The Azure Dragon Who Vanished Ten Years Ago

Although a series of completely baffling events had occurred.

There was one thing everyone could see clearly—their captain had been slapped away.

The faces of the Red Hair Pirates darkened at the same time. The relaxed atmosphere from moments ago vanished completely, leaving only suffocating fury in the air.

Some silently gripped their sword hilts, veins bulging on the backs of their hands.

Some curled their fingers around their gun grips, their knuckles turning white.

Some stepped forward, their killing intent completely undisguised.

No matter what had happened, no matter who the other side was.

Since he had struck their captain, he was an enemy. There was no need to think about it.

At that moment.

"Don't move."

Beckman's voice rang out, like a heavy stone crushing down on everyone's movements.

Everyone froze in surprise.

Beckman did not turn around. He merely stared fixedly ahead.

At the man standing before them as though nothing had happened.

He slowly drew a breath, his chest rising slightly.

That scene kept replaying in his mind.

The image of that finger catching Shanks's slash, combined with all the information from before: "Calling Garp big brother," "Shanks's shock," "Rock"...

Beckman had already guessed the man's identity and reached a conclusion in his heart.

—If they made a move, they would all die, and it would be a meaningless death.

"Go find the captain first."

He spoke in a low voice.

"Move!"

Beckman stepped forward, and the others immediately followed. Their footsteps abruptly became hurried.

"Tap, tap, tap—!"

The group rushed straight out of the tavern, sprinting toward where Shanks had fallen!

As they brushed past him, Rock merely said casually.

"Smart, Beckman."

His tone was calm, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

"But—"

He sounded as though he were offering a reminder, or perhaps making