One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 302: An Incredible Favor!

No one spoke.

All eyes were fixed on the red-haired man.

Shanks bent down, his movements as gentle as if he were holding a piece of exquisite porcelain.

He took off the black cloak, stained with the smell of wine and weather, and draped it over his mother.

Shanks' mother sat in the main seat, the soft chair reserved for the captain of the Red-Haired Pirates.

Her gaze was still somewhat unfocused, and her hands gripped the edge of her cloak tightly, which was her only anchor in this unfamiliar future.

Shanks knelt down and helped his mother adjust the collar of her cloak to block the night wind.

Only after he had done all this did he stand up.

He turned around.

The back, hunched from crying, straightened up again.

The oppressive aura belonging to one of the Four Emperors was restrained, yet it made the air feel thick and sticky.

But he did not approach his crew.

He walked toward the black-haired youth sitting on the wine barrel, playing with gold coins.

Chen Ye.

Shanks stopped three steps away from Chenye.

He straightened his disheveled collar, and all the playfulness and frivolity on his face disappeared.

The entire room fell silent.

Ben Beckman's fingers, holding the cigarette, froze in mid-air.

Edward Newgate, the white-bearded man, put down the wine jar.

Everyone held their breath, for what was about to happen was destined to be written into the history of the new world.

Shanks placed his hands on the seams of his trousers.

He bent down in front of Chen Ye.

Ninety degrees.

This is the most solemn way for a maritime emperor to express his gratitude.

"Chen Ye..."

Shanks' voice was deep and husky, with a power that pierced the heart.

He maintained his bowing posture.

"I, Shanks, will remember this kindness."

"This is more than just saving lives."

You gave me a home.

The sea breeze tousled his red hair and obscured his face, but the tremor in his voice was unmistakable.

"From this day forward, no matter when or where."

"The Red-Haired Pirates owe you a life, if you ever need it."

That's too harsh a statement.

A promise made by one of the Four Emperors.

This stuff is more expensive than intelligence on ancient weapons.

This means that with just a word from Chen Ye, the most terrifying Conqueror's Haki on this sea will bloom for him.

The pirates around him swallowed hard; no one thought Shanks had gone too far.

If it were them, they would sell their souls to the devil, let alone their lives, just to see their deceased loved ones again.

Chen Ye sat on the high place, looking at the man who was bending over.

He didn't speak.

He just watched calmly, his eyes like bottomless black holes.

A moment later, Chen Ye smiled.

He casually flicked the gold coin into the air; the coin traced an arc in the firelight before landing with a clink in his wine glass.

"Get up, redhead."

Chen Ye's voice was languid.

"I don't need you to risk your life for me."

He accepted the bow with composure, waving his hand as if he were giving away not a living mother, but a little trinket picked up from the roadside.

"I just hate the recurrence of certain boring tragedies."

Chen Ye leaned back, shifting to a more comfortable position, and looked past Shanks towards the distant horizon.

That's the direction of the Holy Land, Mary Geoise.

A slight smile played on his lips, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"and……"

"I'd also love to see the expression on the face of some high and mighty old man when he finds out about this."

"That must be absolutely fantastic."

Shanks' body trembled.

He straightened up, looked at Chen Ye's amused smile, and instantly understood who he was talking about.

Figaland Garin Saint.

That "god" who now sits in the position of commander of the Knights of God, judging all living beings.

A look of unease flashed in Shanks' eyes.

But he quickly suppressed his emotions.

Today is a day of reunion, and it should not be tainted by hatred.

His signature bold smile returned to his face.

He turned around abruptly and opened his arms.

He yelled at the stunned crew members:

"My little ones!!"

"What are you all standing there for! Who are you trying to fool with that long face?!"

"Mom's back! This is such a wonderful thing!"

"The banquet continues!!"

"Bring out all the best liquor from the bottom of the ship! Anyone who can walk in a straight line tonight is disrespecting me!"

That shout ignited the entire venue.

The pirates instantly erupted in chaos.

"Ohhh!!"

"The boss is right! This is good news!"

"Quickly! Bring that barrel of aged rum over here!"

"Where's the meat?! Keep grilling the meat!"

The cheers soared into the sky, more explosive than ever before.

Nearby the Moby Dick.

Edward Newgate, the white-bearded man, watched this scene with a grin that stretched all the way to his ears.

He lifted the enormous wine jar and laughed heartily:

"Gurarararara!"

"Since that red-haired brat said so, how can we lose!"

He slammed the Cloud Slash to the ground, and the ground trembled.

"Men! Unload the wine stored on the Moby Dick as well!"

"Today, we don't distinguish between redheads and whitebeards!"

"We won't leave until we're drunk!"

"Oh!! Long live Daddy!!"

The two groups of pirates became completely intertwined.

The campfire was fueled and burned even brighter, with flames shooting up three meters high.

One by one, the barrels of wine were smashed open, and the aroma of the wine was so strong it could intoxicate anyone.

But this time, the focus of the banquet changed.

It's no longer a gambling table for drinking contests.

Instead, it was the red-haired woman sitting in the main seat, wearing a black cloak.

Shanks' mother sat there, her body somewhat stiff.

She looked around.

A man with a fierce appearance.

Missing an arm or a leg.

His body was covered in knife and gunshot wounds.

They were tearing at bloody chunks of flesh, spilling wine everywhere, and spewing vulgar jokes.

It's a completely different world from the elegance of God Valley.

Wild, chaotic, yet possessing an indescribable vitality.

"Mom, try this."

Shanks, like a mischievous little devil showing off his treasure, brought a plate of sliced ​​tender roast meat to his mother.

He wore a fawning smile, completely unlike a Yonko (Emperor of the Sea).

"This is sea king meat; it's very chewy."

Looking at her son's face, which was full of wrinkles from smiling, the mother felt much less uneasy.

She took the plate, took a small bite, and smiled gently.

"tasty."

Just two words.

Shanks grinned like a 200-pound child, then turned to the chef and yelled, "Did you hear that?! Mom said it's delicious! This is a must-make dish from now on!"

With a chicken leg stuffed in his mouth, the cook, Rakiro, gave a mumbled salute: "Yes, sir!"