"First Division Commander, Marco the Phoenix!"
"Third Division Commander, Diamond Jozu!"
"And Flower Sword Vista... Other than Thatch, all fourteen commanders of the Whitebeard Pirates' main force are here!"
Along the harbor, a Marine Headquarters colonel lowered his telescope, his voice trembling with tension. "And on the right... aboard that ghost ship are Kaido of the Beasts Pirates and his Three Calamities!"
Thud, thud, thud... Kaido's massive body strode step by step to the front of the deck. With his arms folded and no expression on his face, he surveyed the plaza before him. Behind him, Plague Queen, Drought Sena, and the recently recruited King the Conflagration followed closely, standing in a row.
"As for the ship on the left, the one standing on its deck is..."
Once he saw that figure clearly, the Marine Headquarters colonel's pupils suddenly contracted, and he cried out, "...Patrick Redfield! That bastard is actually still alive!"
Patrick Redfield?
Many young Marines nearby did not understand why their superior had lost his composure so badly. They looked at the figure in confusion.
The man was an old white-haired fellow, thin and wiry, dressed in burgundy clothes, wearing black leather shoes trimmed with gold, and draped in a broad blood-red cape.
Seeing so many Marines focusing their gazes on him, the old man's lips curled slightly. He licked the corner of his mouth and revealed a cold, sinister smile.
"Patrick Redfield."
An elderly Giants vice admiral spoke in a grave voice. "Do not underestimate that old man! He was a great pirate from Roger's era, known as Red the Aloof! He was extraordinarily powerful. Back then, he alone stood on equal footing with Roger and Whitebeard!"
He had stood shoulder to shoulder with Roger and Whitebeard?
Many young Marines who had never lived through the old