It's just...
The skeleton gentleman stands in front of the microphone, sometimes tiptoeing, sometimes crouching down, looking around everywhere.
Finally, he stood there dazed, scratching his head in confusion.
Huh, where's my violin?
It was clearly here just now, could it have been taken away secretly by some naughty kids?
Speaking of which.
Isn't there a notorious young lady in the Endgame with a bad reputation?
Brook turns his head, his suspicious gaze falls on Nami, who is teasing Ah Yin and laughing...
...
On the other side.
The people at the table continue their merry drinking.
[You sacrificed Brook's violin and earned 1800 points]
Not bad.
Shano contentedly withdrew his gaze from the system panel.
This banquet was bustling, everyone drank quite a lot, making it really easy to make moves.
Even if someone lost something, they'd never suspect the dignified "King of Four Seas".
Resulting in the fact that the banquet was only halfway, and he had already taken advantage of several bathroom breaks, making rounds across the hall, and can make a fat retreat.
Apart from Brook.
There are probably dozens more who haven't been fleeced, providing 2600 points.
This brought his current point total to 23,000.
Much closer to the target of 50,000 points, only 27,000 away now.
"Shano..."
A low murmur suddenly came from across.
Hmm?
Shano raised his head, somewhat confused, looking at Whitebeard.
"You remember, right? You saved me twice, and I promised I'd repay you well..."
Whitebeard burped, he was already red-faced from drinking, dizzy, seemingly about to fall asleep on the table.
"Mhm, as long as you remember."
Shano thought the old man was just drunk and didn't pay much attention, "Can't hold it anymore, I've arranged your room long ago. Shall I have someone help you over?"
"Who's can't hold it, brat!"
The old man suddenly shouted, forcefully placing the barrel on the table, shaking the whole plaza into silence.
"Pops?"
The White Team members instinctively looked over.
"Guralalala!"
Whitebeard supported himself with his hand, standing up, with a body nearly seven meters tall, so everyone at the surrounding dozens of tables could see him clearly:
"Hey! Looking over, both families are here in full force. Taking today's chance, I have something important to, to tell you all here!"
Whitebeard looked around, his gaze sweeping over every face of the White Team captains and Endgame members, smiling with a sliver of relief gleaming in his drunken eyes.
"Guralalala, I'm turning seventy this year."
He patted his sturdy chest and said, "Although I can still fight and have some fame left, this war made me realize one thing, the remnants of the old era should've long retired from the stage. This ocean, this era, ultimately belongs to the young!"
Diamond Jozu felt something, showed an astonished expression, and suddenly stood up: "Pops, is this..."
"Let Pops finish, Jozu."
Marco pushed Jozu back down.
"Marco."
Jozu turned his head.
Marco smiled slightly, evidently this man who knew Pops best had long anticipated Whitebeard's decision.
"So!"
Whitebeard announced with a hearty laugh:
"From today on, I will officially retire, and the Whitebeard Pirates will formally disband! All territories, sea routes, trade, and all other assets under command... will be handed over to the Endgame for takeover!"