Chương 1371: Whitebeard Pirates ()

At that time, facing the threat posed by Rocks, Charlotte's hilarious scene of not hesitating and immediately giving in is something that Whitebeard still cannot help laughing when he recalls it.

Looking at Napoleon in front of him, White Beard thought to himself: The personalities of these grandfather and grandson are so different!

To be precise, Charlotte was really too shameless, and in this respect, Napoleon was indeed far from him.

Whitebeard would rather deal with an upright person like Napoleon than deal with a sinister and cunning person like Charlotte.

Because of this, when he was in the Rocks Pirates, Charlotte had a close relationship with Golden Lion, and the two of them often worked together.

However, there is not much deep friendship between Charlotte and Whitebeard.

After all, shameless people can only collude with equally despicable and shameless people and work together.

For a hero like Whitebeard who is of noble character, uprightness and heroism, it is obvious that someone like Napoleon is more to his liking.

"Boy, come be my son!"

Whitebeard suddenly retracted the long sword in his hand, then stretched out his strong and powerful left arm, and shouted loudly without helping himself.

Faced with this sudden and shocking scene, Napoleon was stunned and stood there like a wooden chicken.

He opened his eyes wide and stared at the huge hand that Whitebeard stretched out, which was like a palm-leaf fan.

Somehow, at this moment, Napoleon suddenly felt his heart beating violently as if it had been hit hard by a heavy hammer.

This sudden abnormal heartbeat really frightened Napoleon. After he came to his senses, he stepped back in panic.

"What the hell are you talking about!"

Napoleon shouted at Whitebeard in anger.

Hearing Napoleon's angry rebuke, the originally excited and expectant expression on Whitebeard's face was slightly stunned and became a little dazed.

This situation made him involuntarily recall the past.

Ace seemed to have made exactly the same movements as Napoleon at this moment, revealing the same look of fear.

Thinking of this, Whitebeard couldn't help laughing again.

\"Kulalalalalal! \" Accompanied by a heroic, hearty and deafening laugh, Whitebeard's towering body like a mountain slowly lowered his left hand.

Amidst this unbridled laughter, his eyes, as deep as the ocean, could not help but reveal a hint of loneliness that was difficult to conceal.

Whitebeard's eyes were fixed on Napoleon not far away, and there was both emotion and a little envy in his eyes.

I envy Charlotte for being so lucky.

Thinking of this, Whitebeard couldn't help but turn his gaze to Napoleon in front of him again.

Napoleon was seen standing straight, his figure as tall as a pine tree, his face brimming with confidence and pride.

He looked exactly like Ace.

Whitebeard shook his head.

\"You are really the same as Ace, both are so arrogant and tsundere. No wonder you two are together! \" As his thoughts drifted, Whitebeard couldn't help but recall the past events between himself and Napoleon that Ace had once told him.

As he thought about it, his eyes, which were originally slightly closed, gradually narrowed into a slit, emitting a heart-pounding cold light.

At this moment, Whitebeard suddenly stopped smiling, looked at Napoleon seriously, and asked in a deep voice: "Boy, what did Charlotte ask you to bring to me? Take it out quickly!"

Hearing this, Napoleon, who had always seemed a little careless, suddenly became serious.

He nodded expressionlessly, then casually reached into his arms, fumbled around for a while, and actually took out a bottle of mysterious potion emitting a strange light.

Napoleon carefully held the bottle of potion, slowly handed it to Whitebeard, and explained: "This is what Grandpa asked me to pass on to you. Grandpa and his men are not very optimistic about your Whitebeard Pirates going to Marinford to rescue Ace. After all, that is the headquarters of the navy, with strict defenses and dangers everywhere. Judging from the current situation, you are likely to be wiped out.

However, in order for your Whitebeard Pirates to play as much of a role as possible in this battle and destroy more navy, Grandpa specially prepared this bottle of potion for you, which can restore you to your peak state for a full hour in a short period of time! I hope it can help you!"

Whitebeard slowly stretched out his strong and powerful hand and took the potion steadily. His sharp eyes like a hawk stared at the mysterious potion in his hand that was flashing with pale yellow fluorescence, as if he wanted to see through the faint light to see the secret hidden in it.

At this moment, Whitebeard's originally serious and resolute face became extremely complicated.

The words Napoleon had just said struck his heart like a heavy hammer, making him feel indescribable bitterness and helplessness.

Listening to the other party's description of the danger of this operation and his concern for his own safety, Whitebeard couldn't help but feel a nameless anger in his heart, but it was quickly suppressed.

Looking at the potion in his hand, Whitebeard actually had a strong resistance deep in his heart.

He is a proud and stubborn person who doesn't like to accept charity or help from others.

However, the only trace of his remaining rationality kept reminding him: the current situation is critical, and this mission to rescue Ace is a life-or-death mission. Without this precious potion as a guarantee, the chances of success will be even lower.

Thinking of this, White Beard gritted his teeth and secretly made up his mind to accept this kindness no matter what.

Finally, Whitebeard raised his head, looked firmly at Napoleon in front of him, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Thank you for your kindness, Grandpa. I'll take this potion!"

After saying this, he breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted from him.

Hearing Whitebeard's answer, Napoleon smiled and waved his hand, responding nonchalantly: "You're welcome, Captain Whitebeard. This little thing is nothing to us, the Rockefeller family."

At this moment, White Beard suddenly raised his head and burst into laughter. His laughter was deafening and echoed through the sky.

His piercing eyes scanned the surrounding sons and he shouted, "Kulala, boys, quickly prepare a grand banquet to entertain our distinguished guests!"

As soon as Whitebeard finished speaking, the whole scene fell into silence.

Marco, Joz, Vista and others looked at each other in astonishment.