One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 259: The Wary Dragon!

Dragon.

There was no rush to take action.

He stood on a protruding white boulder.

He looked down at the uninvited guests on the ship.

In the shadows, a resolute and cold face was faintly visible.

The iconic red square tattoo on his left cheek was particularly striking in the pale sunlight, exuding an aura of danger.

His unfathomable eyes were fixed on the three people at the bow of the ship.

No attack.

Chen Ye stood at the very front of the bow, his hands behind his back.

Two people stood half a step behind him, one on his left and one on his right.

They are Zephyr and Aokiji!

The dragon's gaze swept over the three of them.

First was Aokiji Kurazan.

Next up is Zephyr.

The iconic robotic arm has disappeared.

and!

Why did they end up together?

Finally, the dragon's gaze settled on Chen Ye.

This young man's aura is unfathomable.

He knows it best.

The man ranked number one in strength within his intelligence network.

The way the storm was wiped out, that absolute control over the rules, stirred up a storm in Long's heart.

The combination of these three, walking together, would definitely terrify the world government.

But why did they come?

Are they enemies?

Are they friends?

The dragon's fingers traced the edge of the cloak, while wind blades spun in his palm.

He needed to figure out the other party's intentions.

But as the leader of the revolutionary army, he could not show weakness.

He spoke first.

The voice was deep and hoarse, like the friction of rough rocks, clearly penetrating the waves.

"Our three distinguished guests have come from afar; what brings you here?"

The words were very polite.

The wariness and hostility in his tone were like a drawn sword.

Chen Ye smiled and was about to speak.

Zephyr, standing behind him, couldn't hold back any longer.

Zephyr's chest heaved violently, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the dragon.

Looking at that face.

Looking at that tattoo.

Looking at that dead man's expression, forever burdened by the weight of the whole world.

Countless images exploded in his mind.

That old bastard Garp.

Garp's son, the criminal who is about to overthrow the world.

Garp's grandson who wants to be the Pirate King.

"This family is full of bastards!"

Anger, helplessness, absurdity.

Anger exploded in his chest.

A burst of fire shot straight up to his head.

boom!

Zefa took a step forward.

Heavy military boots stomped heavily on the deck.

With a sharp, tooth-piercing crack, the specially made deck instantly shattered, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly from his feet.

The entire ship shuddered violently.

Zephyr raised his massive arms!

But that thick finger pointed unceremoniously at the man on the rock.

He roared like thunder in a voice that echoed across the coast.

"Dragon! Is this how you welcome your former teacher?"

The roar was like a shockwave, causing the white soil on the shore to slide off in a flurry.

This question sounds more like a grumpy elder reprimanding a junior who doesn't know manners.

The atmosphere instantly became strange.

Aokiji was so shocked that he picked at his ears.

He sighed, pushed up his sunglasses, and muttered to himself.

"Oh dear, the teacher still has such a temper."

"If this continues, a fight might break out."

Although he said that, his body tensed slightly, and a chill gathered at his feet.

He knows Zefa too well.

When this old man goes crazy, no one can stop him.

If they really fight, tsk tsk tsk.

On the rock, the dragon frowned.

A look of surprise flashed across his usually cold and stern face.

He had anticipated that the other party might attack or mock him.

He never expected that Zefa would yell at him in such a tone, like a relative demanding repayment of a debt.

Zefa.

Long murmured the name.

He respected the former head instructor and had attended his classes.

But that's all in the past.

This anger arose inexplicably because of differing stances.

The hostility in Long's eyes lessened slightly, but his confusion deepened.

He looked at Zefa in silence, waiting for an explanation.

Zefa's momentum was still rising, and the power furnace of the robotic arm was humming.

They seemed ready to start a fight at the slightest provocation.

Just then.

A hand was placed on Zefa's shoulder.

That hand was long and fair, and didn't look very strong.

But it was like a mountain, instantly suppressing Zephyr's impending outburst.

Chen Ye smiled and took a step forward.

That was a brilliant move.

He stood right in the middle of the clash between Zephyr and the dragon's aura.

Like a gentle yet sturdy barrier, it severed the sparks flying between the two.

Zefa's shoulders slumped, and his surging anger was miraculously suppressed.

He glanced back at Chen Ye, snorted coldly, and turned his head away, no longer looking at Long's face that made him angry.

Chen Ye calmed the enraged lion and turned to look at the dragon high above.

He wore a calm smile that suggested he was in complete control.

"Alright, Zephyr."

Chen Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it had a strange penetrating power.

"Don't scare our future allies."

ally.

Upon hearing those two words, the dragon's pupils constricted sharply.

The brain is deep in thought!

But Chen Ye didn't give him time to think.

He raised his head slightly, his gaze piercing through dozens of meters to meet Long's deep eyes.

At that moment, Long felt as if he had been seen through.

Not only the body, but also the inner anxiety, confusion, and sense of urgency are all laid bare in those pale golden eyes.

Chen Ye suppressed his smile and became serious.

He spoke slowly in a calm yet unquestionable tone.

"Mr. Long."

"I'm not here to fight you, nor am I here to reminisce."

Chen Ye extended his right hand, palm facing up.

"I've come to give you a big gift."

The sea breeze howled, fluttering the hem of his clothes.

The dragon remained silent, but its body leaned slightly forward.

His curiosity was piqued.

Chen Ye paused, his golden pupils gleaming with wisdom and ambition.

He deliberately threw out that bait that was enough to shake the world.

"A document that can help you overthrow the Celestial Dragons"

"Absolute bargaining chip".

These words struck like a thunderbolt over the island of white earth.

Overthrow the Celestial Dragons.

The revolutionary army's lifelong aspiration, and Long's lifelong goal.

Over the past twenty years, he has met countless people who have said they can help him.

They sent money, guns, and intelligence.

No one dared to say that they could give him "a bargaining chip that could absolutely overthrow the world government".

The Celestial Dragons' rule is not based solely on force, but also on eight hundred years of order, the prestige of "gods," and the "Heavenly King" who inspires despair.

If someone else said that, Long would send them to feed the fish with a Dragon Claw Fist.

But consider the strength of this mysterious young man in front of you as described in the intelligence.

Looking at the silent Zephyr and Aokiji behind him.

Then think of that mysteriously vanished storm.

The dragon's heart pounded violently, uncontrollably.

He suppressed the shock in his heart, and the blue aura around his body slowly dissipated.

"Absolute Chip"

Long repeated these four words, his voice still low, but his hostility, which had kept people at arm's length, had largely dissipated.

He leaped off the rock and landed on the beach, walking step by step toward Chen Ye.

The revolutionary sentries around them appeared one after another, nervously gripping their weapons, not daring to make a move.

The dragon stopped five meters away from Chen Ye.

A distance that allows for both offense and defense.

"Young man, you have quite the nerve."

Dragon stared into Chen Ye's eyes. "But this ocean is not short of people who talk big. Do you know what it means to overthrow the Celestial Dragons? It means to be an enemy of eight hundred years of history, it means to face the wrath of 'God'."

"I know."

Chen Ye's reply was surprisingly fast.

He looked at the dragon, and the golden light in his eyes intensified.

"That's why I came."

"Rather than a lofty 'god,' I think it's better to let the god fall down. What do you say, Mr. Dragon?"

The dragon remained silent for a moment.

He saw something in Chen Ye's eyes that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

That's fire.

A flame wilder, more unrestrained, and even purer than the revolutionary fire in his heart.

"Come with me."

The dragon finally turned around, its cloak whipping out in a sharp arc.

"This is not the place to talk. If your so-called 'great gift' is really as substantial as you claim..."

Long turned his head and glanced at Zephyr, who was still sulking, and Aokiji, who looked indifferent.

"The revolutionary army welcomes you all."

Hearing this, Aokiji breathed a sigh of relief and put his hands back in his pockets.

"Oh dear, looks like I won't be getting a beating this time."

Zefa snorted coldly, his face still stern, and followed after him.

As he passed by Long, he didn't forget to glare at him fiercely and mutter curses under his breath.

"Pretending to be something you're not."

The dragon's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, but it pretended not to hear.

Chen Ye watched the three figures disappear into the distance, his smile deepening.

Step one, successful.

Once you step through this door, the game of chess comes alive.

He looked up at the hazy sky over White Earth Island and seemed to see the magnificent palaces of Mary Geoise.

"Im, are you ready?"

Chen Ye murmured to himself.

"The game has only just begun."

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