The news reached the world! Newsbirds carrying large amounts of newspapers flew to all corners of the world.
"Ah? How is that possible!?"
On countless islands, towns, villages, and ships, many people, holding the newspapers that had just dropped from the newsbirds, were speechless, astonished by the headline on the front page.
"CP0, the strongest intelligence agency under the World Government, arrested Marshall D. Teach, a crew member of the Whitebeard Pirates?!"
"Is it true? Is the World Government doing this intentionally to provoke that Sea Emperor?"
"Could it be that this behemoth has already prepared for a full-scale war and can't help but make a move against the Whitebeard Pirates?"
"Not very likely, is it? The vacant positions of the Seven Warlords of the Sea have just been filled. The balance of the Three Great Powers of the Sea is about to be directly broken..."
A sudden major news story, without any warning signs. The news was like a bomb, leaving countless people somewhat dazed, as if in a dream, completely unprepared.
The entire Sabaody Archipelago was buzzing. The auction, which was originally scheduled to begin tomorrow, was what most people were most eager about—to see who would finally get the Devil Fruit.
Because it was not only a famous pirate in the New World, a big shot in the underworld, and even a cadre under the 'Four Emperors', it seemed everyone was interested in the Devil Fruit to be auctioned this time. But no one expected such a sudden change to occur.
Even with eyes closed, they knew that Whitebeard, who always protected his subordinates, would certainly not take this lying down.
Near the sea.
Five or six huge warships, completely linked together, formed another kind of small 'island', directly lying on the sea.
"Heh, this is truly big news..."
Neji, who had just finished breakfast, looked at the newspaper his subordinate had just delivered and couldn't help but laugh: "Looks like there's going to be a good show."
"It's just an ordinary crew member who got caught. It shouldn't be a big problem, right?" Buru, who was training and sweating profusely, shrugged, somewhat puzzled.
"Fool, 'Four Emperors' are not like ordinary pirates, especially Whitebeard, who is recognized as the strongest among the Four Emperors of the Sea, yet he prefers to stand before the supreme throne but is unwilling to ascend to the top..." Neji was truly fed up with Buru's ignorance and explained directly with some helplessness: "This is tantamount to slapping them in the face! For these big figures, if they remain unmoved, it's impossible to imagine!"
Strictly speaking, what he said was not entirely accurate. Whitebeard was not enraged because he was slapped in the face, but because the World Government had harmed his son. He would certainly launch a fierce revenge, but the final outcome was not far off.
Next, there would be a storm, 100%!
However, how large this storm would be, even Enji, who personally directed this incident, couldn't fully ascertain, but it was very clear that Whitebeard would definitely not take this lying down easily.
Aside from the participants in this incident and Izabelle, his personal maid, neither Neji nor Buru, nor anyone else, would have imagined that this was done by Enji and Bartholomew. They didn't even know that Enji had already left a few days ago with the Guardian Beast and others, and had rendezvoused with Bartholomew, who was directly waiting in the New World. What appeared grandly on the warship was merely his doppelganger.
It wasn't until last night that he brought them back.
Enji, dressed in a white shirt and black casual trousers, walked out of the castle with a refreshed look. Having achieved satisfactory results, he was in a great mood last night. He directly picked the most beautiful flower from CP9. He had no guilt or similar negative feelings at all.
No matter how you put it, she came from an intelligence agency like CP9. She had undergone very strict training since she was a child, so suicide was clearly impossible for her.
He had no intention of treating this naturally innocent beauty like an ancestor to be worshipped. He had never even considered slowly developing feelings or anything like that.
Isn't there a saying? Love grows over time!
"...Hehe, next, what will you do?"
Without disturbing her, Izabelle, who had already woken up early and started training, was sweating a bit. She sat on a chair moved by a soldier, took the newspaper delivered by a subordinate, and immediately burst out laughing.
"Whitebeard..."
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