One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 481: An Evil Plan!

As soon as Luffy shouted, the atmosphere in the arena surged even higher.

The pirates gulped down strong liquor. A frenzied fervor swept through the ruins. Some jumped onto tables and danced wildly. Others engaged in drinking contests, collapsing to the ground.

This futuristic island has been completely transformed into a sea of ​​revelry.

Roger, carrying two jars of strong liquor, strode through the chaotic crowd, heading to catch up with an old friend.

Zefa sat on a charred rock, drinking alone.

Aokiji has gone off to sleep somewhere!

Roger plopped down opposite Zephyr. Neither of them spoke.

Roger handed over a jar of wine. Zephyr caught it, and the two jars collided in mid-air.

The two tilted their heads back and gulped it down.

This is the boldness of men from a bygone era. It's a directness that needs no words.

Roger put down the wine jar, wiped the wine from his chin, and grinned.

"Zeff! Look at your navy now!"

Roger's voice was extremely loud, making no attempt to hide the disdain in his tone.

"You self-proclaimed righteous bunch have become rotten to the core these past few years! Even you've deserted the Navy!"

"The Celestial Dragons treat you like expendable resources. Yet you still risk your lives for that hypocritical peace."

I've heard about that kid named Sakazuki. He turned absolute justice into absolute slaughter. Your navy has completely degenerated into the Celestial Dragons' killing tools. It's utterly ridiculous!

Zefa gripped the wine bowl tightly in his hand. The veins on the back of his hand bulged.

He remained silent for a long time. His past beliefs clashed with the present reality in his mind. He had given everything for the Navy. He had lost his family. He had lost his arm. He had even lost his faith in justice.

He assembled the NEO Navy, attempting to destroy the New World through extreme means.

Zefa's emotions were extremely complex at this moment.

He finally relaxed his brow, shook his head with a wry smile.

"It's a long story, Roger."

Zefa's voice was filled with endless bitterness.

Then, the two looked at each other across the fire. Roger burst into laughter. Zephyr also threw his head back and laughed.

The laughter conveyed a sense of relief at the end of an old era.

Those past stances and hatreds seem so insignificant in this world-shaking carnival.

They were just two figures from an old era; that era no longer belonged to them.

On the other side of the campfire, Rocks was still drinking and reminiscing with Whitebeard!

"Newgate, you're playing the good dad now."

A wicked glint gleamed in Lox's eyes. He didn't hesitate to bring up old grievances.

"Who was it that went berserk on my ship back then? You cleaved half the deck in two with a single blow! You weren't this kind back then! You didn't care about the lives of your own men just to steal a chest of treasure. Now you've taken in a bunch of godsons. It's unbelievable!"

Lox's tone was provocative.

The white-bearded man slammed down the enormous wine bowl he was holding. He stood up abruptly.

"Shut your stinking mouth, Rocks!"

Whitebeard glared at the former captain before him.

"You're the most heartless and crazy captain who doesn't care about the lives of your crew! You treated everyone on the ship as cannon fodder for your own ambition! I didn't chop your head off back then because we were on the same ship!"

Their domineering auras clashed in mid-air. A faint crackling sound filled the air. Black lightning crackled wildly between them.

The surrounding pirates quickly retreated, fearing they would be caught in the wrath of these two monsters.

Marco and Joz sat a short distance away, each holding a piece of grilled meat. Their lips twitched as they listened.

Joz sighed helplessly. Marco rubbed his aching temples.

They watched as these two monsters, capable of destroying the world, dredged up old grievances from decades ago like street thugs fighting over territory. The scene was utterly absurd.

Marco took a bite of the meat.

"Dad isn't usually this irritable."

Marco muttered to himself.

"That old monster, Rocks, just loves to stir up trouble."

Joz shook his head and stuffed a large piece of sea king thigh meat into his mouth.

They decided not to get involved in this old-fashioned farce. After all, Chen Ye was watching from above. These two old guys couldn't cause any real trouble.

Inside the Revolutionary Army's camp, Sabo, carrying a full glass of ale, stood up with several Revolutionary Army officers and walked towards the Red-Haired Pirates' table.

Beckman was leaning back in his chair smoking. He straightened up slightly when he saw Sabo approaching.

Sabo gave a genuine smile and raised his glass.

"Thank you all for the perimeter security just now."

Sabo's voice was gentle and relaxed.

Beckman exhaled a smoke ring, picked up his glass, and clinked it heavily against Sabo's.

"It's simply a matter of each getting what they need."

Beckman responded calmly.

Lucky Roux laughed as he gnawed on his steak.

"Don't be shy! We're all friends tonight! Eating more meat is the important thing!"

The atmosphere between the two sides was very harmonious.

The dragon remained seated in the shadows, quietly watching the distant commotion.

Shanks was sitting at the main table. He suddenly turned his head, his gaze piercing through the crowd, and accurately located the dragon's position.

Shanks raised his large glass, a casual smile on his face, and toasted Dragon from afar.

Long was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected Shanks to take the initiative to toast him.

After a moment of surprise, Dragon's expression returned to calm. He slowly raised his right hand, picked up the cup of sake, and slightly toasted it in Shanks' direction.

The leaders of the two major forces reached a subtle understanding without speaking.

Outside the medical area below the platform, Vegapunk had already been toasted by the pirates more than a dozen times.

The elderly man, possessing the world's most powerful mind, was now completely disheveled, slumped limply in his large chair. His tongue was completely stiff.

Edison, the clone, was sweating profusely and grabbed Vegapunk's collar, trying to forcibly pull up this shameful original.

Wake up! You can't drink anymore!

Edison shouted loudly.

Vegapunk broke free from Edison's grasp and waved an empty cup wildly in the air.

He yelled at Chopper, who had just run back from the medical area.

"Hiccup—Little reindeer!"

Vegapunk slurred and his face was flushed.

"You...you are the number one hero who saved the wounded tonight! Your medical skills...hiccup...it's simply a miracle! All those high-tech instruments look clumsy in front of you! Your herbal prescriptions are absolutely perfect!"

Chopper, who was initially worried about the injured, immediately started wriggling his round body upon hearing this straightforward praise, his face turning bright red as he waved his little hands in front of him.

"Damn it! Even if you praise me like that, I won't be happy!"

Chopper cursed loudly, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face. He happily spun around twice.

Chenye sat alone on the metal wreckage high above.

His gaze swept past the noisy crowd and landed on a bonfire not far away. Luffy, Ace, and Sabo were gathered around it.

The three brothers were fighting over the last piece of bone-in roast meat.

Luffy stretched out his rubber arm, trying to snatch the meat from mid-air. Ace, engulfed in flames, punched Luffy's hand away.

"Luffy! You've eaten enough! This piece is mine!"

Ace protested loudly.

Sabo then used his dragon claws to protect the roasted meat.

"This piece is mine! I did the hard work just now!"

Sabo was laughing heartily.

Chen Ye watched this scene with a look of keen interest in his eyes. His emotions were perfectly calm.

Suddenly, Chen Ye keenly sensed something unusual.

He turned his gaze. Across half the square, Roger sat in his seat, holding a wine bowl. He was clearly having a drinking contest with someone!

Chen Ye's lips curled up slightly. A thought, full of amusement and calculation, took shape in his mind.

The banquet was lively, but it lacked a bit more exciting dramatic conflict.

Chen Ye mobilized the chaotic power within his body. He compressed his voice to an extreme degree. This voice transformed into two invisible thin lines, precisely delivering the sound to the ears of Whitebeard and Rocks.

"Get ready for a good show between father and son."

Chen Ye's voice was laced with mockery. He was eagerly anticipating what was to come. He wanted to see how this king of the old era would face the bloodline he had wronged his entire life.

Upon hearing Chen Ye's telepathic message, the white-bearded man's hand holding the wine bowl suddenly paused.

Whitebeard's brows furrowed instantly. His gaze followed Roger's line of sight. He saw Ace.

The white-bearded man's eyes became extremely serious.

Ace was his most beloved son. He was the second division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates. Roger was Ace's biological father.

This reunion across eras is destined to be anything but peaceful.

At the same time, Lockes also heard Chen Ye's telepathic message.

The alcohol on his face vanished instantly. A startling light flashed in Lox's eyes. It was extreme excitement, the kind that makes you crave a good spectacle.

His grin stretched from ear to ear. Rocks' gaze immediately locked onto Roger. He was like a venomous snake that had caught the scent of blood. His eyes were filled with a malice of anticipation.

He couldn't wait to see Roger humiliated. He knew Ace harbored deep hatred for Roger. This father-son reunion would definitely be a disaster.

Rocks even wanted to fan the flames. This would be an even more exciting spectacle than killing the Five Elders.

He picked up the bottle and took a big gulp. He was ready to watch the show.

He wanted to see just how pathetic this Pirate King, praised by the world, would be when facing his own son.