My self-confidence in iron block fans as I travel through One Piece

Chapter 119 It’s too late

"I don't have anything good to drink here. How about red wine?"

Mihawk withdrew his gaze from All Beings Equality Bell and picked up a glass of red wine and a goblet from under the coffee table.

"Row."

The bottle cap is opened.

A smell of wine wafted out, and Mihawk poured a glass for Wilton himself, which was very honorable.

After all, the only people who can make him, Mihawk, pour the wine himself are some of the top monsters in the sea.

Take a sip.

Wilton frowned. He didn't know if he was used to drinking red wine made by Morty. He felt that Mihawk's red wine didn't taste good.

There is a musty feeling.

This guy wouldn't bring him expired or moldy bars, and out of the corner of his eye there wasn't any packaging on them.

"Your red wine doesn't taste very good, it's not as good as the wine we Morty makes."

Wilton shook his head, turned around and found that Sadie, Morty and the four Jailer Beasts were wandering around the hall, treating it as their own home.

Don't consider yourself an outsider at all.

"Oh?"

Mihawk glanced at Sadie and the others in Wilton's direction with a hint of suspicion, then turned back and continued to shake the red wine.

Then get to the point.

"Tell me what you are here for."

Mihawk did not underestimate the man in front of him. He could make Big Mom suffer a loss, and he also fought monsters like the world's most vicious man and Kaido. He knew with his feet that he was really capable.

It is definitely not a fraud as some people have rumored.

The key was to kill and cripple two red-haired cadres, Roaring Gabu and Lucky Lu, both of whom he had an impression of.

Especially Lucky Road.

Although his strength is not the best, it is more than enough to deal with the Vice Admiral of the Navy Headquarters, but facing this man, he is dead and injured.

Of course.

He will not be hostile to Wilton because of his relationship with the redhead, because their friendship has not yet reached this level.

Regardless of his position or strength, he would not easily get involved in such troublesome matters.

"This is a mandatory summons order issued by Marshal Sengoku. Soon the navy will start a war with the Whitebeard Pirates. When the time comes, your king will need to surrender to the Shichibukai."

Wilton took out a summons order, and Mihawk's expression changed slightly after taking it.

"When did you guys catch Fire Fist Ace?"

"They are also publicly executed. This is definitely for the Whitebeard Pirates!"

Mihawk was a little frightened inside.

The King's Shichibukai, the Four Emperors, and the Navy have maintained a balance for several years. Now that the Navy suddenly wants to take action against the Whitebeard Pirates, it is really caught off guard.

After all, no matter which force wins in the end, it will cause unpredictable turmoil.

"I caught it some time ago. The Navy's target this time is indeed the Whitebeard Pirates, and Fire Fist Ace is just a victim of the power struggle."

"It's just a small role, don't take it seriously."

Wilton took another sip of red wine. Although it wasn't as good as the one made by Morty, there was no substitute in front of him.

Just make do with it!

to be frank.

Wilton's words were very arrogant. Fire Fist Ace could not be a small character regardless of his background or strength.

But Mihawk didn't refute Wilton's words. On the contrary, he didn't know what he was thinking about.

after an hour.

The Equality of All Beings left the island of Kraikana.

There was no conflict between Wilton and Mihawk. After seeing the summons, Mihawk said he would arrive at Malinfando within the specified time.

Then Wilton proposed a discussion, but Mihawk refused.

At first, Mihawk also wanted to try Wilton's defense, why can it be called the toughest in the world.

He just happens to be the greatest swordsman in the world.

It was a good time to try whether the spear was stronger or the shield was thicker, but Mihawk lost interest after learning that the navy and the Whitebeard Pirates were about to fight.

at the same time.

Navy Headquarters.

"you sure?"

Zeng Guo's face was ugly, his sharp eyes were full of uncertainty, and the crane below also looked solemn.

"Well, Red Hair may have gone to see White Beard in person."

Crane nodded. It is not good news to receive red hair to meet white beard at this time. Logically speaking, it is impossible for the outside world to get the news so quickly.

"Pay close attention first."

"Now the arrow is on the string and we have to launch it, and the deployment is more than half completed. If we calculate such a big movement, the outside world should be aware of it."

"This time at our home court, there is no reason why we should lose."

"Gotta pick up the pace."

Warring States eyes were serious.

At this point, no one can stop him.

the next day.

New world.

The atmosphere around Moby Dick was buzzing, and the originally clear sky was now covered by dark clouds and filled with lightning and thunder.

With the sound of sonorous footsteps, all the weak-willed pirates on the ship fell to the ground and lost consciousness one by one.

The red-haired man was holding a large wine bottle with one hand and wearing a black cloak. He had short stubble around his mouth and was wearing flip-flops. He had a Western sword slung around his waist. He appeared on the deck like a detached bully in a no-man's land.

Whitebeard was sitting on a chair, with medical equipment inserted into his body and his mouth filled with wine, and he looked at the man walking over unmoved.

"Put away your domineering attitude, you scared my child."

After drinking, Baibeard lowered his head and said calmly.

"Hahaha."

A burst of hearty laughter rang out, and the red-haired man sat down without formality, placing the wine bottle in front of the white-bearded man. "At your request, I personally brought wine to visit you."

Next to him, Jozi took out two wine bowls and placed them in the middle.

The redhead didn't say anything and just filled it up.

"This wine is not bad."

The mellow aroma was sweet and spicy. Baibeard looked at the crystal wine and drank it without fear of poison.

"Of course, this is the wine from my hometown."

The red-haired man drank the same drink in one gulp, his face full of nostalgia.

Because it is the taste of hometown.

This time, Whitebeard didn't answer. After drinking, he just looked at the red-haired man.

"My little brother didn't understand etiquette last time, so this time I'm here to apologize in person."

The red-haired man apologized at first, then his expression became serious.

"You mean the boy with the red afro?" Whitebeard remembered it after thinking about it, as if it happened a while ago.

"Yes, he just joined the red-haired pirates not long ago."

The redhead grinned and shrugged.

"So are you here in person this time or for that matter?"

Whitebeard squinted.

"Have you seen my three scars? That guy Tiqi is far more tolerant and powerful than you think. It was a completely wrong decision for you to let Fire Fist catch him."

The red-haired man stared at the white beard and pointed at the three scars on his left eye with sharp eyes.

"Gula la la."

After listening to what the red-haired man said solemnly, the white-bearded man burst into laughter for no apparent reason.

"You may die, and the Whitebeard Pirates may be pulled off the altar."

The entire scene fell silent, and the terrifying air pressure between the lightning and flints set off a monstrous wave centered on the two people, causing the originally calm sky to become violent again.

There was lightning and thunder in the rolling clouds, and a child's knife and a long sword collided violently without any warning.

"I have a white beard."

Whitebeard stared down at him angrily, with a terrifying aura that was frightening.

The red-haired man held a sword in one hand to resist the cold light and the sword, with a serious expression on his face, "But you are still old."

Ignoring Whitebeard's slowly calming expression, the red-haired man continued to say seriously, "The matter is now over. I know I can't change your decision, but I just want to remind you that Teach's ambition and forbearance are greater than you think." It’s scary, I hope we can meet again after this time.”

Taking one last look at Whitebeard, the red-haired man pushed aside the childish sword, inserted the Western sword into the scabbard, and turned away. He had no expectations from the beginning.

He just came to give me a heads up.

The decision rests with Whitebeard.

Watching the red-haired figure leave, Whitebeard sat on the chair again, all his previous domineering attitude disappeared, and all that remained was silence.

It's too late. .

(End of this chapter)