Farewell, Tom the Fish-Man

"Boss Franky, this is my first time even knowing about this place." Zambai craned his neck and looked around, his face full of curiosity.

They had always operated on Scrap Island.

However, they rarely ventured into the deepest parts of Scrap Island.

After all, they worked dismantling ships. The ships they needed were either seized or newly delivered to the outskirts of Scrap Island.

So they had never had the spare time to venture into the depths of the island.

As for whether there were graves inside, they truly had no idea.

"Shut up. Can't you see Boss Franky is in a heavy mood? No one will think you're mute if you don't speak." Kop shot Zambai a glare, making him obediently close his mouth.

After all, anyone could sense that as they went deeper into Scrap Island, Franky's expression grew increasingly grave.

"Looks like you came at the wrong time today. There's someone up ahead," Qin Yu said calmly, raising an eyebrow.

Someone?

Franky could not fathom Qin Yu's seemingly prophetic abilities.

However, he knew very well that only a handful of people would come to such a rundown place.

And over the years, he had figured out who those people were.

"Franky, this isn't a place you can come to. Get the hell out!" A deep voice suddenly rang out from the clearing beyond the ruins.

At the sight of the figure who suddenly appeared, Zambai and Kop froze.

Their muscles outweighed their brains.

But Iceburg, now the mayor of Water Seven and owner of Galley-La Company, had actually appeared at the grave of Franky's teacher.

They could not help shouting angrily, "Iceburg, you may not like Boss Franky, but you actually dared lay hands on Mr. Tom's grave? That's utterly shameless!"

"For Boss Franky's memories, we'll definitely