Whitebeard took the newspaper, skimmed it, and tossed it back.
"It was only a matter of time before that guy got caught!"
Then his tone shifted. "I just didn't expect it to happen this soon."
The man had come to see him not long ago. Who would have thought that just a few days later, he would read news like this in the paper?
It gave Whitebeard a surreal feeling, as though he were dreaming.
"Pops, do you think what it says here is true?
Could Golden Lion really have been beaten by a Marine rookie?"
Marco frowned as he looked at Randall's photograph.
Instinctively, he refused to believe it.
"Who knows? I'd have to see him in person to tell. Glug, glug, glug..."
Whitebeard took a swig of liquor.
"That brat probably wouldn't even have the guts to stand in front of you, Pops!"
Jozu spoke as he looked at that far-too-young face.
His remark drew a chorus of agreement.
For a while, the ship was filled with merriment, but hardly anyone took Randall seriously.
Even Whitebeard showed little interest. After all, he had already seen the state Golden Lion had been in.
Defeating Golden Lion in that condition was nothing worth paying attention to.
Whole Cake Island, in the New World.
This was the territory of the great pirate Charlotte Linlin.
As its name suggested, Whole Cake Island was an island made of cake, with a cloyingly sweet scent filling the air.
At that moment, the great pirate with a bounty in the billions was stuffing desserts into her mouth like a greedy child.
She swallowed a doughnut more than a meter across in a single bite.
"Mama, take a look at this."
A tall man whose mouth was hidden beneath layers of scarves pushed the door