One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

The quiet, secret plot in the captain's cabin came to an end as Chen Ye stood up.

He straightened his collar and glanced at the two men in front of him.

"Alright, Dad, Brother Marco, the man is in your hands now."

"I'm leaving the man to you. How to play this card is something we'll figure out later."

"Now, now we need to get down to business."

"We have to hurry and stop that old madman. If we're too late, the New World will really turn into a bathhouse, and that won't be fun at all."

Before he could finish speaking...

"boom!"

They still didn't go through the door.

He transformed into a golden meteor, shooting skyward along the hole in the roof.

The white-bearded man remained seated in the main seat, his gaze peering through the hole at the horizon where Chen Ye had disappeared.

A moment later, he put down the wine jug and stood up.

With his movement, a heavy, oppressive feeling instantly filled the entire room.

"Marco."

"Yes, Dad."

Marco adjusted his glasses, his expression returning to its usual languid yet capable demeanor.

"Just do as Chenye said, let the girls from the medical team take care of her."

The white-bearded man glanced at the sleeping woman on the sofa, his voice low and menacing.

"Remember to take good care of her."

"clear."

Marco immediately turned around and made arrangements.

A few minutes later, several female crew members in white coats quickly entered. They moved gently, lifting the woman onto a stretcher, keeping their breathing as low as possible throughout the process, for fear of disturbing this mysterious "distinguished guest."

Whitebeard turned around.

He carried the Murakumo-giri and walked step by step toward the door of the captain's cabin.

"Bang!"

He pushed open the heavy wooden door with one swift motion.

Outside the door, Vista, Jozu, and the rest of the anxious captain and crew immediately straightened their backs, all looking at their father. They desperately wanted to know what had happened inside, who the woman Marco had personally escorted was, and why their father and Marco had those expressions.

But they didn't get the explanation they wanted.

It's finally here!

Only the terrifying aura emanating from the white beard.

The white-bearded man stood in the doorway, his body like an unshakeable iron tower. He didn't smile; his face, etched with the marks of time, was filled with authority.

Then the white-bearded man looked around, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping across the faces of each of his sons.

"Listen up, all of you!"

"No one is allowed to reveal any information about the woman we just took away!"

Everyone held their breath.

and also!

"Apart from the medical team girl, no man on the ship, whether the captain or a regular crew member, is allowed to touch her! Not even to approach that room!"

The white-bearded man gripped the Murakumogiri tightly, the hilt slamming heavily onto the deck, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

His eyes turned cold, a look that revealed his true murderous intent.

"If I find out that anyone dares to have any ulterior motives, or if they leak the news without keeping their mouth shut..."

His voice suddenly dropped, carrying the murderous aura of a sea emperor.

"You will pay the most terrible price! Do you hear me?!"

This is not a warning.

This is the emperor's edict.

In the Whitebeard Pirates, Whitebeard's words are ironclad rules.

After a brief silence, a unified roar erupted from the deck.

That was an oath of absolute obedience to Whitebeard.

"Yes, Dad!!!"

All the squad leaders answered in unison.

The squad leaders were still full of doubts, but none of them dared to ask a single question. They immediately turned around and relayed this supreme order like a baton, quickly passing it on to every corner of the Moby Dick and the surrounding escort ships.

"Did you hear that? Which room is off-limits!"

"Anyone who dares to come near will have their legs broken!"

"I've sewn your mouth shut tight!"

Seeing his sons, who were orderly amidst the chaos and quickly carried out their orders, the white-bearded man withdrew his domineering aura, the terrifying majesty on his face receded slightly, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

He picked up the Murakumogiri again, and the Supreme Grade Sword suddenly pointed forward.

That is the final coordinate circled by Chenye on the nautical chart.

"Alright, guys!"

The white-beard grinned, revealing his signature white beard once again.

"Keep that woman a secret! Now, everyone, set sail!"

"Follow Chen Ye! Go and stop that old bastard Zefa!"

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh!!!"

The will to fight was ignited.

The massive anchor was pulled up by the winch with a splashing sound, and the heavy sails were hoisted to their full height with a roar. The Moby Dick, this giant of the sea, let out a deep blast of its horn, broke through the waves, turned its bow, and charged at full speed toward its target.

Extend your gaze into the distance.

Passing through clouds and waves.

Thousands of miles away.

This is the final "End Point".

A desolate and lifeless volcanic island, the air thick with the smell of sulfur and burnt matter.

At the center of the island lies a bottomless, enormous crater, a scar on the earth. Around the crater, numerous purple, crystal-like objects have already been placed.

Explosive Rock.

The explosive power of this thing is comparable to that of an ancient weapon. At this moment, it is emitting an ominous glow, rising and falling, awaiting its moment of destruction.

On the cliff edge of the crater.

A solitary figure sat there.

Former Navy Admiral, "Black Arm" Zephyr.

His signature short purple hair danced wildly in the wind, while the massive mechanical arm "Crusher" lay haphazardly to the side.

Zefa held a bottle of cheap liquor in his hand, tilted his head back, and gulped down the last mouthful.

The spicy liquid burned into my stomach, but my body felt no warmth at all.

"Can you hear that? The cry of the sea..."

Zefa put down the bottle, staring blankly at the churning lava below.

His hoarse voice rang out in the wind as he hummed that mournful farewell song that belonged to the navy.

"Sea breeze, carry away my longing."

"O waves, bury my sins."

The song is mournful, a hero's end. He is an old soldier betrayed by the world government, waiting here to perish together with this world that has utterly disappointed him.

Detonating the explosive rock here will trigger a chain reaction in the three major magma chambers of the New World.

The sea boiled, and the island sank.

All the pirates, all the sins, along with himself, will turn to ashes.

This is his sense of justice.

Crazy, yet pure.

"It's over, it's all over."

Just then.

"call!"

Two sharp sounds suddenly rang out, breaking the deathly silence.

Two young figures crashed heavily onto the rock opposite him.

The smoke and dust cleared.

The man on the left is wearing a straw hat and a red vest, with clear eyes that burn with anger.

The man on the right is shirtless, with a white beard tattoo on his back that gleams in the firelight, and flames dancing around him.

Zefa's hand froze in mid-air.

He raised his head, his old, cloudy but still sharp eyes looking at the two uninvited guests.

Straw Hat Luffy.

Fire Fist Ace.

It's those two kids again.

Zefa's face showed no anger, only mockery.

He stood up.

The naval admiral's terrifying aura pressed down like a landslide and a tsunami.

"Two little devils."

Zefa spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Still not giving up?"