One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 250: Whitebeard and Zephyr!

Zephyr looked at the white-bearded man in front of him and subconsciously took half a step back.

Two remnants of the old era.

One is hailed as the world's strongest pirate emperor.

One is the Black Fist Instructor who has trained countless naval elites.

Their gazes collided in the air, making the air itself seem thick and sticky.

Marco leaped off the ship and stood beside the white-bearded man, staring intently at Zephyr.

"Dad, be careful, Zephyr."

"This guy almost detonated the kinetic rock just now, destroying half of the New World."

Marco's voice was full of hostility.

For pirates, a madman like Zephyr is an absolute nemesis.

Zefa clenched his fist.

He is a sinner.

He is a dangerous element to the Navy, to pirates, and to the world.

"snort."

Two puffs of white breath came out of the white-bearded man's nostrils.

He lowered his head and looked down at the purple-haired old man in front of him, who was much shorter than him.

Zefa gritted his teeth.

If Whitebeard were to make a move, he would risk his life, which he had just regained, to knock out two of the other person's teeth.

however.

Whitebeard did not raise the Murakumo-giri.

He stared at Zephyr for a few seconds, then suddenly slammed the Supreme Grade Sword in his hand heavily onto the ground.

"Thump!"

The ground trembled again.

Whitebeard waved his hand and roared at the pirates behind him.

"My lords!"

The pirates on the ship responded in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

"oh!!!"

The white-bearded man's mouth curled into a haughty grin.

"Now that the crisis is over, everyone's a guest!"

"Since we have distinguished guests, we should naturally hold a banquet!"

"Bring out all the best wine and meat from the cabin! We're not leaving until we're drunk!"

Marco was stunned by these words.

"Dad?"

Marco hesitated for a moment.

The white-bearded man glanced at him, his eyes leaving no room for doubt.

"What? Marco, you have a problem with that?"

A smile flickered in Marco's dead fish eyes as he raised his hands.

"No objection, Dad, it's your decision."

After saying that, Marco turned around and waved to his brothers on the ship.

"Did you hear that? Dad said we're having a banquet! Bring out all the wine!"

Cheers erupted instantly.

The originally somber atmosphere transformed into a noisy and lively one with just a few words from the white-bearded man.

Zefa stood frozen in place.

He stared at the scene before him, his mind blank.

"Whitebeard..."

Zefa finally managed to squeeze out a hoarse voice, trembling without even realizing it himself.

"You don't hate me?"

Whitebeard stopped turning around and looked at Zephyr.

Zefa pointed to his chest and roared.

"I am Zephyr! I am Black Arm, who has been holding you pirates captive for your entire lives!"

"You should kill me! Or tear me to pieces!"

"Buying me a drink? Are you insulting me, Whitebeard!"

Zefa's roar echoed through the harbor.

This inexplicable leniency made him feel worse than if he were killed.

Whitebeard turned around and faced Zephyr.

"hate you?"

The white-bearded man chuckled.

"My stupid son caused trouble. As a father, I'm angry, but all I want to do is spank him."

"Since Chen Ye spared you, it means you old man are still of some use."

The white-bearded man paused, his gaze deep.

"and……"

His lips curled into a wide grin again, revealing that signature smile that was both mocking and smug.

"To see a former admiral betrayed by the Navy, abandoned by the world, and end up in this sorry state..."

"I'll treat you to a drink; consider it a big joke!"

"Gura la la la la la!"

The white-bearded man's laughter was deafening.

Zefa's face turned a deep liver color.

humiliation.

This is absolutely humiliating.

But he couldn't refute it.

He's a lost dog now, a joke who can't even die.

"Come on up, Zephyr!"

After laughing his fill, Whitebeard turned and walked toward the gangway, waving his hand behind his back to Zephyr.

"Stop dawdling like a woman. On my ship, once we pick up our glasses, there are no navy or pirates, only men drinking!"

He boarded the Moby Dick without looking back.

Zephyr stood still, watching the white-bearded man's retreating figure.

That kind of openness.

That kind of magnanimity.

I've never seen it before.

"What a..."

He shook his head, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips.

"...a jerk you can't bring yourself to hate."

Is this the strongest man on this vast ocean?

Is this the man who, after Roger's death, bore the weight of an entire era alone?

His previous stubbornness seemed so narrow-minded and ridiculous in front of this man.

A hand gently patted his back.

Zefa turned around.

Chen Ye stood behind him, a wine bottle appearing in his hand at some point.

"Let's go, Mr. Zephyr."

"This cup is not for justice, nor for evil."

"Just to survive."

Aokiji also came over, his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, teacher, go and try it. The cherry pie on the Whitebeard's boat may be awful, but the wine is the best in the New World."

"Even you, Kuzan, are..."

Zephyr looked at the two young men, then at the brightly lit pirate ship.

The sea breeze carried the aroma of roasted meat and the boisterous sounds of pirates playing drinking games.

This should have been the sound he hated most.

Hearing it now, however, evokes a long-lost feeling of... anger.

It's the taste of being alive.

"snort."

Zefa snorted coldly, straightened his tattered purple suit, and raised his head.

"Drink then! Back in the day, I never lost to that old bastard Garp when it came to drinking!"

"If Whitebeard's liquor isn't good, I'll flip the table!"

After saying that, he strode off toward the Moby Dick.

Chen Ye watched Zefa's retreating figure, his smile deepening.

"Let's go too."

He said to Aokiji.

Aokiji nodded and followed behind Chenye.

"Hey, Chenye."

Aokiji suddenly asked in a low voice.

"You knew it all along? That Whitebeard would accept his teacher?"

Chen Ye kept walking, his voice calm.

"My father was a pure person. He valued people for who they were, not for their status."

"Zeffa is a respectable opponent, and also a pitiful old father. Whitebeard understands that feeling."

"That's why he's 'Old Man,' while the others are just pirates."

The banquet had already begun on the deck.

The noisy crowd quieted down slightly the moment Zephyr stepped onto the deck.

Countless eyes were fixed on this former admiral.

There was curiosity, scrutiny, and lingering hostility.

But no one drew their sword.

Because their father was sitting in the main seat, holding a huge wine bowl, which he raised to Zefa.

"Hey! Zephyr!"

Whitebeard shouted.

"That's your seat! Sit down!"

He pointed to an empty seat opposite him.

The VIP seating area.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Zefa strode over to the spot and plopped down in it.

He grabbed the wine jar, and without using a bowl, tilted his head back and poured it down.

"Glug! Glug! Glug!"

Zefa downed half a jar in one go and slammed the jar heavily on the table.

"ha--!"

"Great! This liquor is strong!"

"Gurara la la la! Of course!"

The white-bearded man laughed loudly and raised his wine bowl, drinking it all in one gulp.

Upon seeing this, the pirates erupted in deafening cheers.

"Wow! That old man can really hold his liquor!"

"No wonder he's a former general! His alcohol tolerance is indeed impressive!"

"Hey! Bring that old man another jar! Don't let him underestimate the Whitebeard Pirates!"

The atmosphere was instantly ignited.

Zephyr looked at the pirates around him raising their glasses to him and felt a mixture of absurdity and warmth.

He dedicated his life to the navy, only to be abandoned by it in the end.

He considered pirates his mortal enemies, but in the end, it was the pirates who gave him a drink and a seat.

This world is truly insane.

But it's precisely because of this madness that it seems so...interesting.

Chen Ye sat on a wooden barrel not far away, swirling a glass of red wine as he watched this scene.

Aokiji leaned against him, holding a glass of sherry on the rocks.

"You win."

Aokiji looked at Zephyr, who was drinking with Whitebeard, and said softly.

"The teacher... hasn't been this relaxed in a long time."

Even when he was at Marine Headquarters, he was always on edge, for justice, for his students, and for the hatred his family had suffered.

"Unexpectedly, it was a group of pirates who finally resolved his inner conflict."

Chen Ye took a sip of wine, his gaze deep.

"Sometimes, what's needed when you have a knot in your heart isn't grand principles, but a complete release."

"What could be more 'fuck the world' than getting completely drunk on your mortal enemy's ship?"

Aokiji paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Fuck the world...?"

"That's a very good point."

He also raised his glass and toasted the night sky.

"For this fucked-up world."

"Cheers."

Chen Ye raised his glass in response.

"Cheers."

The revelry on the Moby Dick had only just begun.