"Gurararara! Not only is he as crazy as Rocks, he's even stupider!"
Whitebeard had not been drinking long, but he was already a little tipsy.
He would never live under someone else's roof again in this life, much less serve as anyone's right-hand man.
That sort of life was far too dull.
After eating and drinking their fill, the Whitebeard Pirates left early in the morning, taking along the remnants of the Golden Lion Pirates who refused to submit.
A day and a night passed.
The volcanic eruption had long since subsided. Unfortunately, it had never had much of a presence, and no one cared about it at all.
It had served purely as a backdrop for their banquet.
Escorted by several large ships, the Moby Dick sailed toward another part of the New World.
Several days later.
Whitebeard was reading a newspaper on deck. Just as he was about to laugh, his brow furrowed.
"Shane!!!"
"I'll take you down with me!"
Boom!
A cabin door went flying. Golden Lion, covered in bandages, already had a cigar clenched between his teeth.
With his dual swords in hand, he looked ready to explode with rage.
"Newgate?"
He was instantly bewildered, with no idea what had happened.
Before long.
Golden Lion had come to understand roughly what had happened after he lost consciousness.
"Did that brat die? Garp and Sengoku were still out there at the time."
Shiki picked up a large jug of liquor and drained it in two gulps.
Liquor splashed all over the floor.
His face immediately lit up, and he laughed without restraint.
"I'm not dead! Jihahahaha! I'm going to rule the world!"
Seeing that Golden Lion was still the same as ever, Whitebeard felt reassured.
Whoosh!
A newspaper drifted down into his hand.
Golden Lion left his