Chapter 151 Reactions from all walks of life

As time passed, other kings on the sea also learned about the attack on the Shampoo Islands, with different expressions.

In a corner of the One Piece Yonko sea area, on the rough sea, the flagship of the Whitebeard Pirates, "Yama", stood firmly on the waves like a huge sea fortress.

At this time, Whitebeard was sitting on the bow of the ship, holding a newspaper that had just been delivered in his hand. The headline of the newspaper was "Attack on the Shampoo Islands" written in large characters.

His eyes wandered between the lines, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he burst out into a burst of heroic laughter: "Uh-huh, hahahaha, this little guy was attacked by an unknown person?"

"Interesting, really interesting!"

"Have the navy and the World Government broken up?"

The white beard is tall and tall, like a majestic mountain peak, holding the giant naginata, and the white beard trembles in laughter, like a blooming white wave.

His laughter was like thunder, shaking the entire sea area. Several adopted sons gathered around him, their faces filled with excitement, and they started laughing.

"Haha, let them go dog-eat-dog, Dad!"

"Yes, it would be best if all these people died."

Another adopted son echoed, his eyes shining with longing for the future.

It seemed that he really thought that it would be best if Huo Yuhao and all the people in the navy and world town government died.

Listening to the exaggerated laughter of the adopted sons, although Whitebeard felt a little proud, there was a hint of bitterness in his laughter.

His face looked older in the sun, with wrinkles stretching like the coastline.

At this time, although he is still a legend in the pirate world, he also feels the ruthlessness of time.

In his speculation, Huo Yuhao's strength was already quite astonishing, but he still almost sunk the entire Shampoo Islands.

This means that there must be many hidden powers in World Town Mansion that are unknown!

"Young ladies, we're getting ready to have a party, hahahahaha."

Whitebeard laughed, and the sound was as loud as the waves hitting the rocks. A dozen pirate ships immediately burst into amazing cheers. The enthusiasm of the pirates reached its peak at this moment, and the sound of the collision of wine glasses intertwined into a carnival movement. .

However, amidst the cheers, Whitebeard's mood became increasingly heavy.

He looked across the sea into the distance, seeming to be thinking about something.

The partners he had fought alongside each other appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel melancholy in his heart: "My strength has declined even more seriously..." He whispered to himself, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

"Can Marco take over from me!"

Whitebeard was thinking, but he was a little worried.

He knew that as the captain of the pirate group, he shouldered the responsibility of protecting his adopted sons, but now his body was gradually declining.

His strength was once a symbol of invincibility, but now it is gradually showing its weakness due to the erosion of hidden wounds.

"How much longer can I last?"

Whitebeard thought to himself, frowning slightly.

Although the power of his Shock Fruit is still powerful, the hidden damage is like a hidden reef lurking on the bottom of the sea, which may cause a fatal blow to him at any time.

Whenever he exerted his strength, the pain in his body would surge like a tide, forcing him to be constantly vigilant.

“Can I shelter my children anymore?”

This thought kept echoing in his mind.

Whitebeard knows that his status in the pirate group is unmatched by anyone, but he also knows that as time goes by, one day he will no longer be as strong as before and can no longer protect his adopted sons.

"You know, there is no one who can take the lead in the Whitebeard Pirates right now."

He secretly thought to himself that although Marco was talented, he still had a long way to go before he could shoulder the heavy responsibility of the Yonko Pirates.

Whitebeard felt vaguely uneasy. He could not predict how the pirate world would change in the future.

But he could feel the cheerful atmosphere in the pirate group, and his mood was also infected.

He was laughed out loud as he took it.

"Uh hahahaha, kids, let's cheer."

Everyone raised their glasses and laughed.

As a member of the Whitebeard Pirates who stand at the top of the world, especially with Whitebeard's protection, they are confident and fearless of anyone.

"I can persist for a few more decades, and Marco will definitely grow up by then!"

At this time, in addition to the Whitebeard Sea Area, various other sea areas also caused varying degrees of commotion.

The situation in the four seas is even more obvious, as if a huge stone has been dropped on a calm lake, causing ripples.

As a relatively stable sea area, the navy has the greatest control here, which is far less chaotic and turbulent than the Grand Line.

In these waters, the navy's presence is like a mountain, suppressing pirates with evil intentions.

At the same time, other sea areas where the four emperors were the same as Whitebeard were also making movements, as if an invisible game was quietly unfolding.

The most obvious one is the red-haired Shanks.

The Yonko, who is known as the user with the "face" fruit ability, is currently leading his fleet towards the East China Sea.

The sun shines through the clouds and onto the sea, sparkling, as if adding a layer of mysterious brilliance to his voyage.

Shanks stood on the bow of the boat, the breeze gently blowing through his red hair, bringing a touch of coolness.

There was a faint smile on his face, but there was an elusive light in his eyes, as if he was thinking about some profound plan.

The crew was busy on the deck, and the sea breeze blew their clothes, bringing the salty smell of the sea and the call from afar.

Everyone's face was filled with youthful vigor. Although the sound of the waves came one after another, their hearts were full of longing for the future and the desire for adventure.

Shanks's existence was like a lighthouse, guiding them in the direction of progress.

"Captain, the weather forecast in the East China Sea shows signs of a storm."

A young sailor stepped forward, his face full of tension. His fingers trembled slightly, obviously uneasy about the coming storm.

Shanks smiled slightly, and a firm light flashed in his eyes: "Storms are not terrible, they make us stronger. Remember, a real pirate will never be scared by wind and waves."

His voice was as thick as the waves, conveying fearless courage, and instantly dispelled the haze in the sailor's heart.

Inspired by him, the crew members regained their confidence and began to speed up their actions to prepare for the upcoming challenges.

Shanks turned around and walked towards the cabin, but he was thinking about more important things in his heart.

"The storm in the East China Sea is part of my plan."

He murmured to himself, with a deep wisdom in his eyes.

Although the wind and waves outside were fierce, his faith in his heart was as firm as a rock.

He knew that only in the storm could one forge true strength.

The crew members were busy on the deck, and Shanks' smile was as warm as the sun, shining on everyone.

They were his partners and the indispensable force for his journey.

Shanks looked back at them, and a wave of emotion surged in his heart.

He understood that this route was not only to pursue his dreams, but also to meet unknown challenges with these like-minded friends.

"Are you ready?"

Shanks' voice sounded, with inspiring power.

"Ready!"

The crew responded in unison, their voices as exciting as the waves, full of fighting spirit.

As the ship sailed towards the East China Sea, the sea breeze became stronger and the waves surged, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.

However, Shanks' heart was like a calm lake, without any waves.

He knew that the real adventure had just begun.

At the headquarters of the Big Mom Pirates, the atmosphere was like a volcano about to erupt, and the tension was suffocating.

On the huge dining table, there was a dazzling array of delicious food, including fresh barbecue, colorful fruit platters, steaming seafood dishes, and even a whole exquisite cake, as if showing everyone the rich pirate life.

However, these delicious temptations could not attract Big Mom's attention. Her eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing straight out of the window, as if waiting for an important moment.

Big Mom's face looked more gloomy under the candlelight, her lips were tightly pursed, and her brows were slightly wrinkled, showing her inner excitement.

As the leader of the pirate group, her eyes revealed a trace of majesty that could not be ignored, but at this moment, she was shrouded in an indescribable sense of expectation.

Her men were busy around her carefully, trying not to disturb her thoughts, but their expressions also revealed a tense atmosphere.

"Go, go!"

A burly pirate whispered an order, and the sweat on his face flickered faintly under the candlelight.

His men had already quietly sent people to contact Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao, this name caused a lot of waves within the pirate group.

The aunt's heart was surging with complex emotions.

She remembered the years she fought hard on the sea, those days when she did whatever it took to survive.

She was once a woman despised by others, but now she owns a powerful pirate group and enjoys supreme power.

But now, Huo Yuhao's Sabaody Archipelago was hit and she saw a deeper side.

Now the World Town Government can arrange such a force to attack Huo Yuhao, what if it is stronger?

But she felt a little uneasy, as if a storm was approaching.

Deep in her heart, she had a vague ominous premonition.

"Will he come?"

The aunt suddenly talked to herself, her voice low and hoarse.

Her fingers tapped the table lightly, making a rhythmic sound, as if looking for an outlet for her anxiety.

"Prepare? Prepare for what?"

The aunt's voice instantly rose a few points, with a hint of anger and dissatisfaction.

Her eyes were like thunder and lightning, scanning the subordinates around her, as if looking for an object to vent.

She didn't like being questioned, and she didn't like being assigned tasks.

In the sea on the other side.

In this vast sea, the outline of Wano Country is like a magnificent painting, set against the gloomy sky.

The dark clouds seemed to be brewing an inevitable storm, and the thunder rumbled faintly, like the roar of a distant beast, foreshadowing an imminent change.

However, in this turbulent land, only the territory of Kaido, the King of Beasts, remained like a sleeping beast. It seemed calm on the surface, but in fact, it was surging undercurrents, making people feel uneasy.

Kaido sat on his huge throne, his eyes as deep as the sea, as if he was thinking about something.

The black cape fluttered in the wind behind him, adding a bit of mystery to him.

His face was shrouded in shadows, and only his eyes, as hot as flames, revealed a hint of emotion that was not easily detected.

At this moment, his heart was surging, as if he was fighting fiercely with some invisible force.

"Thunder again."

He whispered to himself, his voice low and hoarse.

At the same time, the streets of Wano Country were a gloomy scene.

People gathered together, laughing and talking one after another, as if they were unaware of the coming storm.

Hawkers were hawking on the streets, children were playing, young lovers were whispering under the trees, and the breath of life was permeating every corner.

But behind this joy, there was a hint of tension, as if everyone felt a sense of crisis in their hearts.

But the most lively ones were the other Shichibukai areas and the Navy Headquarters, Marinford.

When they learned that Huo Yuhao and Jinbei in the Sabaody Archipelago and Hancock were also forced to be involved in the attack, most of the Seven Warlords wanted to rejoice.

In the moonlight, Moriah's figure looked particularly huge.

He sat in a dim laboratory, surrounded by piles of books and various experimental equipment.

The world outside the window looked hazy and mysterious under the moonlight, but Moriah didn't care about it.

Her eyes were fixed on the laboratory table in front of her, where several zombie corpses were placed, emitting a suffocating stench.

He imagined the lives of these zombies before they died. Perhaps they were parents, friends, or young people chasing their dreams.

But now, they are trapped in this endless darkness and have become monsters in people's eyes.

The laboratory was filled with a strong smell of potions, and Moriah began to focus on the work in her hands.

She carefully observed every detail of the zombies, recorded their physiological characteristics, and tried to find out the reason for their resurrection.

And find a way to turn the whole world into a zombie kingdom.

As time went by, her mood gradually became heavy.

Whenever she saw those lifeless eyes, she would always feel a little uneasy.

She wondered if she really had the right to control these lives, or even death?

At this moment, the door of the laboratory was suddenly pushed open, and a strong light poured in, breaking her meditation.

She looked up and saw a young assistant walking in.

His face was full of anxiety, as if there was something urgent that needed to be reported to Moria.

"Lord Moria, there is a riot outside!"

……………………(End of this chapter)