How Fortunate It Was to Invite Lin Yan

Whitebeard closed his eyes.

Then he suddenly opened them.

The Marines were declaring war.

How could they possibly refuse?

Whitebeard pulled out all the IV tubes from his body, a sharp gleam flashing in his piercing eyes.

"Gurararara! If the enemy sees me looking so sickly, won't I become a laughingstock?"

"Marco, Jozu, gather the forty-three affiliated pirate crews!"

"Set out at dawn tomorrow!"

As his words fell,

a terrifying aura erupted from Whitebeard.

His dignified, imposing presence spread outward.

The division commanders watched this scene, their eyes filled with admiration and reverence.

This was...

This was...

This was the man who had once stood at the pinnacle of the New World—the strongest man in the world, their father, Whitebeard!

Marines.

Were you ready to welcome us?

Zephyr sat silently in a corner.

His gaze shifted away from Whitebeard.

Then it fell upon Lin Yan.

His eyes held appreciation.

He had not expected

this division commander of theirs

to possess such a rare quality!

Still,

when he thought of his own circumstances,

Zephyr could not help feeling gloomy.

He had devoted so many years of his life to the Marines.

He had only just left the Marines not long ago,

yet now he was about to confront them head-on.

Although he had been deeply disappointed in the Marines,

when all was said and done,

he had once been one of them.

To become enemies with the Marines...

At the very least,

Zephyr could not make a move!

With a sigh,

he did not know what to do either!

Seventeenth Division.

Lin Yan sat in his office.

Before him

were Zephyr, Issho, Ryokugyu, and the little secretary Ain.

Lin Yan lightly tapped the table with one hand and said softly, "You should all know by now, right? We're going to war