At that moment, Whitebeard laughed so hard he slapped his thigh, making the pebbles on the beach jump. He completely failed to notice Mu Chen's darkened expression.
Mu Chen rolled his eyes and brushed the sand off his pants. "That old geezer is good, my ass! Didn't you see the way Ace was looking at me? It was like he wanted to roast me into a turkey! And you can still laugh?"
Mu Chen was utterly speechless. Being the bad guy really felt terrible, and Whitebeard could actually laugh about it.
Whitebeard reined in his laughter, his gaze turning more serious. "If he truly felt nothing toward you, that would mean the brat had no conscience!"
He paused and looked around before abruptly changing the subject. "This crappy island has nothing but sand and rocks. Are you planning to keep me hidden here forever?"
Hearing that, Mu Chen smacked his forehead in irritation. "Where you go is none of my damn business! What, after bringing you back to life, I have to provide your food and drink too?"
"You're one of the Four Emperors. Don't you have some kind of secret base?"
Mu Chen really had not thought about where to place Whitebeard. He was not here to clean up other people's messes, and did a Four Emperor even need him to make arrangements?
Whitebeard responded with an indifferent look. "I don't care. I used to stay aboard the Moby Dick. Where would I get a secret base? Wherever my sons are, that's where I belong."
Mu Chen suddenly wanted to slap Whitebeard across the face. Mu Chen, you really found yourself a living father to look after. What kind of mess is this?
But after thinking it over, perhaps he could send Whitebeard to Kamabakka Kingdom. It was now