"Roar roar~"
"This is great! Dressrosa!"
"I never expected there to be a place like this outside the territories controlled by our Whitebeard Pirates."
On the bustling streets, Marco looked at the passing pedestrians and shouted excitedly.
His voice drew the attention of those nearby. Some pedestrians recognized Whitebeard and quickly lowered their heads, hastening their steps for fear of catching the Whitebeard Pirates' attention.
"Mm."
"An interesting place."
"Gurararara!"
Whitebeard laughed, looking quite pleased himself. The Whitebeard Pirates had traveled through countless places in the New World. It was not as though they had never seen prosperous, lively towns before, but compared to other places, Dressrosa had far more places for entertainment.
"I heard there's an arena here? You can watch warriors fight. Sounds pretty interesting. Pops, want to go take a look?"
Thinking of something, Marco stood beside Whitebeard and asked eagerly.
"You youngsters can go have fun."
"As for me..."
"I'll wait for you there."
As he spoke, Whitebeard turned his head toward a tavern beside the street. Marco and the others followed his gaze and found that it was actually a bar, their faces immediately showing expressions of "just as expected."
"Pops, we'll be going first!" Marco could barely contain himself. He called out hurriedly and ran off toward the arena.
"Hey! Don't cause trouble! This isn't our territory!"
Seeing Marco run off, Satch quickly reminded him. He was somewhat older than Marco and had long regarded Marco as his younger brother.
"Let him go. Marco knows his limits."
"You lot don't need to keep this old man company either. Go have fun if you want."
"Gurararara..." Whitebeard waved at the crew, then took hold of his long blade and walked into the tavern by the street. Seeing Whitebeard leave, everyone immediately cheered and scattered in