Watching Whitebeard casually reveal an amusing anecdote from the old Rocks Pirates, the people present could not help but break out in cold sweat.
In their eyes, this secret was certainly fresh and intriguing.
However, if word of it got out, what awaited them would be the pursuit of two Emperors of the Sea.
"Haha, I'll pretend I never heard what you said, Whitebeard." Red-Haired Shanks laughed. "This time, I've taken care of what I came here to do. Now, let's see which direction this sea will head in. I just hope those guys don't go too crazy."
After saying that, Red-Haired Shanks waved his hand, turned, and left first.
Benn Beckman and the others quickly followed after him.
Watching this, the commanders present did not relax. Instead, their expressions became even more solemn.
They instinctively looked toward Whitebeard, whose expression remained unchanged.
Red-Haired Shanks had not been wrong in what he said earlier.
Whitebeard's response had also been calm and casual.
However, if they really had to choose someone to succeed Whitebeard at a time like this, it would feel deeply disrespectful.
Moreover, among all the commanders, Marco was like their eldest brother.
They had accepted Ace's joining.
But compared to Marco, they were more inclined toward the latter.
Yet when they thought of Ace's identity as the Pirate King's biological son, along with the strength and combat talent he had displayed during this time, they found themselves wavering.
As for whether anyone else had considered inheriting Whitebeard's position, the answer was obviously no.
"Alright, there's no need for everyone to be so tense. This old man isn't dead yet. That issue was only brought up to shut that brat Red-Haired Shanks up for now." Whitebeard, once again covered in IV tubes, said in a deep voice.
"Still, he