

"I... I did it?!"

"I killed Whitebeard!!!"

Everyone knew that Whitebeard had never borne a single scar on his back.

No matter what situation he faced, he always swept aside his opponents with invincible force from the front before calmly turning away.

But today, there was an extra scar on his back!

The scars on his front came from enemies, while the scar on his back... came from family!

"Pops!!"

Noticing this, Marco cried out in grief.

Kizaru took the chance to kick him away. Landing on higher ground, he looked back and smacked his lips. "Well, with those two plotting together, success was only natural, wasn't it?"

Thinking of the person who had proposed this scheme, Kizaru could not help shivering.

"Seriously, what a terrifying guy."

"Urgh...!!"

A mouthful of clotted blood sprayed from Whitebeard's mouth as the blade pulled free from his shoulder.

At the critical moment, he had twisted his body and bought time with the hardness of his ribs, letting the edge scrape over bone rather than slice deeper into his organs.

Even so, Whitebeard had been seriously injured.

At that moment, there was only one question in his heart...

"Why?! Squard!"

Why had his family, his son, stabbed him in the back?

"D-Don't play dumb!!"

Snapped awake by Whitebeard's words, Squard waved his long blade in self-abandonment. Like a rabid barking dog, drool hung from the corner of his mouth.

"You lied to us, Whitebeard!"

Squard looked at him with thirty percent fear and seventy percent rage, then suddenly raised a hand and pointed toward the execution