piratefiction Chapter 482: Roger's Old Feud!
Chapter 482: Roger's Old Feud!
Upon hearing Chen Ye's words, the white-bearded man naturally understood what Chen Ye meant!
Then, Whitebeard stood up.
He started walking.
He walked up to Roger's desk.
The pirates, who were still playing rock-paper-scissors, suddenly shut their mouths and obediently stepped aside to make way.
The white-bearded man stopped in front of Roger's desk.
He looked down at his arch-enemy from his high vantage point, his golden eyes blazing with fury.
The firelight flickered, reflecting his signature crescent-shaped beard.
He grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.
The sound was like muffled thunder.
"Roger, you bastard, don't drink too much. Shall I help you remember the romantic entanglements you've accumulated?"
This came too suddenly.
Roger was sitting imposingly on the wooden crate, grabbing a bottle and chugging liquor down his throat.
His eyes widened suddenly.
His black pupils shrank to a single point.
The strong, spicy liquor had just slid down my throat when those words made me choke back down.
"puff--!"
Roger coughed so hard he nearly vomited a mouthful of alcohol.
The mist of alcohol lashed out at Zefa across the way.
Roger awkwardly put down the bottle, wiped the wine stains off his chin haphazardly with the back of his hand, and stared at the white-bearded man with a look of astonishment.
His beard was all wet, making him look both comical and disheveled.
He never imagined that the old fogey Whitebeard would ask such a question in front of the whole world.
Zefa reacted extremely quickly, tilting his head to avoid the alcohol mist.
Instead of getting angry, he slapped his thigh hard.
Crackling.
Zefa burst into wild laughter, laughing so hard he was doubled over, tears streaming down his face.
"Hahaha! Roger! You bastard, you've finally met your match!"
Zefa shouted loudly.
"Newgate! Well said! I must hear this whole story today! Nobody's going to interrupt me!"
He picked up his wine glass, leaned back heavily in his chair, clearly intending to watch the show.
Lox emerged from the shadows.
He carried a half-empty bottle of cheap liquor, his steps were languid, but his violent aura remained undiminished.
With undisguised malice on his face, he walked to the table and deliberately raised his voice.
"Hahaha! Roger, that bastard, deserved it!"
Rocks' eyes were full of mockery and arrogance as he stared intently at Roger.
"Finally, someone's brought up your old grievances! Let's see how you handle this!"
Shanks, who was having a drinking contest with Marco, suddenly brightened up when he heard the noise.
He immediately brought over with his wine glass, his face full of curiosity, and nudged Beckman with his elbow, urging him to come and watch the show.
Shanks moved closer.
The Red-Haired Gang's leaders immediately stopped playing drinking games.
The burly men of the Whitebeard Pirates also put down their barrels of liquor.
They held their breath.
Brooke stood on the nearby cliff, playing the violin with her eyes closed.
The originally cheerful dance music slowed down.
Roger finally realized what was happening.
He suddenly stood up.
It made a banging sound.
"Bullshit! Newgate! Stop spouting nonsense!"
Roger roared with righteous indignation, his face flushed red from the alcohol.
"I, Gol D. Roger, admit it! I have debts for drinks and debts for battle on this sea! But I swear to God! I have absolutely no debts to any random woman!"
The Roger that Chenye summoned at this time naturally had no idea what Whitebeard meant!
Just then.
A voice came from the high platform.
Chen Ye leaned lazily against the cold metal chair back, holding a glass of scarlet wine in his hand.
His voice wasn't loud.
But the news reached the ears of everyone present!
"You certainly don't owe any women anything."
Chen Ye paused for a moment.
His gaze pierced through the crowd and landed fixed on Roger.
He uttered the second half of the sentence in the coldest tone.
It's something your future self owes you!
This sentence has magic.
Noisy.
Stopped abruptly.
The wind stopped.
The ashes in the air remained suspended.
The crackling sound of the campfire was jarring and frightening.
The whole world was deathly silent.
Luffy was sitting in a pile of meat, his hands gripping pieces of meat with bones, when he froze in mid-chew.
His greasy cheeks bulged, and he blinked blankly.
Everyone stopped breathing.
The air was as heavy as stone.
Ace was sitting by the ruins, holding a piece of meat he had just stolen.
As soon as Chen Ye finished speaking, he turned around abruptly.
His brows were furrowed tightly together.
Heart beating wildly.
He realized that the words were directed at him.
Frustration and resistance surged up like a volcano.
Ace's eyes turned extremely dangerous; he gritted his teeth and unconsciously clenched his left fist.
He stared intently at Roger, his breathing rapid and heavy.
Sabo was standing next to Ace.
The smile on his face vanished instantly, and his eyes sharpened like an eagle's.
Without saying a word, he took a half step forward without making a sound, slightly turned his body, and precisely blocked Ace's side and front.
Sabo's muscles were stretched to their limit.
His right hand, gloved in black, had already touched the water pipe behind him.
The left hand assumes the starting stance of the Dragon Claw Hand.
Absolute vigilance.
Anyone who dares to approach Ace will face his wrath.
Whitebeard did not turn around.
His mountain-like body shifted to the side, becoming like an iron fortress, completely blocking Ace's rear.
He slammed the Murakumo-giri he was holding heavily onto the ground.
Boom!
The power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit flowed along the blade, emitting a cold and dangerous white light.
The white-bearded man's eyes were incredibly determined.
Ace is his son.
No one can do anything to his family in front of him.
Even One Piece won't work.
Chen Ye sat high above, coldly observing the tense atmosphere below, a composed smile playing on his lips.
He raised his right hand, palm down, and pressed down slightly.
An invisible, chaotic force suddenly descended.
The dark gray power transformed into a transparent barrier, completely isolating this core area from the outside.
The wind can't get in.
The pirates outside couldn't hear anything.
Chen Ye was in control of the entire situation.
Roger stood frozen in place.
Chen Ye's words about what his future self owed him.
Although he didn't know what debts his future self would owe, but!
He could guess a thing or two!
He turned his head with difficulty, his neck making a cracking sound.
His gaze swept over the crowd, over the white-bearded man's shoulders, and over Sabo's figure.
It hit Ace's face head-on.
Roger's gaze froze.
His eyes were wide open, and the muscles around his eyes twitched uncontrollably.
His gaze swept across Ace's face with a crazed look.
He could probably guess that it was related to the kid in front of him!
From the first moment Roger met that kid, he felt a strange sense of familiarity!
Roger's fingers tightened, gripping the wooden wine glass tightly.
The wine glass creaked under its own weight.
Snapped!
The wine glass broke.
A splinter pierced his palm, and blood mixed with alcohol dripped through his fingers.
Clusters of dark red blood flowers.
Roger felt no pain.
He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing laboriously.
He wanted to understand clearly what his relationship was with this young man in front of him!
But for some reason right now!
Roger was too afraid to speak!
The mighty Pirate King is afraid!
Chen Ye slowly stood up, looking down at the stalemate, at Roger's breakdown and Ace's resistance.
His eyes showed no pity.
Only indifference.
"This time."
Roger!
Chen Ye's voice was icy cold.
"You should try to resolve this issue."