Scene 1: A young black-haired brat crawled under the banquet table. While Whitebeard raised his cup and laughed, the little brat pointed a small hand at his beloved wine barrel. The barrel was pierced through, and wine splashed everywhere.
Scene 2: A furious Whitebeard raised his Naginata and chased the brat all over the ship. The brat fled while pulling faces. "Old Man, you cheapskate! I only drank a little of your wine!"
Marco and the others wanted to stop them but did not dare. The whole scene was utter chaos.
Scene 3: The brat grew tired of playing and fell asleep defenselessly against Whitebeard's huge leg, still clutching a piece of stolen meat.
Whitebeard's inner monologue: "Gurararara... That brat who used to cause trouble and steal my wine... who would have thought... he'd grow to this extent... even Linlin... Perhaps the Joy Boy Roger had been waiting for... was someone like him?"
The way he looked toward the stairway was filled with an elder's kindness and hope for the future.
Allen appeared at the stairway and stepped steadily, one step at a time, onto the familiar deck of the Moby Dick.
He had none of Xi Huang's tyrannical aura, none of a powerhouse's overflowing energy.
He looked like the most ordinary young man next door, dressed simply and wearing a gentle smile.
Yet it was precisely this deep-sea-like calmness that made the hearts of every crew member watching him tremble—this was the supreme realm of completely reining in terrifying power and returning to simplicity! The earlier tension had not faded. Instead, it had transformed into even deeper reverence.
Ignoring the curious and awed gazes around him, Allen walked straight toward Whitebeard in the main seat.
His gaze carefully swept over the IV tubes inserted into Whitebeard's body, his loose