One Piece: Groudon the Beasts

Chapter 225 Prepare for War, Whitebeard!

Panaplu's birthday party was naturally held on the Moby Dick. Except for Ace, who was far away in the first half of the sea, all the other captains returned to the ship.

And the captains under his command.

They're all here.

To avoid being disturbed by outsiders, the Moby Dick deliberately docked near the inner port of the Hoenn region, a little distance from the coast.

"Dad, I'll sit here."

Little Oz the Demon sat on the side of the boat, his bottom submerged in the seawater. He was so big that the deck couldn't accommodate him.

The other captains gathered on the deck.

The last time it was this lively was more than a decade ago, and they wanted to take this opportunity to get together.

"Marco, congratulations!"

"I made a special trip to Pineapple Island for this birthday party and picked the best quality pineapples!"

"Hey, I prepared pineapples too!"

"Hahaha, it seems we've all prepared pineapples."

All kinds of pineapples were piled up like mountains.

The captains all knew that Marco loved pineapples, and since they weren't rare, they naturally brought them along whenever possible.

"you."

Marco looked at the huge pile of pineapples, unsure whether to laugh or cry, wondering how long it would take to finish them all.

Just as the banquet was about to begin, the Groudon approached.

"Mr. Goode is here!"

The team leaders all stood up, eagerly awaiting their arrival.

The captains also perked up.

"Is it the first mate of the Beasts?"

"it's him!"

"Not only is he the vice-captain of the Beasts, but he's also the commander-in-chief of the Hoenn Group!"

"Groudor Corporation is also owned by them."

Many captains who went to the North Sea were deeply impressed by the Golden Route, especially the two huge military fortresses.

There is also the country of laborers.

The various giant factories are equally impressive, especially the loading and unloading docks, with rows of huge cranes that are even more exaggerated than Water Seven.

The number of ships coming and going was countless.

Judging from this glimpse, the true wealth of the Earth Disaster God is probably even more terrifying than that of the Golden Emperor; he is the real god of wealth in the underworld!
"Gulu!"

The captains swallowed hard.

They are enemies of the beasts, but they also know that Goode and Old Man have a good relationship. They can distinguish between stance and friendship.

They wouldn't show hostility towards a man even their father approves of, though a little intimidation is necessary to prevent being looked down upon.

The captains exchanged glances, each revealing a vicious side, grinning maliciously with ill intent in their eyes.

"Welcome, Captain Goode!"

The gunwales of the ships collided.

Goode and his men boarded the Moby Dick.

"This is the world of pirates!"

Feeling the menacing gazes of the great pirates, the legion commanders felt a chill run down their spines, as if they had entered an abyss.

too frightening.

They were confident in their own strength, but at this moment they clearly felt that everyone on the ship was terrifyingly strong.

Especially the captains, who seemed easy to kill, while the captains weren't as scary.

Marco roared, his veins bulging.

"Hey, you guys, tone it down!"

"Uh, sorry, Marco."

The captains quickly composed themselves, each revealing an awkward smile.

It was just a scare tactic.

Marco sighed helplessly and took the initiative to greet Goode: "I'm sorry, Goode, for causing you trouble."

"Haha, no problem."

Goode didn't care at all.

He actually quite wanted his subordinates to experience some setbacks.

The fact that they were able to stand out in various kingdoms shows that they were all talented, but the limitations of their environment made it difficult for them to fully realize their potential.

A fishpond is not the same as the ocean.

To thrive in the ocean, one must face predators larger than oneself in order to grow rapidly.

Goode picked up his drink and said with a smile, "Marco, this is my first time on your ship. I'd like to pay my respects to the old man first." "Alright."

Marco turned his body to the side.

Whitebeard sat under the mast, his massive body covered in IV tubes, an oxygen tube in his nose, and surrounded by instruments and nurses monitoring his condition.

The condition has clearly worsened.

Goode approached the white-bearded man, holding up an oversized flask: "Old man, long time no see. You don't look too well. Can you still drink?"

"Gurarara, you brat!"

The white-bearded man crossed his arms over his chest.

Are you here to laugh at me?!

"How dare I?"

Goode chuckled and shrugged, poured himself a large bowl of wine, and then tossed the jug to Whitebeard.

"This wine is good!"

Whitebeard sniffed the aroma, then took a satisfied gulp: "I'm truly surprised to hear that you defeated that Shanks kid!"

"This was an inevitable outcome."

Goode gave a calm reply.

Redheads, middle-aged woman, white beard.

Each regiment was clinging to its own small plot of land, while he was desperately developing the economy and construction, and with sufficient resources, the gap between them would naturally widen.

It may seem unexpected, but it was actually inevitable.

"Gurarara, arrogant!"

Whitebeard cursed, but his eyes were full of admiration.

Even he was outmaneuvered by this kid, and now his sons are completely under his control, willingly treating him as a brother.

Shanks' defeat was well-deserved!

Whitebeard's gaze darkened.

"Say what you want to say!"

"I really can't hide it from you."

Goode's gaze narrowed slightly.

“I was surprised by Sachi’s death.”

"No one could have predicted this."

The white-bearded man sighed.

He never expected that Teach would assassinate Thatch for a Devil Fruit, and he never even thought that Teach would betray him.

Good said in a deep voice, "Old man, I originally wanted to wait another two or three years until you retired, but the situation is different now."

"We Beasts are also hunting Blackbeard, and we know how troublesome he is. That guy has obtained special abilities!"

"Logia-type Dark-Dark Fruit!"

"do you understand?"

"Gulalalala, don't underestimate me."

Whitebeard, of course, understood the subtext in Goode's words.

Ace is no match for Teach!
Teach joined his ship at a young age, is very senior, and has outstanding strength. He could easily become the captain of the second division.

Now that Teach has gained new abilities, his strength will surely increase dramatically!
It was this concern that prevented Ace from hunting down Blackbeard, but Ace did not heed his advice.

He could understand Ace's anger.

He was equally furious.

"You want me to recall Ace?"

"No, I know Ace well. He won't come back. Knowing his personality, he probably wants to give Blackbeard's head as a gift from Thatch to Marco's child."

Goode shook his head, his gaze cold.

"I just want to tell you that if I were Blackbeard, after defeating Ace, I would definitely hand Ace over to the Marines!"

"In this way, the Whitebeard Pirates and the Navy will inevitably go to war. No matter what the final outcome is, it will be of great benefit to me!"

"Then I'll take your place!"

Goode picked up the wine bowl and took a big gulp.

"Whitebeard, I hope you are ready for war!"

"."

Whitebeard remained silent.

Just then, a commotion arose in the distance.

"It's the red-haired pirates!"

The last guest has arrived!
(End of this chapter)