The Moby Dick was filled with lively excitement.
The pirates gathered on the deck, drinking rum and cheering.
Someone had just returned from outside, bringing shocking news.
"Old man, Mariejois has been bombed!" a pirate shouted excitedly.
"That's wonderful!" another pirate chimed in. "I've been disgusted by those bastards for a long time. Someone finally did it."
"Those bastards always had this coming, hahaha!"
Other pirates echoed the sentiment.
Edward Newgate, holding a bowl of wine, let out a hearty laugh upon hearing the news:
"Gurarararara..."
He raised his bowl and said heroically:
"This news really makes the wine taste better! Everyone, keep drinking!"
The pirates cheered even louder, with each squad reveling in different areas, the air filled with the aroma of wine and excitement.
Teach mingled in the crowd, his lips slightly curved, his eyes flashing with complex emotions.
His long-held goal was the Dark-Dark Fruit, and he would do anything to get it, even be Whitebeard's son.
A pirate put his arm around Teach's shoulder and laughed loudly:
"Teach, are you getting used to being in the pirate crew these days?"
Teach rolled his eyes and replied with a similar laugh:
"Of course, I'm used to it. Everyone is very enthusiastic."
There was a hint of cunning in his smile, but it was hidden so deeply that no one noticed.
At this moment, Newgate's voice sounded again, his eyes sweeping over the celebrating pirates, his gaze full of heroism:
"Gurarararara, we, the Whitebeard Pirates, fear no opponent! As long as we have wine and family, we can face any storm with a smile!"
The pirates' cheers reached their peak, and the sound of clinking glasses echoed through the clouds.
Teach, in the crowd, his eyes flickering, secretly pondered his next move.
Although he outwardly blended into this joyous scene, deep down, he knew his goal was still distant and dangerous.
Of course, at this moment, he, like the other pirates, raised his glass, drank freely, and shared this brief joy.
"I will definitely get it, I must get it!!!"
When he gets those things, the sea will be his to leap, the sky his to fly, and he can control this world.
Those who are high above now will be trampled under his feet sooner or later!
The sea breeze continued to blow, and the banquet was as lively as ever.
......
Sabaody Archipelago.
The atmosphere on the island was so tense that it was suffocating, and almost every corner had been searched countless times.
The members of the God's Knights all had solemn faces, standing on the tree trunks, their eyes scanning the surroundings.
A member lowered his voice and reported: "This island and the surrounding waters have been searched by us many times, but we still haven't found any trace of those two people."
"Based on the current situation, those two people can no longer be near this island."
"That person was able to rescue people under our noses. It will indeed be difficult for us to detect their departure."
"......"
The God's Knights frowned, their expressions anxious.
Everyone could feel the urgency and invisible pressure in the air.
The previous confidence and pride were now replaced by an endless sense of powerlessness.
The Five Elders stood aside, their faces as gloomy as if a storm was about to break.
Jaygarcia Saturn clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking, his eyes filled with anger and unwillingness:
"How could this be? How could a seriously injured person disappear without a trace under our noses!"
Shepherd Ju Peter said coldly:
"This is definitely not a coincidence. Someone must be helping them behind the scenes. This incident may even have been premeditated from the beginning. We must find them, or we will become a laughingstock for the whole world!"
"This is our shame, the shame of the entire World Government!"
"......"
The members of the God's Knights looked at each other, conveying their unwillingness and anger.
When have they ever been so frustrated?
Today's events can be considered a different kind of unforgettable experience for them.
They were unwilling to believe that a seriously injured person could escape under their noses.
A tense atmosphere filled the air, and the surrounding trees seemed to be under tremendous pressure.
The God's Knights and the Five Elders all understood that the search before them was not just a mission, but a contest of dignity and power.
"Continue the search! Summon all the surrounding marines! Expand the search range! No matter what, we must find them!"
Jaygarcia Saturn roared, his voice echoing through the forest, carrying an undeniable majesty.
The God's Knights and the Five Elders dispersed and began a carpet search again.
They knew that capturing Jin was their top priority, and they had no time to worry about other things.
As for those escaped slaves, they had already dispatched the guards of Mariejois to capture them.
However, the chaos allowed many slaves to escape.
Although the guards tried their best to search, there were always some who slipped through the net.
The slaves had long known that there would be a search, and they used various methods to hide their tracks, disappearing without a trace.
"The slaves will spread the news of what happened in the Holy Land. Relying solely on those guards is a bit stretched."
A member of the God's Knights kicked a stone away in anger.
"We don't have time to care about those escaped slaves now," Jaygarcia Saturn said coldly. "Our top priority is to capture that mysterious person."
The Five Elders knew that only by capturing Jin could they save face and regain control of the situation.
They were unwilling to waste any more time on those escaped slaves; those small matters were no longer worth their attention.
As for public opinion, wasn't that always controlled by the World Government?
He was confident that he could control the spread of this matter.
The Buster Call in hand was their best means to silence the world.
"Concentrate all forces to search for that mysterious person!"
Marcus Mars sternly ordered.
"The navy has already begun to capture those who escaped!"
Every inch of land, every sea area, would not be spared.
However, even with their best efforts, the faint unease in their hearts could not be dispelled.
It seemed that an invisible force was controlling everything, making it impossible for them to find the trace of that mysterious person.
The wind howled on the island, as if telling of their helplessness and anger.
No matter how hard they tried, the figure of that mysterious person still disappeared from their sight like a ghost.
Becoming a pain in their hearts that they could not let go of.
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