Across the vast sea, an inexplicably oppressive atmosphere surged back like a raging tide.
A tense, drawn-sword feeling began to rise.
At that instant, it was as if an invisible hand had seized everyone's hearts in a death grip.
Whether it was the commanders and subordinate captains of the Whitebeard Pirates—
Or the members of the Big Mom Pirates, all of them tightened their expressions and assumed stances ready for battle at any moment.
Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Red-Haired Shanks helplessly rubbed the tip of his nose. "All right, you don't need to act like you're about to fight the moment you meet. Give me some face and hear me out first."
"If you still want to fight after hearing what I have to say, I won't stop you."
Having said that, Red-Haired Shanks swept his gaze around. When he saw that Whitebeard and Charlotte Linlin remained composed and had not immediately started fighting, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Whitebeard, Charlotte Linlin, you both came here for Laugh Tale. If you start fighting here, I'm afraid only one of you will leave this place." Red-Haired Shanks spoke in a grave voice.
"Even if one of you does leave, you'll likely be severely wounded. When that happens, what right will you have to compete for control of Laugh Tale?"
"As pirates, conflicts happen all the time. Your biggest disagreement right now is merely because the Big Mom Pirates announced an alliance with the Blackbeard Pirates not long ago."
"Blackbeard isn't here now. Our goal is to cross this sea. As for whether you'll continue fighting after crossing it, I absolutely won't interfere."
"Laugh Tale is already within reach. Are you really willing to give up the chance to see its true face?"
His lengthy words scattered through