Chapter 551 Apprentice

The Grand Line, the New World.

"Dad! Daddy!!"

"The redhead said he wants to see you!!"

A report from one of Whitebeard's many sons on the Whitebeard Pirates.

This is a historical scene of the meeting between the two Yonko.

Whitebeard looked disapproving.

"Ah...let him come here."

"Then boy, have you brought me some good wine?!"

The son got permission from his father and passed it on.

"Meet the red-haired captain!"

The other party is here to visit, not to fight.

The Whitebeard Pirates are not the kind of pirates who have no rules and regulations. They must at least create a path for the red hair to pass.

"The redhead is coming."

This is Diamond Joze, the captain of the Whitebeard Pirates' third division.

In front of him is the captain of the first team, Margao.

"Juniors all stand back, be careful that your body cannot bear it."

"Hey? What do you mean you can't bear it?"

"Never mind it, just hide behind it."

As a ship's doctor, Margao is still very concerned about the physical condition of the crew.

But it was still too late, as Shanks stepped up the steps.

The invisible aura of overlord was released, and those with weak willpower immediately grabbed Dier with their faces and foamed at the mouth.

If we say that Garp has trained his armed color into a passive one.

Shanks has developed his Overlord color into a passive one. This is the "Face Fruit". Now, Shanks has also released some Overlord color. After all, he is not a weakling who can join the Whitebeard Pirates. .

"Ah! What happened to you?! What happened!"

People who don’t understand panic, and those at the captain level are used to it.

"Ah, it's too late. It's okay. Don't worry about them. They just fainted."

Margao explained.

Jozi took up the end of his words, "If you are not prepared to stand in front of him and speak, you will faint..."

"Same as before...very domineering!!"

I saw Shanks walking alone dragging a huge wine bottle. With every step he took, people fell down on both sides, and even cracks appeared on the ship's planks.

As Jozy said, domineering shows off.

Everyone was quiet except for the sound of Whitebeard's drinking and the click of Shanks' shoes on the ground.

Until Shanks came to Whitebeard.

The eight-meter-tall Whitebeard is taller than Shanks even when sitting down, and his physique is much stronger than Shanks.

But Shanks lost physically, but not in terms of momentum.

"excuse me!"

"It was an enemy ship after all. I scared them a little."

"I brought you water to heal your injuries."

"I have something to discuss with you."

Whitebeard stared at Shanks sideways with a look of disdain. He had the qualifications, but that didn't mean he looked down on Shanks.

"Every time I see your face, I want to ask, are the wounds that that kid left on you still hurting?"

"Look at how domineering you are, and you still say you're not here to fight?"

"You bastard, gula la la!!!"

The "that kid" Whitebeard refers to naturally refers to Blackbeard. The three scars on Shanks's face were left by Blackbeard. When he was in the Whitebeard Pirates, he used iron claws as weapons. I don't know. Why haven't I seen him use it since he defected?

"Hey! Redhead, what do you want to do?!"

Margao shouted.

"Oh! Captain Margao of the first team! Do you want to join us?"

Shanks was poaching in front of the "boss".

"Cut the nonsense!!"

It is naturally impossible for Margao to betray his father, Whitebeard.

"Dad, we..."

Jozi asked. Whitebeard didn't speak. Of course he didn't dare to take action himself.

"It seems he's not here to fight. Let the two of us be alone for a while."

Whitebeard spoke, and his sons immediately obeyed the order and retreated to the first floor deck, leaving only Whitebeard and Shanks on the second floor.

"Xihai's wine... doesn't look very good."

Whitebeard commented before drinking.

Shanks put a smile on his face.

"I've traveled all the seas of the world... and there's no better drink."

“Try my hometown bar.”

When Whitebeard heard this, he raised his head and took a sip, "Well...it's not bad."

"Roger...Garp...Sengoku..."

“Not many people knew about the sea at that time.”

Whitebeard suddenly began to miss him.

Shanks replied.

"Twenty-two years have passed...it's no wonder."

Whitebeard grinned, "You can climb pretty fast too. Back then you were just a trainee kid next to Gol D. Roger..."

"Roger and I often battle with each other's ships, and we've become familiar with them after going back and forth."

"Where's that funny red nose you were with? Is he dead?"

Speaking of Bucky, Shanks also had memories in his mind

"Bucky..."

"I really miss those days."

"On the day the captain was executed, we parted ways in Rogue Town, and there has been no news since then..."

"I heard he is still working as a pirate."

"For me, it's just a snap of the fingers."

"There are also legends that many people are continuing to write. The day when you dueled with Hawkeye seems like yesterday to me."

"Everyone was stunned that someone like you could lose an arm in the East China Sea."

"What kind of enemy took away your left arm?"

Shanks covered the severed arm with his coat, and the figures of Luffy and Bai Yun appeared in his mind. Of course, there are still more Luffy.

"This..."

"I bet him on the [New Era]!"

When Whitebeard heard this answer, he replied while drinking, "As long as you don't regret it."

Shanks smiled back, and after finishing the pleasantries, he started talking about business.

"There is good news, a junior I know..."

Shanks said, remembering what Beckman had been telling him before he got on the ship, "You must say he is my apprentice! You must say Bai Lun, who chopped off Blackbeard's left arm, is my apprentice!!"

"He's Ben's apprentice."

Whitebeard wondered why Shanks suddenly mentioned a junior.

"Ben? That Beckman who plays with guns, right?"

"Yes."

"His apprentice, what happened?"

"His apprentice...cut off Blackbeard's left arm."

Shanks said calmly.

There was also a slight change on the face of Whitebeard, who had always been calm and composed.

Shanks noticed this, and the corners of his mouth curled up proudly.

"This kind of joke is not funny."

"Besides, you don't want to be a joker."

This was Whitebeard's answer.