vncnus Chapter 199: The True Protagonist of the Banquet
Chapter 199: The True Protagonist of the Banquet
In the center of the harbor on Beehive Island, there is a large hole.
A deep pit with a diameter of over 100 meters.
The rocks at the edge of the pit were burning dark red and still steaming.
Wisps of steam seeped out from the cracks in the ground.
The smell of scorched earth mixed with the salty, fishy smell of the sea made one's eyes water.
The campfire was still burning.
The firelight, however, was frighteningly cold.
The images reflected the shocked and wary faces of thousands of pirates.
Dead silence.
Then came the scraping noise of metal, so loud it hurt your eardrums.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
Thousands of pirates who were just drinking suddenly drew their swords.
The intoxication was gone, leaving only the motivation to fight immediately.
Their bodies were taut like stone, their muscles bulging, and they gradually surrounded the deep pit.
The tips of the knives and blades merged into one in the firelight, all gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen.
All the weapons were pointed at the center of the pit.
The smell of alcohol was gone, leaving only a murderous aura.
But the table made of shipwrecked remains was an exception.
Several figures remained motionless.
Lox D. Giebeck.
Gol D. Roger.
Edward Newgate.
These names can make the ocean tremble.
None of them stood up.
They were still holding their wine glasses.
All eyes were fixed on the cloud of smoke.
Lockes interlaced his fingers, rested his chin on his hand, and tapped the table with his knuckles.
Roger's grin widened, and he licked his lips with his tongue, like a wild beast smelling blood.
The white-bearded man squinted, his facial muscles tensing.
The air emanating from the pit was different from theirs.
totally different.
They didn't move because they were familiar with the aura emanating from the smoke, and the swords and knives that the henchmen spoke of were useless against that power.
The smoke and dust cleared.
As the air gradually cleared, a figure slowly became clear.
He stood very straight.
It didn't seem like it fell from the sky; it looked more like it came to visit.
His simple black trench coat remained completely untouched even after the impact that tore through steel.
He still wore a white mask, which covered his face.
Chen Ye.
He made his appearance.
Chen Ye looked up and glanced around.
The gaze behind the mask holds an unchanging, timeless calm!
Thousands of weapons were pointed at him, but he didn't even look at them.
Those knives, those roars, that murderous aura.
In his eyes, everything was just air.
His gaze calmly swept over every face around the giant table.
Shiki the Golden Lion's cold laugh, young Kaido's awe, Charlotte Linlin's desire.
These people are familiar to me.
His gaze lingered for half a second on the white-bearded, angular face before sweeping across Roger's grinning face.
Finally, it stopped on a man.
King of Beehive Island, captain of the Rocks Pirates, Rocks D. Xebec.
The entire harbor was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.
Thousands of pirates were holding their breath, waiting for their captain's word.
In a single sentence, they chopped this clueless guy who interrupted their banquet into mincemeat.
In the midst of this almost explosive silence, a soft laugh rang out.
The laughter was very soft.
Yet, like a feather, it precisely touched everyone's taut nerves.
There was no hostility or murderous intent in that laughter, only teasing.
It doesn't fit with anything around it.
"Lox, is the banquet about to begin?"
Chen Ye's voice came from behind the mask, penetrating everyone's ears.
"Do you mind if I'm one of them?"
These words struck everyone's minds like a thunderbolt.
The pirates were completely dumbfounded.
They considered many possibilities.
The people who come will curse, hit, and make demands.
No one expected it to be like this.
The entire venue was completely silent.
Those thousands of raised swords looked incredibly awkward.
Putting it away isn't an option either.
Holding it up, that's not it either.
All eyes turned from the masked man in the pit to their captain, Rocks D. Gibbek.
Now, it's his turn to make the decision.
Is it a fight, or something else?
The smile on Lockes' face vanished.
Just half a second.
But in that half-second, what he saw changed very quickly.
Murderous intent.
fear.
greedy.
In the end, they were all suppressed.
This person saved them all in the Valley of the Gods.
He is my benefactor.
But this person's power could also kill them all at any time.
It is a threat.
This problem is even harder than facing Im.
That moment of solemnity lasted only half a second before being shattered by a burst of wild laughter.
"Thief! Hahahaha!"
Rocks' laughter shook the entire island; it was all domineering.
He suddenly stood up, his enormous figure covering half the harbor.
He didn't have a weapon.
He strode forward, the ground beneath his feet trembling, and walked directly to the edge of the pit.
Under the watchful eyes of thousands of crew members, he made no attempt to take precautions.
He stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at the still composed white mask, and naturally extended his right hand.
That hand could crush steel, yet it carried no trace of domineering power at this moment.
He hooked his arm around Chen Ye's shoulder.
That action was as practiced as rescuing a drunk buddy from the harbor.
"It's an honor for us to have a man like you attend our banquet!"
Lox's voice boomed like thunder, every word brimming with pride.
He turned his head and yelled at a cadre who was already dumbfounded.
"Someone come here!"
"Give my brother the biggest barrel of liquor!"
One sentence caused an uproar.
They are not enemies, but guests.
No, they are "brothers".
Lockes' actions and his roar defined Chen Ye.
The shadow of "death" that had been hanging over the heads of all the pirates vanished in an instant.
The tense atmosphere vanished instantly.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, panting heavily, and the smell of alcohol returned to the air.
Then came a cheer that was more frenzied than ever before.
"Oh oh oh oh oh!"
"Long live the captain!"
"Let's have a banquet! Let's keep having a banquet!"
Cheers, whistles, and the clinking of glasses filled the air, creating a sea of joy once again.
The tension I felt before felt like a dream.
Following Locke's force, Chen Ye was pulled out of the pit.
He didn't show any extra expression.
He stood calmly in the middle of this group of legendary figures.
It's as if he was born to stand here.
In the distance, beside the giant table, Roger and Whitebeard exchanged a glance.
Roger's eyes were full of interest, and he muttered, "That Rocks guy, he's a real ruthless schemer."
The white-bearded man's gaze deepened.
He looked at the white mask that was calling Lox his brother.
Looking at the man who single-handedly overturned God Valley and then resolved a massive army with a single joke.
Who is this man?
Who is it?
The curiosity and interest in their eyes were palpable.