"This man's physique is completely different from what he appears to be."
"He looks mentally impaired, but that strength of his really can't be underestimated."
"Whitebeard's son? I don't recall ever hearing that Whitebeard had a son."
Zephyr kicked Weevil away. The long blade he had seized was snatched back by Weevil, and Zephyr had heard the conversation between mother and son. He simply had not taken it to heart.
Whitebeard's son?!
Whitebeard had far too many sons.
But seeing Weevil suffer no real injury after taking two heavy blows from him, Zephyr changed his mind. He may have misunderstood earlier. What they meant was that Weevil was Whitebeard's biological son, not an "adopted son" like Marco and the others.
Silently studying Weevil's appearance, Zephyr truly could not see any trace of Whitebeard in that face. However, Weevil's sturdy body and powerful physique might indeed have inherited Whitebeard's bloodline.
That discovery made Zephyr's expression grow even grimmer.
A young man like this, along with an old hag like Buckingham.
He had truly run into a huge problem.
"Kyakyakya, Weevil, you're right. You're Whitebeard's son. In this world, nobody's physique can compare to yours."
"The same blood as Whitebeard's flows through your body!"
"Hurry up and kill this guy. He's your father's enemy!"
Buckingham showed no intention of acting. With her hands clasped behind her back, she carefully guided her son. The surrounding Marines exchanged looks. Though they had received no further orders from Zephyr, the young men swiftly shared a glance and silently aimed their guns at Buckingham.
In their eyes, that short, decrepit old hag before them might just be the opening they needed.
Bang bang bang bang!!
Dense gunfire rang out across the deck as the Marines raised their guns and fired.
MISS Buckingham, standing within the Marines'