Chapter 382: Whitebeard, I Thought You Were Different from Other Pirates, but I Was Wrong.
"Pirates really are narrow-minded. You lack the spirit to care about the whole world. In the end, Gol D. Roger is the only one I can respect."
As he launched himself into the air with Geppo, he looked back and left one final remark. "The next time we meet, I won't drink with you again, because I'll throw you into-"
"Impel Down." Whitebeard stood frozen in place, his eyes fixed on Mu Chen's retreating back, his fingers whitening around his wine bowl.
Only the sea breeze and the waves could be heard aboard the Moby Dick.
Mu Chen's final two remarks had shaken him deeply. He had never considered the things Mu Chen spoke of. In his eyes, there had only ever been his sons.
"Pops?" Marco ventured. He had never seen Pops look so shaken.
As one of the crew members who had spent the longest time with Whitebeard, he had seen Pops laugh and roar countless times, but he had never seen this almost defeated expression.
"That brat's too arrogant! How dare he!"
"Pops, don't listen to him!"
"Mu Chen, that bastard's too full of himself! I won't let him off next time!"
Every member of the Whitebeard Pirates was bristling with indignation.
"Enough!"
Whitebeard's roar made the deck vibrate, and the aftershocks of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit overturned several barrels of strong liquor.
He staggered and braced himself against his chair, his massive body casting a wavering shadow in the setting sun.
"He's right. What right do we pirates have?"
His words broke off abruptly. The old pirate tilted his head back and took a gulp of liquor, his Adam's apple bobbing hard. In the distance, the lights of a Marine warship gradually