"But this is the Moby Dick."
That man wouldn't really be bold enough to come here and rescue his subordinate, would he?
The thought eased Marco's mind.
"And besides..."
He looked up at the imposing figure before him and smiled again.
"Pops."
"He's still in his prime!"
If anyone knew the strength of the World's Strongest Man, it was the sons who fought at his side.
When Whitebeard, still in his prime, unleashed his full power in anger, the force could make the entire world tremble.
Whitebeard glanced down at Crocodile and chuckled. He lifted his fishing rod, pulling Crocodile's head above the water. Crocodile immediately gulped down air.
Fury filled Crocodile's face. Several ribs were broken, and his internal organs had been battered, but there was nothing he could do except endure it.
"A marine Roger once mentioned."
"If you dare come, let me see what kind of power you really have!"
Whitebeard smiled faintly, his eyes narrowing.
West Blue, the new headquarters.
Xia Le was swamped. As his marine force grew, so did the work crossing his desk.
The finances and inventories of Vegapunk's Experimental Base, countless transactions, West Blue's Mafia organizations, assignments for every branch, Ohara—the list went on.
He suddenly understood why so many emperors in ancient China had died young.
When handling state affairs consumed every waking hour and left barely any time to move or sleep, how could they not die young?
Worse, much of this work was too sensitive to leave to Ivy. He had to handle it himself.
"Superior Officer Xia Le."
Hurried footsteps approached. The office door flew open, and Ivy rushed in, pale and visibly shaken.
"Something terrible has happened!"
Xia Le looked up with a slight frown. "What is it?"
"Crocodile's been captured!"
Ivy drew a deep breath,