While a fateful encounter was taking place on Angel Island, things were also happening in the sea tens of thousands of meters below the island.
The New World, the waters where the Whitebeard Pirates were stationed.
At dawn, while most of the Whitebeard Pirates were still lost in drunken dreams after last night's banquet, a miserable scream jolted everyone in the Whitebeard Pirates awake.
In the captain's cabin, the seventy-two-year-old Whitebeard, Edward Newgate, suddenly felt uneasy and opened his eyes from his sleep.
"What happened?"
He covered his face. Being jolted awake had left his body aching faintly.
Even a monster as powerful as him could not withstand the ravages of age and illness. His body had begun to deteriorate day by day.
At that moment, Marco pushed the door open and rushed in, staring at Whitebeard with a look of terror and panic.
"Pops... something happened..."
On the deck of the Moby Dick.
The atmosphere was terrifyingly quiet at that moment!
Staring at the corpse covered by a white cloth in the middle of the crowd, Whitebeard clenched his fists tightly. Radiating a terrifying aura, he said in a low, pained voice,
"What exactly happened? Who found him first?!"
A minor crewman ran out.
"Pops, it was me... I... When I woke up this morning, I felt a little hungry, so I wanted to go to the kitchen and get something to eat. When I passed by Captain Thatch's room, I smelled blood. I went inside and saw Captain Thatch lying in a pool of blood. He wasn't breathing anymore."
"Boom..."
At that moment, consumed by extreme rage, Whitebeard's Conqueror's Haki spilled uncontrollably from him, and the surrounding air began to turn viscous.
"Marco, have you found the culprit?"
"Well..."
Marco's expression was also gloomy. With pain and