Pirates: Admiral Silver Falcon is also very irritable today

Chapter 122

The Grand Plaza of Fishman Island is where all the areas of the entire Fishman Island meet at the same time.

Whether it is the degree of commercial prosperity or the density of the flow of people, it is the largest in the entire Fishman Island.

However, now the street is completely clean.

No one deliberately drove them away, but everyone chose to leave this place of trouble.

Except for the shop owners whose lives and property are here.

While shivering, he did business with a group of pirates.

These pirates seemed to have gotten used to this kind of look, so they didn't care. After the money and goods were paid, they temporarily piled up the supplies behind.

In the center, there was a man with a crescent-shaped white beard, holding a huge wine dish and drinking.

His figure was so tall that people might even mistake him for a hybrid of the giants...

But in fact, he is indeed a pure-blooded human, just a mutant individual among humans.

Similar to his physical condition is "big mom" Charlotte Linlin.

This is the "strongest man in the world".

This is "Whitebeard" Edward Newgate.

Beside him stood his most beloved sons, the captains of the Whitebeard Pirates, pouring wine for their father.

Unlike the sick old man with infusion needles all over his body when he appeared in the original work, the current Whitebeard can even be said to be in his prime.

Whether it is strength, experience or fruit development, they are all in the most perfect peak state.

Even if Roger is reincarnated at the peak of his power, he may not be a match for the current Whitebeard.

At this time, Whitebeard was obviously in a very good mood, and even smiled at the navy who had a little fear in his eyes, but his body had subconsciously made an attacking posture.

"Kulala, although you marines are not very strong, I like your personalities. You are worthy of being trained by that old man Garp... Why don't you just become my sons?"

"Then... what, that's not necessary." The one who replied was Atama, the liaison who had just called Michael, "I have a biological father and a biological mother... Don't you have both?"

With one sentence, the whole square fell silent instantly.

Real damage is the most damn real damage.

Even Whitebeard looked at Atama with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

However, Atama's expression...

was too stunned.

It was so stunned that people could tell at a glance that he was not being sarcastic at all, but asking a sincere question.

"You... you are a good kid." Whitebeard was a little self-deprecating, so he simply picked up the already full wine dish and drank it. "You don't have much time left. If that young navy and Garp don't come, you will join the Whitebeard Pirates and become my sons, how about it?"

"Major General Michael and Vice Admiral Garp will definitely come!"

"That little guy is actually called Michael... and he is a major general?" Whitebeard finally smiled again, "To be honest, if it's just Garp, I'm not afraid at all. I'm not the Whitebeard of the Valley of the Gods! How about this, as long as the major general you mentioned dares to come to me and face me, I will let you go, and I won't even pursue the matter of you injuring my son!"

And this sentence made the captains around him laugh.

Dad still likes to bet so much.

They can see that Dad really likes these stupid young navy men.

Although there is fear in his eyes, he looks directly into Dad's eyes firmly!

Not only Dad, but even they haven't seen such a courageous guy for a long time.

As for the "Major General" they mentioned.

Unfortunately, in their eyes, most of the naval officers are just people who seek fame and reputation.

Even with Garp in charge, they may not dare to come to Dad.

Marco raised the wine jar again and poured wine for Whitebeard.

Then he whispered: "Dad, such young people are rare."

"That's right." Whitebeard nodded, "But, can that young major general live up to the courage of these subordinates?"

"Alas, it's difficult." Marco replied with a smile.

Whitebeard picked up the wine dish, drank it all again, and then laughed out loud!

"Kulala! Really good! The wine from Fishman Island is really strong!"

"Drink, drink, drink, why don't you drink yourself to death, old man with white beard?" A clear and slightly lazy voice of a young man came from a distance, "If you like to recognize your son, go to the sea to find him, don't focus on the man-made disaster of our navy!"

Whitebeard locked the other party's position almost instantly, but foundThe other party came from...

Aerial.

A trace of surprise flashed across Whitebeard's eyes.

He actually flew here...

He hadn't seen too many Devil Fruit users with the ability to fly. Apart from Marco, who was always around, the last one he had dealt with was the Golden Lion who escaped from Impel Down at the cost of his legs.

Looking up, he saw a young navy with huge and white wings falling from the sky, and the navy's cloak of justice fluttering in the air.

And the sword on his waist, in addition to being powerful as can be seen at a glance... also gave Whitebeard a sense of déjà vu.

"Kulalalala! I didn't expect you to really dare to come!" Whitebeard did not hide his admiration in his eyes, "I have always believed that after the old guys like Garp and Zephyr, the navy will never have heroes like them again! But I didn't expect that as a real sea man, the navy is not willing to be lonely!"

As he said, he put down the wine dish.

At the same time, Garp also brought a team of navy to the square from the direction of Ryugu Castle.

However, he did not attack Whitebeard directly, but seemed to come to support Michael.

After all, Michael had already told Garp on the way here...

This time, he would do it himself.

Marco looked at Garp in the distance, and then looked at Michael in the air.

Then a bright blue flame lit up on his body, his hands turned into wings, and he also flew into the sky.

The captain of Whitebeard's first team, the famous "Phoenix", Marco.

"Are you the major general who just talked to Dad?"

Michael did not answer, but narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Marco? The Phoenix form of the mythical beast species?"

To be honest, he was in a very bad mood now.