Go see Whitebeard?
The moment those words fell, even Benn Beckman's expression changed drastically.
Taking a deep drag on his cigarette, he urgently pressed, "Captain, are you really going to take things that far?"
"If you do, I'm afraid you'll become the target of everyone."
As the Red Hair Pirates' top strategist, Benn Beckman knew exactly what Red-Haired Shanks was planning.
If the plan went well, it would naturally be ideal. But if it went badly...
The World Government controlled by the Five Elders would likely be the first to declare war on the Red Hair Pirates.
By then, the other Four Emperors would certainly not pass up the chance to kick Red-Haired Shanks while he was down, especially since he was so fond of demanding face.
For a moment, an inexplicable sense of oppression settled over the vast beach.
Feeling the change in everyone's expressions, Red-Haired Shanks smiled and brushed the dust off himself. "Benn Beckman, don't make such a fuss. It's only a hypothetical. Besides, that Whitebeard still has the ambitions of a great tyrant."
"If I want him to agree to my proposal, the chances of success are less than ten percent."
"Still, there's something I need to confirm, so I plan to make the trip myself. If it works out, perhaps I can buy these seas a few more days of peace."
As he spoke, Red-Haired Shanks' only remaining right hand settled on his sword hilt again, and a rare seriousness crept onto his face. "It's getting late. The banquet ends here. It's time for us to set sail."
With that, Red-Haired Shanks did not linger and took the lead in leaving.
Though the others still felt that the banquet had ended too soon, once they thought of Red-Haired Shanks' reason for meeting Whitebeard, their nerves