Pirate: I'm not the King of the Sea, so don't mess with me.

The setting sun is stuck on the line connecting the sea and the sky, revealing half of its round body.

The golden afterglow shines on the sea, and the sparkling waves undulate, reflecting the dazzling golden light.

A figure suddenly appeared from the shallow waters.

The man had his back to the sun, and the sunlight shone from behind, blurring his figure.

In a flash of light, the man slowly walked out of the sea.

Drops of water dripped from the hair that was illuminated by the golden light. The water droplets formed on the naked upper body and flowed through the tight abdominal muscles. Finally, the way was blocked by the belt.

The coat in his hands was slightly heavy due to being soaked by the sea water, and he stepped steadily across the sand with his flip-flops.

The tall, muscular man was breathing heavily, and his body was covered in the dust of 'finally arriving at the destination'.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked back at the sparkling sea under the setting sun.

Reaching out to comb back his thick silver hair, his gaze under the round lenses looked towards a distant sea area.

Not knowing what he thought of, the man chuckled: "I don't know how long that boy can stop him."

The steady and elegant voice showed a bit of relief.

However, the feeling of relief only lasted for a moment. The man sighed again with emotion: "Death is a bit exaggerated." He chuckled with unknown meaning: "I hope I won't be sent to Impel Down City by those guys."

Looking away from the sea, the man lowered his head to wring out the water from his jacket, unfolded it and shook it before putting it on again.

Looking up towards the island's town.

There was a soft light shining in the eyes under the lenses.

Finally got to see it!

His eyelids drooped slightly, thinking of past experiences, the man sighed.

I hope you don’t miss it again this time!

The man raised his feet and walked steadily and firmly towards a certain direction on the island.

And the sea surface was left behind by the man.

Seagulls fly low.

The sun with half of its face slowly sinking towards the horizon.

The golden light climbs up the dim orange sky, and the darkness is coming firmly but silently.

And on a certain sea area far away from the commercial capital, a fierce naval battle is taking place.

A naval fleet composed of more than a dozen ships surrounded the leading ship.

Intense artillery fire hit the big ship with the black pirate flag flying, and countless water columns banged up on the side of the ship.

As the sea water surged and fell, Beckman, half-soaked, was directing the battle. Although there seemed to be a disparity in firepower, the victory was due to his methodical approach.

The cannonball fired from the pirate ship hit the navy ship. Jesus waved his fist and shouted, then continued to turn the cannon barrel full of fighting spirit and continued to fire cannonballs with a 100% hit rate.

As expected of the sniper of the red-haired pirates, he never misses a beat.

In this way, a gap appeared in the navy's encirclement.

When Beckman saw it, his eyes immediately turned to the direction of the navy's main ship.

The light of the sword, the shadow of the fist, and the yellow flash flashed one after another. The three figures were coming and going surrounded by many navy, which showed the fierceness of the fight.

Beckman narrowed his eyes.

Beside him, Navigator Snake reminded: "Vice Captain, we are about to withdraw. Call the leader back quickly."

Perhaps out of trust, Snake turned the steering wheel sharply while shouting.

The leading ship swayed on the sea, its hull narrowly missed a few cannonballs, and it accurately adjusted its next course.

Beckman stood at the stern and shouted in the direction of the Navy main ship: "Boss, hurry up!"

On the main ship, Shanks, who was fighting Garp and Porusalino, laughed when he heard this, raised his hand to evade, and then stopped fighting, turned over and jumped into the sea.

The old opponent's usual flat A is most suitable for Garp to take over.

On the side, Porusalino, who saw Shanks turn around and jump into the sea, did not miss the opportunity to severely damage his opponent. He used the eight-foot magatama in the air.

Unfortunately, for Shanks, who has top-notch knowledge and color, it is easy to dodge these attacks.

Beckman was holding a cigarette in his mouth and a bundle of rope in his hand. While directing the sail to counterattack, he walked to the side of the ship and held the end of the rope, and threw the entire bundle of rope into the sea.

The next second, there was a pull from one end of the rope in his hand.

Beckman tugged with one hand, and a big hand full of seawater banged on the railing on the side of the ship.

The red-haired man in a black cloak rushed onto the boat soaked to the skin, crouched on the railing with his arms splayed and complained to Beckman with drooping eyes: "It's true that Mr. Reilly left such a big mess for us."

Seeing that he was obviously enjoying himself, Beckman, who was smoking a cigarette, couldn't help but clicked his tongue and said with an evil look: "Speed ​​up, you've already been beaten too far."

When it came to this, Shanks stopped complaining.

He's not really stupid.

He knew very well why the honorable Mr. Reilly had led them to the naval encirclement.

The red-haired man had a rare serious expression, exuding a reliable aura.

As he walked, his water-soaked cloak fluttered disorderly in the messy sea breeze.

Shanks waved his hand and gave the order directly: "Young men."

He raised the corners of his mouth, his sharp eyes sunk slightly, and his domineering expression drifted unconsciously. In terms of temperament, he was domineering: "Come out with me!"

The red-haired crew members seemed to have been given a shot of chicken blood, and everyone on the ship became excited: "Oh~"

On the other side, the main naval ship.

Garp shook his slightly painful wrist, looked at the red-haired stern who was quickly escaping, and laughed: "This red-haired kid has actually learned Roger's Divine Avoidance!"

Porusalino, who turned into a yellow light and landed safely beside him, felt a toothache when he heard this: "Yeah~ Mr. Garp, it's not a good thing for us that the enemy is too strong~"

Garp smiled and deliberately said with a tigerish face: "Of course I know!"

He just sighed.

After all, that divine evasion move really reminded Garp of the past, and of that bastard who died as soon as he said he would.

Let's stop this topic here. Praising an enemy is out of place no matter where you put it.

Garp turned his head and directly passed a certain admiral beside him and ordered the entire fleet: "Catch up with me?"

Porusalino:…

Lieutenant General Garp's unabashed joyous laughter came from beside him again: "Hahaha~ I want to see how far that red-haired boy has grown."

Porusalino complained helplessly: The arrest is fake, but the desire to have a hearty fight is real, right?

Wow~ It has been eight or nine years since Roger died, but Mr. Karp still misses his wife~ Is this the feeling of sympathy?

He didn't understand. After all, people like him who worked for a salary and Garp who worked for pure justice were not essentially the same type of people.

After receiving the order, the fleet set sail and, with the main ship as the leader, pursued the red-haired pirates.

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Yujia, who was sleeping out of boredom on the Flamingo, seemed to have noticed something.

He raised his head sharply from the soft quilt, his sharp and cold vertical pupils seemed to be able to see something through the ship's plank.

He stood up suddenly, and his movement startled the white pigeon beside him.

Hadoli opened his eyes drowsily: "What's wrong?"

Youjia turned around, was silent for a moment, and then said: "Something happened, you go to sleep first!" Then he left Hadoli and flew out of the room.

There was no one on board the Flamingo except those who were left to watch the ship.

Yujia, who transformed into a dragon, was only the size of a palm. When he flew out, he naturally alerted the people left behind on the ship.

But when they saw it was him, the group of people silently looked away, and no one dared to stop him.

Youjia ignored them and flew into the air, quickly moving towards a certain direction on the island.

After flying for about five minutes, ahead was the dense forest located in the northeast of the island.

Looking in the right direction, Youjia dodged and rushed into the dense forest.

And a figure has been waiting there for a long time, with an arm stretched out, waiting quietly.

The sharp claws stepped on the well-jointed fingers with ease, and the little dragon transformed into a flying eagle.

The flying eagle turned his little head and looked at the familiar figure catching him, shook his wings twice and asked, "Why did you come here?"

The owner of the finger retracted his arm, raised his wrist, and placed the flying eagle on his shoulder.

The handsome and elegant man, whose silver-white shoulder-length hair stuck to his cheeks, chuckled: "Thank you for your hard work along the way."

You Jia rolled her eyes: "You know that too? You don't even know how hard it has been for me along the way."

The man stepped forward and listened to the flying eagle in his ears: "Yaya originally wanted me to take her to Cocosia Village, but I made an excuse saying that I couldn't find the direction and couldn't fly that far, so she gave up. Got the idea.”

In fact, he would not be tired even if he flew for three days and three nights, and for a sea overlord like him, it was only easy to ask the fish for information about Cocosia Village.

"On the way, Yaya wanted to ask the fish about Cocosia Village. I scared the fish away, otherwise they would have found it long ago."

A smile appeared on the man's lips, and he reached out to rub the eagle's head: "Thank you for your hard work."

Youjia snorted: "Speaking of which, what happened to you? Why did you come here?"

Mentioning this, the man's expression was a little unnatural, and he smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, sorry, the boat broke down on the way. As you know, the Four Seas is not a place where Neptunes often hang out..."

You Jia was silent for a moment, then suddenly the corner of her mouth twitched: "So you swam here?"

For humans, physical strength is a bit too good.

But if you think about it carefully, this guy has been gifted, so it makes sense that he can swim such a long distance.

The man nodded and said with a smile: "Although he is old, his physical strength is still pretty good."

Youjia glanced at the dark blue bracelet on the man's wrist. Although she wanted to complain about him, she felt happy after thinking about it.

"Now that you're here, let's take them back as soon as possible! Where are the others? Have they all gone back to Guinea Island?"

When this was mentioned, the man's face showed an uncertain look: "Well, it's hard to say."

Youjia was stunned: "What happened?"

A helpless smile appeared on the man's lips: "With the characters of those guys, they are probably still holding a banquet at Whitebeard's place, right?"

Youjia: ...hold a banquet for half a month? seriously?

The man turned around and quickly stepped onto the brick and stone streets of the town: "People of their age have a sense of propriety."

Youjia: ...Do you believe this?

The man stopped suddenly, looked in a certain direction of the town, and raised his eyebrows: "It's really lively. It seems that we came at the right time."

Youjia blinked, not understanding the meaning of his words.