He knew the Marines would never let Roger's bloodline go. What was more, Ace had been Whitebeard's Second Division Commander. He had learned that much from Teach.
But what he could not understand was how Teach had found out. After all, only his own old man, Whitebeard, Marco, and a few others knew about it, along with Mu Chen and Garp. So either Marco and the others had accidentally let it slip, or Teach had overheard it.
Mu Chen leaned against the railing, watching the waves roll in the distance. "Keep him locked up for now."
He paused, then added, "At least until I find the right opportunity, you'll have to stay there."
"The right opportunity?"
"What are you planning to do?"
Ace immediately seized on the key phrase and pressed him for an answer.
Mu Chen had already worked out his plan. He just needed to find Whitebeard first.
As for whether Whitebeard would agree, Mu Chen believed that he definitely would.
But he still did not want to reveal anything to Ace. Ace was still young, after all. If he learned of the plan, he would probably have trouble accepting something that should have been done long ago.
Ace looked into Mu Chen's deep eyes and suddenly recalled how Mu Chen had gripped Teach by the throat earlier. He knew Mu Chen would not deceive him, so he nodded and did not ask any further questions.
Meanwhile, behind the reef, the Blackbeard Pirates' small boat had already sailed far away. Teach suddenly slammed a fist onto the deck. With a crack, the thick planks split with spiderweb-like fractures.
Lafitte, the captain, jumped in fright and hurried forward to support him, only to be forced back by Teach's vicious glare.
Teach's chest heaved violently. His dislocated right arm still