Was the world about to change?
Red-Haired Shanks furrowed his brow as he watched Douglas Bullet's rapidly departing figure stride through the air, then let out a helpless sigh.
At the thought of that obsessive battle maniac, practically a madman, really going to pick a fight with the Blood Flag Pirates—
With Bullet acting alone like this, Red-Haired Shanks truly hoped he would still have a chance to come back and declare war on him.
After all, having gone through that battle just now, Red-Haired Shanks had come to clearly understand one thing.
As long as they were someone from the Blood Flag Pirates, whether an old member or a newcomer—
The moment you got serious, you had already lost.
"Captain, what should we do next?" Lucky Roux was the first to ask.
Thinking of those unforgettable scenes that had shattered everything they knew, even the grilled meat he loved most suddenly no longer tasted good.
What should they do?
Red-Haired Shanks came back to his senses. As he felt the urgent gazes directed at him from all around, he hesitated to speak.
Then, in the next moment, he suddenly raised his head and peered toward the far northern horizon.
The instant he saw the enormous black shadow flash through the dense white clouds, his expression changed drastically.
"Captain, looks like you noticed too. That old madman has shown up as well. I thought he'd already turned into a pile of bones somewhere!" Benn Beckman said gravely, exhaling a puff of smoke.
"This sea is already chaotic enough. If that old madman really decides to force his way in at a time like this, it'll probably speed up the collapse of this era. Even the World Government likely won't be able to sit idly by."
Seeing Benn Beckman launch into