At the beginning, I summoned Li Jing, who is very cold, and I will fight against Hawkeye!

"Of course I know that." Teren picked up the juice, took another sip, and then continued slowly.

"After all, he is the head of the Revolutionary Army. If he can't even save one person, how can he become a headache for the World Government?"

After Tren finished speaking, Marco did not respond, but just stared at Tren. His eyes seemed to contain thousands of words and endless exploration.

Teren was a little frightened by Marco's gaze and couldn't help but ask, "Do you really want to know?"

"This matter concerns my father. I will never give up." Marco's tone was firm and resolute, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable persistence.

"Alas." Tren sighed, slowly stood up, and walked to the edge of the deck.

He looked at the boundless sea quietly, smacked his lips and said, "Let's take a look!"

"Captain, Mr. Kratos is here." Albedo, who had left earlier, appeared first with a faint smile on her face and nodded slightly.

"Captain, are you calling me?" Just then, the sound of footsteps came from far away.

Vista and Marco subconsciously turned their heads and looked inside the cabin door.

When they saw the outline of the shadow clearly, their pupils shrank suddenly.

Her lips trembled slightly involuntarily, and tears welled up in her eyes, as if they would burst out in the next second.

"Bang!" Vista seemed to be extremely frightened and fell backwards to the ground.

"Really..." Marco's voice was choked with sobs. The overwhelming longing swept over him like a surging tide. The pain of missing him made his throat seem to be choked by something, and for a moment he couldn't even shout out.

He just opened his mouth wide, with countless words in his mind that he wanted to say, but at this moment, he couldn't make any sound.

Finally, they both swallowed hard at the same time, as if they had exhausted all their strength to force themselves to calm down.

Then, as if they were in sync, they shouted in unison:

"Daddy (Oh Yaqui)!!!"

"Shouldn't we shout 'FaTher (father)'?" Mr. Krabby's voice, which was completely different from Whitebeard's, suddenly came, like a sharp hook, suddenly pulling Marco and Vista out of their trance.

Only then did they truly see the appearance of the person in front of them.

Just as Long said, with this outfit, Mr. Krabs really does look 80% like Whitebeard, with that aura accounting for the majority.

But in the eyes of Marco and Vista, they have followed Whitebeard for almost half of their lives, and the guy in front of them has nothing to do with their beloved "father" - Whitebeard Edward Newgate.

Marco and Vista's expressions looked like they were performing a wonderful face-changing trick.

First there was astonishment, followed by doubt, then disappointment, and finally replaced by deep certainty.

Teren looked at their changing expressions and turned around to ask, "Are you sure?"

Marco stared into Teren's eyes for a while, and a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, like a shooting star across the night sky, disappearing in an instant.

Then he lowered his eyes and said softly, "It's confirmed. He...has nothing to do with Dad."

"Hmm!?" Tren couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this.

You know, this is the Whitebeard version of Mr. Krabs!

He raised a playful smile and said slowly, "Why not confirm whether there is any blood relationship or something like that?

Who knows, if I'm happy, I might even allow him to go back with you.

Then you relied on him to reunite the Whitebeard Pirates..."

Before Teren could finish his words, Marco interrupted him firmly: "He is completely different from Dad."

At this moment, Marco had a relieved smile on his face. He seemed to be recalling something and said slowly: "Although I was a little dazed at the beginning.

But... Dad will never give up on his family in this life.

Whether it is Whitebeard II or the guy in front of him, if both of them are my father’s sons, how could my father not know?

It's impossible for him not to send someone to look after his woman.

That’s why we never acknowledge Whitebeard II.”

……

Marco and Vista left quietly. They boarded their merchant ship, which slowly sailed away.

Tren stood on the deck, watching the merchant ship go farther and farther away.

Originally, if Marco had this idea, Tren wouldn't mind letting Mr. Pack gather some strength, but...

"It seems like the Whitebeard Pirates are really over..." The sea breeze gently blew across Tren's face, bringing a hint of coolness, as if he was also sighing for the end of this once glorious pirate group.

Tren was about to turn around, trying to create a perfect back view for this "lonely story".

But he didn't expect that when he turned around, he saw Albedo raising her left hand high with a wild laugh on her face, her expression was as if she had discovered some priceless treasure.

At the same time, in front of her palm, magic circles unfolded instantly, flashing with mysterious light, and the light danced in the air, as if countless elves were flying through it.

"Silent spirit in the dark, please listen to my call." Albedo muttered to herself, and the sound sounded like a requiem from the Netherworld.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! What are you doing?" Seeing this, Tren was horrified and pounced on him like a frightened cheetah.

However, Thor suddenly appeared in mid-air and blocked his way, but Tren's pounce still successfully interrupted Albedo's magic.

……

"Captain, don't you want to create a feeling of a perfect ending for them, and then stab them in the back?" Albedo pouted, lowered her head, touched her two index fingers nervously, and glanced at Tren from time to time.

"Alas... I..." Tren just uttered a few words but didn't have time to finish his words.

At this critical moment, Timo on the observation deck suddenly shouted: "Captain, a naval fleet is heading towards us!

Judging from the posture, he is here with ill intentions!"

"Navy?" Tren frowned slightly, with a puzzled look in his eyes, and muttered to himself: "My current position should be equivalent to the level of the Four Emperors. How could the navy come to attack alone?"

At this time, the navy fleet was getting closer and closer, and the muzzles of their warships were all aimed at the Black Pearl, like giant beasts ready to devour their prey, baring their ferocious fangs.

The leading admiral held up the megaphone high and shouted at the top of his voice: "Tren Adventure Group, you have been surrounded by us.

If you know what's best for you, just surrender and I might be able to give you a chance to live."

"Timo." Tren called out calmly, his voice steady and calm.

"Understood!" Timo quickly adjusted the sniper rifle telescope and reported loudly while observing carefully: "Captain, there seem to be two very powerful guys on these navy ships.

And..." Timo looked at the thermal image, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile, "That's not a person, it looks like a robot."

"Robot? Oh! Is it a Seraph? Humph!" Tren snorted disdainfully, his eyes full of contempt.

"It seems like they want to use us as test subjects!

However, that depends on whether you have the ability to do so. "