Chapter 106: If There Is a Chance in the Future

The Grand Line, the Moby Dick.

On the open-air banquet deck of the ship, a crowd of sons gathered around their old man, Whitebeard, all sighing with great emotion.

"Wang Zhi... he's actually gone just like that?"

That was a great pirate from the same era as old man Whitebeard, who had ruled over the pirate paradise of Beehive Island for many years with over ten thousand pirates under his command, and yet he's gone just like that?

Ma Ma Ma Erke frowned.

"I thought Brother Saint Saint Saiwen would take Wang Zhi under his wing just like he defeated the Golden Lion last time; I didn't expect him to kill them all."

Ma Ma Ma Erke had to admit that Brother Saint Saint Saiwen's actions displayed a pirate's cruelty to the fullest; even old man Whitebeard had never been so bloodthirsty.

"Gurararara."

Whitebeard was actually extremely satisfied with this; when you become a pirate, you must have the resolve of a pirate; being merciful to enemies is being cruel to oneself.

If you accommodate, others will only push further.

If you retreat, others will only wipe you out completely.

If you are soft-hearted, others will only become more shameless.

He, Whitebeard, was simply getting old, had no ambition to dominate the world, and was instead dedicated to protecting his family.

Otherwise, he would be like little Brother Saint Saint Saiwen.

"Foolish sons, little Brother Saint Saint Saiwen has just arrived at the New World; the first step to establishing a foothold must be to make a name for himself—making any scoundrel who dares to harbor evil thoughts carefully weigh whether their bones are hard enough."

"Compared to taking Beehive Island only to be frequently harassed by other forces, his move was very good."

Whitebeard's smile grew even broader.

"Even you should carefully weigh it now—is Barzab still the Brother Saint Saint Saiwen you once knew?"

Ma Ma Ma Erke shrugged.

Vista and others laughed loudly.

"Old man, with you here, we have no fear of Brother Saint Saint Saiwen; besides, our Whitebeard Pirates and Brother Saint Saint Saiwen are friends."

"That's right, old man," Ma Ma Ma Erke took up the conversation: "I'll go to Beehive Island first to deliver a formal visit card."

Whitebeard nodded in satisfaction.

"Go ahead."

"Tell little Brother Saint Saint Saiwen to prepare plenty of fine wine; old man hasn't had the wine that boy brewed in a long time."

Whitebeard was very satisfied with Ma Ma Ma Erke's performance; at least he no longer treated little Brother Saint Saint Saiwen as a cook on Luo Jie's ship, but instead used the standard for an Emperor of the Sea, sending a formal visit card first to state his intentions.

To avoid causing any bad misunderstandings.

Good heavens, we just secured our stronghold, and now the entire crew of the Moby Dick arrives; do you intend to fight?

With the Golden Lion present, Whitebeard believed that old fellow would surely be eager for the Whitebeard Pirates and the Morning Star Pirates to fight.

Of course, a fight is definitely going to happen.

Send a formal visit card first, then fight after eating and drinking your fill.

At the back of the crowd, the black fat man Teach finally waited for the news paper to be passed over.

The moment he took the news paper, Teach stared tightly at Wang Zhi's head hanging at the entrance of Beehive Island, deep in his eyes hiding intense delight.

Little Bai Mao, thanks.

The blood feud from those years, Teach had not forgotten for a single moment, but given the current situation, personally killing Wang Zhi himself was unknown when it would be.

And now, Wang Zhi was slain by Little Bai Mao.

The ten thousand plus pirates under his command were all wiped out, which made delight rise in Teach's heart, yet mixed with intense wariness.

In the future, unless there is one hundred percent certainty, absolutely do not provoke Little Bai Mao Barzab.

His killing nature is also damn too heavy.

This wasn't a few dozen pirates, nor a few hundred or a few thousand pirates, but a full thirteen thousand pirates who had ruled Beehive Island for many years, yet they were piled up by Little Bai Mao into a landscape of skull heads.

So terrifying.

When Teach belatedly realized that Beehive Island—the legacy left by his father Rocks—had once again become someone else's property, he felt not the slightest displeasure.

As a pirate, one can rob others of their treasures, and naturally, everything can be robbed away by others.

If there is a chance in the future...

Teach pondered for a long time and finally decided: even if there is a chance in the future, he would absolutely not provoke Little Bai Mao; after all, the relationship between them was already unpleasant due to two teeth.

If he provoked the other party again, would he still want to live?

If there is a chance in the future, just change to another stronghold.

The New World is so vast; there must be a place suitable for the Blackbeard Pirates as a stronghold; the territories under Whitebeard's command are very good indeed.

Having called him old man for so many years,

as one of the many sons of old man Whitebeard, he, Blackbeard Teach, naturally also had the qualification to inherit old man Whitebeard's legacy.

This is very reasonable.

Teach silently tucked the newspaper into his pocket, and just as he raised his head, he was grabbed by the neck by the head chef Sachi, who teased him.

"Teach, you worship Brother Saint Saint Saiwen that much?"

Sachi knew that for the past half year, Teach had collected every single news paper featuring Brother Saint Saint Saiwen and pasted them all by his bedside.

"Heh... heh."

Teach displayed a simple, honest smile.

"Captain Sachi, you know, I have known Barzab for many years, and our ages are about the same; I'm just happy for an old friend."

"Don't rush," Sachi laughed.

"When Ma Ma Ma Erke returns with the visit card, I reckon old man will take us to Beehive Island; at that time, we can all learn to make cherry pies from Brother Saint Saint Saiwen together."

Recalling that cherry pie from many years ago, Teach swallowed his saliva and grinned.

"Naturally, that would be excellent."

East Blue, Orange Town.

Buggy Pirates' main base.

Stuffing the New Issue of the newspaper into his bag, Buggy wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and cheered himself on.

"Buggy, you can definitely do it."

"It's just the New World, after all; we've been there before. As long as we reach Honeycomb Island, we'll never have to worry about being arrested by the Navy again in our lives."

Despite his words, Buggy's constantly trembling body had already betrayed him.

The New World is simply too dangerous.

This isn't back in the day when Captain Luo Jie, First Mate Lei Li, Uncle Jabba, and everyone else were around, allowing him and Saint Saint Saiwen to just hide behind the ship's doctor, Uncle Crocus.

Now, heading to the New World, there is only him.

These guys under his command used to shout loyalty slogans loudly, but the moment they heard they were going to the New World, every single one of them wilted like eggplants struck by frost.

No wonder, when Saint Saint Saiwen used to tell them stories back then, he would sometimes say a few lines like this—

Ask if they are loyal, and they all say yes; say where to go, and none of them go.

If loyalty isn't absolute, then it is absolutely disloyal.

As Buggy, with tears streaming down his face, hoisted his bag onto his back, a crowd of Buggy Pirates' minions hurriedly surrounded him.

"Captain Buggy, have you changed your mind?"

This sentence seemed to touch Buggy's forbidden scale, instantly making Buggy turn red with rage.

What kind of joke is this? I'm not that coward Shanks; we clearly agreed to become the Pirate King, yet you suddenly changed your mind.

"I am definitely going to the New World."

"Even the Navy Admiral won't be able to stop me!"

As the words fell and a moment of silence passed, the Buggy Pirates' minions suddenly erupted into deafening shouts of surprise, each wearing an expression of fanaticism.

"As expected of you, Captain Buggy."

"We will follow Captain Buggy to the death."

"The New World, we are definitely going!!"

After a brief moment of shock, Buggy opened his mouth wide, revealing a triumphant smile: Saint Saint Saiwen was right; the charm of Great Uncle Buggy is irresistible to anyone.

The fervent atmosphere seemed to infect Buggy as well, temporarily suppressing his fear of the New World in his heart, and Buggy immediately raised his arm and shouted.

"Raise the sails and set course for the New World!"