A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

Gatz roared and was about to throw the anchor out.

"Hey everyone, don't be nervous!"

Borsalino raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, his signature lewd grin on his face.

"I'm not here to fight; I'm just here on someone's behalf to deliver a message to a gentleman."

His gaze swept over everyone, finally landing precisely on the young man who had been standing calmly at the kitchen doorway the entire time, watching everything unfold.

“Ren Jun”.

Borsalino's voice trailed off.

"Several important figures asked me to remind you not to forget your cooperation agreement. They... are getting quite impatient."

These seemingly casual words, however, were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up huge waves in the hearts of Newgate and Ryan.

Raine's gaze remained calm, but a knowing glint flashed in his deep eyes.

Newgate slowly tightened his grip on the naginata, and an invisible, terrifying aura, powerful enough to change the very fabric of the world, began to rise from his body.

He knew what the so-called cooperation agreement was, and he also knew who the so-called big shot was.

That was an urging from the world's highest authority, the most arrogant and unreasonable.

The air seemed to freeze the moment Borsalino finished speaking.

The sea breeze stopped blowing, and the waves became gentle, as if they were all afraid of the rage that was about to erupt from the world's strongest man.

Newgate's mountain-like figure slowly straightened up. Pure white vibrations spread out like a spider web from the naginata in his hand, and the surrounding space began to groan in agony because of this power.

"Gulalalalala..."

His deep laughter rang out, but it carried no warmth whatsoever; instead, it was filled with a chilling, murderous intent.

"Borusalino, is it? You've got some nerve, daring to come aboard my ship and relay messages for those old guys?"

Faced with Newgate's terrifying aura, which was enough to make even a lieutenant general tremble, Borsalino also broke out in a fine sweat.

He felt as if he were facing not a person, but a vast ocean about to overturn the world.

"Oh, oh, Lord Whitebeard, please don't be angry~"

Borsalino quickly waved his hand, his smile becoming somewhat stiff.

"I was just following orders, I had no choice. I've delivered the message, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

As he spoke, his body began to turn into specks of light, preparing to make a quick getaway.

Just kidding. At this distance, being locked onto by Whitebeard's full-force attack would be a huge blow, even for someone with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

"Want to go?"

Newgate snorted and was about to make a move.

"Captain, let's forget about it."

A calm voice rang out and stopped him.

It's Rennes.

He slowly walked out of the kitchen doorway, dusted off non-existent dust from his hands, and calmly met Borsalino's gaze.

"Please pass on my message to those important figures."

Raine's tone was calm and even, yet it carried an undeniable power of law: "I understand."

Those four simple words made Borsalino feel as if he were being crushed by an invisible mountain, slowing down even his elemental transformation.

Looking at the seemingly harmless young man before him, he felt a deep sense of awe for the profession of chef.

"I...I will definitely deliver the message!"

Borsalino chuckled dryly, then without any further hesitation, his figure instantly transformed into a golden light, disappearing from the spot even faster than when he arrived, returning to his flagship.

"retreat!"

As soon as he landed, he immediately gave the order, his voice even carrying a hint of barely perceptible panic.

The naval fleet felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and immediately turned their ships around, leaving the sea area they would never forget as quickly as possible.

On the flagship, Sakazuki watched the giant tortoise, which resembled a moving island, slowly sail away, and then looked at Borsalino beside him, who was still shaken. His expression was so gloomy it could drip water.

"Borsalino! What were you afraid of just now?!"

His voice was like a volcano about to erupt.

"Choosing to flee is the greatest insult to the Navy's justice!"

"Hey~ Sakazuki-kun, calm down~"

Borsalino straightened his suit, resuming his nonchalant demeanor: "I just felt the weather wasn't suitable for a fight today. Look, the sun's almost setting; it'd be better to go back and eat soon."

He said that, but he was secretly cursing in his heart.

Are you kidding me? Fight those monsters?

The white-bearded man hadn't even used his full strength yet, but his mere aura was enough to make him breathless.

Not to mention that mysterious chef. The way he looked at me just now was as calm as if he were looking at a piece of top-quality tuna belly waiting to be processed. The feeling of being treated as an ingredient still sends chills down my spine when I think about it now.

These guys are simply beyond the comprehension of common sense.

"you!"

Sakazuki trembled with rage, emanating a molten, scorching aura that scorched the surrounding deck.

"I was just following the marshal's orders."

Borsalino shrugged, shutting down all of Sakazuki's anger with a single sentence.

Sakazuki clenched his fists tightly, but in the end, he could only let out a resentful snort and turn to walk into the cabin.

He remembered this humiliation.

One day, he will use his lava to burn that white whale and everyone on it to ashes.

……

On the giant tortoise, the Whitebeard Pirates watched the fleeing Navy fleet with strange expressions on their faces.

"They...left already?"

Gatz, carrying the anchor, looked utterly disappointed: "I thought we were going to have a good fight! I even took my pants off... no, I mean, I even raised the anchor, and they just ran away?"

"How boring."

Vista also sheathed his twin swords; he had originally wanted to witness the swordsmanship of this monster rookie from Marine Headquarters.

"They seem to be very afraid of us."

Joz said in a deep voice, a hint of honest pride on his face.

Chapter 227 You are behind me

"Goo la la la la!"

Newgate withdrew his imposing aura, walked to Rein's side, and looked at the fleet that had turned into black dots in the distance with a deep gaze.

"It seems that those old guys are really scared, even though they talk tough."

He knew that the navy's operation, ostensibly an encirclement and suppression campaign, was actually a probe.

To test just how much this newly crowned maritime overlord had grown, and also to gauge the stature of Raine, this master chef.

The result clearly satisfied them greatly.

"Raine."

Newgate turned to look at the young man who always surprised him, and asked in a low voice, "Are you really sure you can get there?"

He was referring to Mary Geoise, the center of world power and the lair of the Celestial Dragons.

Raine didn't answer directly. He simply looked up at the setting sun on the horizon and calmly said, "Captain, are you hungry?"

Newgate paused for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Hungry! Of course I'm hungry! After being bothered by those flies for so long, my stomach has been growling for ages!"

"That's it."

A subtle smile curved at the corners of Ryan's lips, a smile that carried a chef's unique confidence of being in complete control.

There's nothing in this world that a meal can't solve.

"If there is, then two meals."

"Let's go back to the kitchen."

Ryan turned around, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll prepare a feast for everyone to celebrate our... victory without a fight."

If Ryan said he was going to prepare a grand feast, then it was no ordinary dinner.

As night falls and a huge full moon hangs above the tranquil sea, the back of the ancestral giant tortoise has transformed into an open-air, fantastical, and top-notch restaurant.

The glowing mushrooms became natural lights, emitting a soft glow.

Huge lotus leaves were laid out on the mossy lawn, serving as makeshift tablecloths.

The air is filled with a complex aroma that blends hundreds of different ingredients.

Raine stood in the center of the huge makeshift kitchen, with a long row of cooking counters made of huge stone slabs in front of him.

He didn't ask anyone for help anymore; tonight, he would prepare this feast for his family all by himself.

His movements were fluid and fast, leaving only afterimages.

In his left hand, a razor-thin kitchen knife, Paoding, danced between his fingers, instantly dissecting a huge, freshly caught deep-sea king fish into thousands of evenly sliced ​​raw fish pieces, each cut as smooth as a mirror.

In his right hand, a huge alloy wok spun in his palm, containing the leg meat of more than a dozen colorful pheasants, mixed with fiery chili peppers and cloud spices brought from the Sky Island, rolling and leaping in the flames, emitting an incomparably domineering aroma.

Behind him, dozens of small pots were simultaneously simmering different soups, some as rich as gold, others as clear as crystal, each exuding a distinct yet equally enticing aroma.

At this moment, Renn seemed to transform into a culinary god with a thousand hands and a thousand eyes, bringing the art of cooking to its ultimate level.

The members of the Whitebeard Pirates sat around the dining table, all staring in disbelief.

They knew their head chef was very capable, but they never imagined he could be this capable.

"My mother..."

Gatz's mouth was watering; he felt like he wasn't waiting for a meal, but witnessing a miracle.

"The head chef's knife skills... seem to have improved again."

Besta stared at Rein's incredible knife skills, his eyes filled with shock and a hint of... frustration as a swordsman.

He felt that if Ryan used that knife to fight him, he might not even be able to withstand a single move.

Finally, when the last dish was served, a deafening cheer erupted from the back of the giant ancestral tortoise.

It was a feast worthy of being included in any epic culinary book.

A colorful sashimi platter made with king fish from the deep sea, melting in your mouth.

Volcano Spicy Chicken, stir-fried with colorful pheasant and fiery chili peppers, is so delicious it will make your tongue dance.

A golden broth simmered with dozens of rare mushrooms and marine animal bone marrow, each sip feels like swallowing the essence of life.

There's also honey bread, made with Sky Island cloud wheat and life honey, so soft it's like a cloud.

"Let's eat!"

At Renn's command, everyone could no longer contain themselves and pounced on the dining table like tigers that hadn't eaten for three hundred years.

"Hahaha! This meat! It's so delicious!"

"This soup! The taste of this soup! I feel my wounds healing!"

"This bread! It tastes like heaven!"

On the deck, only the sounds of satisfied chewing and happy sighs remained.

Newgate leaned back on his throne, holding a huge biscuit goblet filled with a special blend of fruit wine made from a hundred different fruits.

He looked at his family members, who had completely lost their composure over the meal, at the rising bonfire and the bright moonlight in the distance, and his usually dignified, hawk-like eyes were filled with tenderness and contentment.