As Marco's orders were issued in an orderly fashion, three massive Moby Dicks, carrying large numbers of pirates, departed.
Only the last pirate ship remained in place, with Marco and the other commanders standing guard aboard it.
After they had finished all this, pirate ships rapidly approached from the distant horizon.
The pirate flag fluttering in the wind grew increasingly clear.
As he watched the sharply featured figure standing at the front of the deck, the laziness on Marco's face faded slightly as he said, "Brothers, prepare to welcome our distinguished guests. Before we find out why he's here, don't make any rash moves!"
Bang!
Red-Haired Shanks took a great stride, and his entire body vanished from where he stood like a ghost.
By the time everyone reacted, Shanks had already landed beside Marco.
"Marco, we meet again. Interested in coming aboard my ship?" Red-Haired Shanks asked with a warm smile, dragging a huge sake jug behind him.
The moment those words fell, the atmosphere changed at once.
In the eyes of most people, for Red-Haired Shanks to make such an invitation openly on Whitebeard Pirates territory
was undoubtedly a sign that he had no regard for Whitebeard.
However, when Marco saw this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His usual lazy demeanor returned as he said, "Red-Hair, you're still the same. You've been asking me that for twenty years."
"But my answer is still the same. This is Pops' era, and I want to support him properly!"
"I want to know why you're here!"
Marco knew Red-Haired Shanks' personality well after being old rivals for decades.
If Shanks had not extended that invitation this time, Marco would have found it strange instead.
"Why?" Shanks smiled and gave Marco another look. Then his gaze suddenly shifted to Ace, and