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Chapter 300: Shanks: As Long As I'm Cowardly Enough, Garp Can't Hit Me!
Shiki sneered, looking at him like he was looking at a dead man.
"Inheritance?"
"Explaining to me is useless."
"Go explain to Garp."
"That old dog is a pervert who is extremely protective and holds grudges extremely well."
"Back then, Roger just said a sentence about entrusting Ace to him, and he chased Roger for more than half a year to fight."
"Now..."
"You 'guided' his family into becoming a pirate."
"And even let Luffy shout out words like 'I am the man who will become the Pirate King'."
"Do you think..."
Shiki leaned forward, lowering his voice like a devil whispering.
"That Vice Admiral Garp, who possesses power surpassing his peak and is worrying about having nowhere to vent his energy."
"After seeing you."
"What will he do to you?"
Click.
Shanks felt his neck was a bit stiff. He turned his head mechanically to look at Beckman. His eyes were full of signals for help.
Beckman! I am your Captain! Help me think of a way, quick!
However. Benn Beckman, usually resourceful and known as the IQ ceiling. At this moment, silently turned his head away. Lit another cigarette. Pretended to look at the patterns on the ceiling. And incidentally moved two steps to the side.
The meaning was obvious:
This pot is too big, I won't carry it, and don't splash blood on me.
"Lu... Luffy."
Shanks turned his head tremblingly to look at Luffy, who was gnawing on meat nearby. The smile on his face was uglier than crying.
"Your grandpa... how is his mood recently?"
"Does he mention me often?"
Luffy swallowed the meat in his mouth, tilting his head to think. Then revealed an innocent and naive smile.
"Yes!"
"Grandpa mentions you every time he comes back, Shanks!"
Shanks ignited a trace of hope in his heart.
"Really?"
"What did he say?"
"Did he say he wanted to thank me for taking care of you?"
Luffy shook his head. While picking his teeth with a toothpick, he imitated Garp's furious tone. Shouting loudly:
"That bastard brat Red Hair!"
"Dared to lead this old man's cute grandson astray!"
"Next time we meet, this old man will definitely beat the shit out of him!!!"
"And then pluck all that red hair out!!!"
Silence.
Deathly silence.
In the entire tavern, only Luffy's energetic echo was rippling.
Beat the shit out... Pluck the red hair out...
Shanks subconsciously covered his hair. Then touched his butt. His whole person felt unwell.
"Th... That was before, right?"
Shanks' voice was trembling.
"Now that your grandpa is stronger, his heart should be broader too, right?"
Luffy looked at Shanks strangely.
"No."
"After Grandpa got stronger, he smiled even happier when he said this."
"He said before it might take some effort."
"Now, just one punch is enough to let you know what 'education of love' is."
"He also said he wants to hang you on the flagpole of Marine Headquarters and dry you into jerky!"
Thump.
Shanks slumped into the chair. Looking at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.
Finished.
It's really finished this time.
He originally thought coming to Foosha Village this time was to see an old lover and show off a bit.
Result: Old lover's heart was "stolen." He felt like, he got NTR.
Showing off was slapped in the face by the Golden Lion.
Now he learned there was a Strongest Creature Peak Plus Version sharpening his knife to make him into jerky.
How the hell was this a vacation?
This was simply a suicide mission!
"Um..."
Shanks swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, looking at Beckman. His voice was as weak as an eighty-year-old man.
"Beckman."
"If we sail and run now..."
"Is there still time?"
Beckman blew out a smoke ring, eyes pitiless.
"Boss."
"Too late."
"With Vice Admiral Garp's current speed."
"As long as we are within the East Blue range."
"If he wants to catch up..."
"It would probably take about the time to drink a cup of tea."
"Hahahaha!"
"Little Red Hair, stop struggling."
Shiki slapped his thigh, laughing until tears came out.
"Just wait honestly for the beating."
"Maybe that old mad dog, seeing that you are disabled."
"Will leave you a breath?"
"Shut up, you!"
Shanks glared at Shiki in embarrassment and anger. This old thing. Watching the fun isn't enough, right?
"Wait..."
In despair, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck Shanks' brain. Like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.
His eyes suddenly lit up. His gaze passed through the tavern window, looking at the street outside.
There. Although the big pit Kaido was beaten into had been filled. That golden barrier shrouding the entire Foosha Village... Was still shining with reassuring light under the sun.
"That's not right!"
Shanks slapped his thigh abruptly. His originally pale face instantly recovered some color. His back straightened too.
"Why should I run?"
"Why do I need to run?"
Shanks looked around at everyone. That confident smile of an Emperor hung on his face again. Although it still looked a bit forced.
Beckman raised an eyebrow.
"Boss, are you scared silly?"
"If you don't run now, are you waiting to be beaten into meat paste?"
"Hmph."
Shanks snorted coldly. Extremely elegantly adjusting his pants that were wet by wine. Yes wine. Although that location was a bit awkward. But his aura right now was quite sufficient.
"Beckman, you are confused!"
"What place is this?"
"This is Foosha Village!"
"This is Boss Blake's territory!"
Shanks extended a finger, pointing at the ceiling. His tone was forceful and resonant.
"That Boss set a rule."
"Within Foosha Village, violence is absolutely prohibited!"
"Whoever dares to violate it bears the consequences!"
Speaking of this. Shanks' confidence grew more and more sufficient. His voice grew louder and louder. As if emboldening himself.
"Although that old guy Garp is strong."
"He is still a Marine, right?"
"Someone within the system, right?"
"And he is also a customer of this shop, right?"
"Since he's a customer, he has to follow the rules!"
The more Shanks spoke, the more reasonable he felt he was. The logic loop closed! Simply perfect!
"As long as I don't leave here."
"Even if that old bastard Garp comes."
"He can't make a move!"
"If he dares to make a move, that's provoking Boss Blake!"
"When that time comes..."
"Hehe."
Shanks revealed an extremely sly smile.
"Who beats whom is not certain yet!"
"Maybe I can even watch a good show of Garp being completely crushed by the Boss!"
Hearing Shanks' logic-tight analysis. The Red Hair Pirates officers looked at each other.
Lucky Roux took a bite of meat and said indistinctly:
"Boss..."
"Although it sounds reasonable."
"Why do I feel it's so cowardly?"
"Is this still the face-saving Four Emperors?"
Yasopp also added a stab from the side:
"Yeah."
"Isn't this just being a rascal?"
"As long as I act like a shrinking turtle, you can't hit me?"
"What shrinking turtle!"
Shanks got anxious. Argued with a red face and thick neck:
"This is called using the rules!"
"This is called wisdom!"
"You guys know shit!"
"Am I the kind of person afraid of getting beaten?"
"I am doing this to maintain the peace and stability of Foosha Village!"
"Don't want to make it hard for the Boss!"
Beckman blew out a smoke ring. Looking at his captain with complex eyes.
Alright. As long as you can convince yourself.
Anyway, I'm not the one getting beaten then.
Just as Shanks was still trying hard to find a way out for himself.
Shiki suddenly stopped mocking. He touched his chin, nodding thoughtfully.
"Although you brat are very cowardly."
"But your are not wrong."
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