"Pops, I also think Ace and Marco are right."
"Pops, me too..."
Watching the situation instantly become one-sided, Whitebeard's expression darkened. He grabbed the sake jug Red-Haired Shanks had left behind and snorted.
"Hmph, you really have turned against me. I'm done meddling in this. Do whatever the hell you want!"
After throwing out those words, Whitebeard dragged his massive body around and walked straight into the cabin.
Faced with Whitebeard's stubbornness, the captains exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.
Marco secretly breathed a sigh of relief as well. He patted Ace on the shoulder and said, "This time, it was fortunate you couldn't hold back. Pops is old now, and his physical condition is no longer at its peak. If someone really took advantage of that, I'm afraid plenty of people would kick the Whitebeard Pirates while they were down."
As the Whitebeard Pirates' ship doctor with the greatest medical skill, and someone who possessed the special healing ability of the blue flames of the Mythical Zoan Phoenix, Marco knew Whitebeard's condition better than anyone.
Even in his daily life, Whitebeard often needed injections to suppress his old injuries and regulate his physical condition.
If war truly broke out, then even if they managed to win in the end, Whitebeard's body would collapse after barely holding on.
Marco absolutely did not want to see that happen.
"Brother Marco, you're making fun of me." Ace gave a bitter smile. "Just now, I was still fantasizing about competing with Uchiha Qin Yu. I never expected that he had already beheaded Kaido of the Beasts, someone who stood shoulder to shoulder with Pops. I was the one who oversimplified things. I'm not the only one improving in this world."
Thinking of how, just moments ago, he had arrogantly planned to stand on