One Piece : Roger Is My Vice Captain-Chapter 381 - 432—Just light up a cigarette

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The wind was still howling on the battlefield.

The wind was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Roger and Golden Lion stared blankly at the white-bearded man who was holding down Liu Feng, and both showed helpless, bitter smiles.

"What do you want?"

Whitebeard asked in a serious voice.

Although he didn't know what Liu Feng wanted to do, he always had an uneasy feeling in his heart.

Liu Feng raised his hand and slapped White Beard's hand away, smiling:

"Did you hear everything just now?"

The meaning behind his words was clear—you already know what I'm about to do, yet you ask anyway. Are you trying to stop me?

Whitebeard hesitated for a moment.

Liu Feng's smile was gentle, almost serene. Yet beneath that warmth, Whitebeard could sense an unmistakable chill—a flicker of irritation at being interrupted in the middle of something important.

"Teach is dead."

Whitebeard suddenly said, his voice heavy, tinged with a quiet sorrow.

Roger and the Golden Lion were momentarily stunned.

"So what?" Liu Feng chuckled, his tone laced with amusement.

"Do you still have feelings for a corpse?"

"Or was Blackbeard's betrayal not enough to make you lose all hope?"

Whitebeard gritted his teeth.

He hated Blackbeard.

He admitted this.

Even if Teach stood in front of him, he would kill him without hesitation.

Everything Blackbeard did is truly unforgivable.

But now, Teach was dead.

When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out—everything ends.

With his enemy gone, Whitebeard's rage gradually faded. All he wanted now was to rest, to never see Teach's face again.

"I'm tired."

After a long silence, those were the only words he could muster.

Liu Feng smiled. "Then rest well if you're tired. You still have a lot left to do, don't you?"

White Beard heard some deep meaning in Liu Feng's words.

Liu Feng had no intention of hiding anything and said frankly:

"Ace will be resurrected."

"Akainu is not dead yet."

"The flag of the Whitebeard Pirates has not fallen yet."

"You're still alive."

One after another, he said the plain words,

But it exploded fiercely in Whitebeard's mind like thunderclaps from the blue sky! !

Ace will be resurrected!!

Recalling that stubborn young figure in his mind, Whitebeard felt as if something hot was about to flow out of his heart.

Ace, his most beloved son.

The one he had placed the highest hopes on, the one he once dreamed would succeed the Pirate King.

Will he really come back?

Will I truly be able to see him again?

The thought of that passionate, fearless young face stirred a warmth deep within Whitebeard's heart.

But then—Akainu.

The moment that name surfaced in his mind, his fists clenched instinctively, his teeth grinding together. His eyes burned crimson with fury, bloodlust seeping from his very being. A suffocating killing intent slowly spread around him.

He would never forget it. Not in this lifetime.

It was that damn lava bastard who had driven his fist straight through Ace's body.

Watching Whitebeard's expression shift from longing to pure ferocity, Liu Feng remained unhurried. Arms crossed over his chest, he simply waited in silence, his demeanor relaxed.

He even fished a cigarette from his pocket.

Without a word, Roger, standing nearby, raised a finger and casually lit it for him.

"Don't give me the middle finger, asshole."

Liu Feng looked helplessly at the middle finger in front of him with a small flame and felt speechless.

Roger was stunned.

He immediately gave a thumbs up.

"What about this?"

Liu Feng's mouth twitched involuntarily.

'It's nothing; why are you giving me a thumbs up?'

'I always feel weird. Are you mocking me?'

Forget it.It was better not to bother with this funny guy.

Time passed in silence.

It wasn't until Liu Feng finished his cigarette that Whitebeard finally exhaled a long breath and sighed.

"The Whitebeard Pirates and the like... They don't matter anymore."

His gaze shifted to Roger and the Golden Lion—two old relics from his era.

"You both realize it too, don't you?"

The sea wasn't what it used to be.

"I just want to be with my family now."

He lifted his head, his eyes slowly sweeping over the many members of the Whitebeard Pirates surrounding him. Meeting their gazes one by one, a warm smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"But as for that brat Akainu... I will never let him go!"

Liu Feng chuckled and nodded.

"So, do you really think you and your men alone can take on Marine Headquarters?"

After the G-1 War, the Navy Headquarters had completely withdrawn from the New World, returning to its original stronghold—Marineford.

Now, under heavy fortification, even the remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates stood no chance. In fact, not even the Whitebeard Pirates at their peak could have stormed Marineford, crushed the Navy, and slain Akainu.

Whitebeard fell silent.

Deep down, he understood all too well.

How difficult had the Battle of Marineford been?

Even before the war began, he had foreseen their defeat. He had already accepted his fate—he would die at Navy Headquarters.

But what he hadn't expected...

Was that Ace would die too.