"That's right, it must be true, that man named Shano!"
Flower Sword Vista also responded decisively.
Compared to some of the captains who have never interacted with Shano, they have absolute confidence in Shano's character.
"If everyone says so, it seems unlikely to be false, damn those Navy bastards! Father, give the order! Gather all the allied Pirate Gangs and let them see the price of underestimating the Whitebeard Pirates!"
Kuriel shouted angrily.
"That's right, father!"
"They dare to attack us as if we don't exist!"
"Let's show these Navy who truly rules the New World!"
The other captains echoed enthusiastically.
After all, they're the Whitebeard Pirates!
Besides the main sixteen divisions, which exceed 1,600 elite members, they have 43 Pirate Gangs scattered around, ready to respond to the call at any time!
The total force exceeds fifty thousand!
Even Endgame can't compare to them in this aspect!
"But..."
Marco still frowned, looking at the eager brothers, then moved to Whitebeard's side and whispered:
"Father, you mentioned the World Government launching a full assault, not just the Navy Headquarters, right? Perhaps we should consider teaming up with Shano and the others..."
"What nonsense are you talking about, Marco."
Whitebeard waved his hand, "This is the Whitebeard Pirates' battle, no need for outsiders. Besides, for the past year, Endgame has already stolen the spotlight, but now..."
He gazed into the distant overcast sky, laughing boldly:
"Gurararara! It's the perfect time to show the world that remnants of the old era can still stir up mighty waves!"
"Father..."
Marco wanted to persuade further, but seeing Whitebeard's resolute eyes, he knew he couldn't change his decision, so he sighed.
His father was a loyal fan of Whitebeard, and he himself had followed Whitebeard since childhood.
No one dared say they understood father more than he did.
But because of this, only he sensed a slight unease in father's emotions...
The enemy's weight was more terrifying than everyone imagined. This was the time to propose an alliance actively, so father wouldn't have to swallow his pride.
But he refused after all...
Father, oh father.
Marco took a deep breath: "In that case, father, let's notify everyone to return and prepare for battle."
"Everyone, go!"
Whitebeard nodded, "But try to keep it low-key, the Navy thinks they can catch us off guard, but the reverse is true!"
"Yes, father!"
With the order given, the Moby Dick became bustling.
The division captains contacted the Pirate Gangs loyal to father through Radio Snails.
The great battle was approaching.
The entire Whitebeard Pirates started functioning like a precise war machine!
The rain intensified, and the sea wind howled.
Whitebeard suddenly stood up, ripped off the needle from the drip, and walked alone to the bow of the ship, gazing at the distant horizon, his white cloak billowing in the wind.
"The waves of the new era have finally crashed onto us old folks..."
He murmured, a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, "Gurararara, Roger, can you see this? This war might be my final dance."
But soon, Whitebeard's gaze became resolute and determined again.
No matter what, even if he had to wager this life, he would do his utmost to protect the Whitebeard Pirates' prestige, to protect these sons he saw as his own.
This was his resolve as Whitebeard, as Edward Newgate!
Meanwhile.
That little brat Shano probably doesn't know the terrifying monster hidden behind the World Government.
Very well.
If this battle forces that monster to reveal itself.
It might give that arrogant brat a wake-up call, to save him from thinking that just because he's beaten the Navy a few times, he's invincible and carefree...