Let us turn our attention back to Chaos Island.
Shanks had taken CP9's trouble onto his own shoulders for Benn Beckman like a real man. Others might have been somewhat wary when facing this government agent organization, but to Shanks, it was nothing more than a minor matter.
What he had inherited was not only Roger's straw hat, but also his ideals and way of doing things. Roger's greatest trait was that he never cared who his opponent was. As long as they dared stand in his way, as long as they dared hurt his companions, he would knock them all down with a punch.
"Wait, their strength is beyond that of ordinary people. Let me handle this." Benn Beckman said in a low voice. No matter how cold and distant he acted, Shanks's actions still moved him somewhat.
It gave him a long-lost feeling of warmth, and the word "companion" unconsciously flashed through his mind.
"Don't worry, I'm very strong. As long as Warring States Period and Garp from the Navy aren't the ones coming, I can handle anyone else for now." Shanks said with a confident smile.
The two CP9 rear admirals snorted coldly. "Since you're looking to die, we'll grant your wish."
A new battle began once more, but this time, it was a one-sided slaughter!
Just as Shanks was recruiting underlings, a small boat outside Chaos Island was swiftly cutting through the waves toward the island.
Unlike the battered little boat Shanks had arrived in, this vessel had clearly undergone special modifications. Just from its appearance, it gave off an exceptionally sturdy impression; even ordinary wind and waves probably could not shake it.
A figure dressed in black stood on the boat, a pitch-black greatsword strapped to his back. Even beneath the sunlight, it glimmered