Whitebeard: What, Rosha Wants to Steal My Son?!

Not long afterward, the Moby Dick docked at a nameless deserted island. Xia Luo and Whitebeard went ashore one after the other, while everyone from the Whitebeard Pirates remained aboard the ship.

Before disembarking, Xia Luo glanced back, his gaze landing directly on a chubby little dark-skinned boy with an honest-looking face among the crowd.

So it really was you, Blackbeard, Marshall D. Teach!

No, to be precise, Rocks D. Teach!

The only son of the legendary pirate Rocks, a dark and ambitious schemer completely unlike his father.

Perhaps witnessing his parents' deaths, the destruction of his homeland, and then wandering alone for nearly ten years had shaped his personality.

As the saying went, never urge others toward kindness when you had not endured their suffering. Xia Luo could not fairly judge Blackbeard's character.

But given his relationship with Whitebeard, he could not pretend he knew nothing.

Night gradually swallowed the figures of Xia Luo and Whitebeard.

The cool evening breeze brushed against their faces, dispersing the lingering effects of the alcohol.

The two made their way to the other end of the island. Waves continuously crashed against the cliffs, sending spray flying as the water roared.

Whitebeard spoke up. "Gurararara, Rosha, you can tell me now, can't you? What could be so mysterious that you had to hide it even from my sons?"

Observation Haki enveloped the entire island. After confirming that no one else was around, Xia Luo's expression turned solemn as he slowly said, "Brother Whitebeard, regarding Teach, the son you took in not long ago—how well do you know him? How much do you know?"

Boom!

The moment those words fell, Whitebeard's eyes flashed like lightning. The aura within him erupted uncontrollably, and a crushing pressure surged toward Xia Luo.

"Why are you asking about that?