Aboard the Moby Dick.
Whitebeard's expression had never been so grim.
Even the commanders of the Whitebeard Pirates could clearly feel that boundless fury.
Marshall D. Teach, once a member of the Whitebeard Pirates, was now repeatedly provoking the old man's bottom line.
Not only had he killed Thatch, but even the people from the old man's hometown had become his hostages.
Meanwhile, Marco, realizing that he had botched things, pulled out a Den Den Mushi in remorse and confusion, intending to contact Squard and Langba. However, the one who answered him was Catarina Devon, the Crescent Moon Hunter of the Blackbeard Pirates' Great Fleet.
With a mocking look, she pulled the Den Den Mushi that Marco knew all too well from her pocket, then spoke in a shrill, piercing voice.
"Eheeheehee, what is it, Marco, little boy? Why are you calling me? Do you want to spend the night with me?!"
Marco's expression instantly darkened as he asked,
"How did you manage this?"
Squard and Langba might not have been particularly strong, but they were both commanders of the Whitebeard Pirates, each with a bounty of over two hundred million. The two of them working together would not be easy to deal with. On top of that, their pirate crews had so many people. If a battle had broken out, someone would definitely have seen it. So why hadn't he received even the slightest bit of news?
Hearing Marco's words, a smug smile appeared on Catarina Devon's face, and her form began to change rapidly.
From the mayor of Sphinx Island to Squard, then Langba.
Then she explained with a loud laugh,
"That's how I did it. I tricked those fools into the cabins one by one. How laughable—being pirates, yet they had no defenses at all! Those idiots