Weevil's Great Display of Power

A small-to-medium-sized pirate ship brazenly barged onto an island under the protection of the Whitebeard Pirates.

"Mom, is this really the inheritance Pops left for me?"

The simple-minded Edward Weevil had a trail of snot hanging from his nose. With vacant, foolish eyes, he innocently looked at his tiny mother.

Though Weevil's body was thick and bloated, he possessed the same immense strength Whitebeard Newgate had in his youth.

Weevil's legs were very thin—a classic case of training the upper body but neglecting the legs.

His long golden hair cascaded down to his legs like a cape, while the hair at his temples was braided into two golden plaits.

He bore three shocking scars on his body, as though his left arm and head had been stitched on.

His most obvious feature, of course, was his crescent-shaped white mustache, even longer than Whitebeard Newgate's.

"Of course! You're Whitebeard's biological son. You're the true heir to all this inheritance!"

"That bastard Fire Fist Ace is only Roger's son, and he even got your father killed. He has no right to inherit the Whitebeard Pirates!"

"Kill him! You'll be the new captain of the Whitebeard Pirates and the heir to all of Whitebeard's territories!"

Miss Bakkin loudly shouted at Weevil, even pulling out a photograph of Whitebeard for him to compare.

"I really do look just like Pops, like I'm looking in a mirror. We look so alike."

As Weevil stared at Whitebeard's photograph with his dull eyes, he only noticed the white crescent mustache identical to his own. His eyes immediately lit up.

"That's right. You're your father's biological son, so naturally you look exactly alike."

"Come on. Let's take back your father's inheritance from Fire Fist Ace and Marco the Phoenix!"

Miss Bakkin slammed her cane down, prompting Weevil to