Chapter 111 I Will challenge...the Strongest
New World, an island.
The Oro Jackson was docked at the seaside, and the skull flag of the wave beard was constantly fluttering in the cool sea breeze.
On the coastline, a bonfire rose.
The people of Roger's pirate group sat around the bonfire, smoking and drinking happily.
Pieces of red and white barbecue were placed on the bonfire, and the sizzling sound came out under the burning charcoal fire. The fat water was constantly dripping, and the air was filled with a rich aroma, which made people salivate.
"I really didn't expect that Garp actually gave up chasing us. This is really strange."
Rayleigh, with blond hair and glasses, picked up the wine pot, took a sip lightly, and frowned in some confusion.
"Hahahaha!! It must be that Garp knew that he couldn't beat me, so he simply gave up!"
Roger next to him laughed and couldn't wait to take out a dagger to cut off a piece of barbecue.
He poured the sauce on the barbecue with a skilled movement and took a big bite.
The aroma of the barbecue bloomed between the taste buds, the gravy overflowed, and a strong sense of fullness and satisfaction rose immediately, making him squint his eyes.
Listening to Roger's rough words, Rayleigh rolled his eyes unhappily.
"I guess something more important happened..."
Jabba, who was smoking a cigar, said in a deep voice.
Two huge black battle axes were crossed and placed beside him, emitting a faint cold light in the sun.
"Important things..."
Rayleigh raised his head and took a sip of wine, muttering:
"This has never happened before...Since the war that year, Garp has been keeping an eye on us, and he ignored even the transfer orders from the World Government."
Roger put his arm around Rayleigh's shoulders and laughed:
"Why think so much? Isn't this a good thing for us?"
"If that bastard Garp hadn't run away, would we have had the opportunity to sit down and eat meat and drink?"
Rayleigh heard this helplessly:
"That's right..."
"--That's it! Living in the present is the most important thing!"
Roger waved his hand to interrupt him, and raised the wine pot with a big laugh:
"Let's drink to our heart's content today!!"
"Roar!!"
The crew suddenly burst into a burst of excited cheers.
Rayleigh pinched his temples with a headache.
Drinking is drinking, eating meat is eating meat... but Roger, you bastard, can you please not rub the oil on your hands on me...
He looked at the oily handprints on the shoulders of his clothes, and his mouth twitched.
Suddenly-
As if they had noticed something, Rayleigh, Roger and Jabba's eyes flashed at the same time, and a ray of red light flashed through the depths of their pupils.
Boom! !
A water column several tens of meters high suddenly exploded on the sea surface.
The sea water fell down in a rush, and a small submarine jumped high from the bottom of the sea, like a sharp ship breaking the ice, rushing to the coast with great force.
"Who is it!?"
"Enemy attack!!"
"Submarine!?"
"Is it the navy!?"
"..."
The faces of the people in Roger's pirate group changed, and they all picked up their weapons, staring at the submarine that dragged a long groove on the beach with vigilance.
Click.
A dull sound came out, and the hatch of the submarine suddenly opened.
A sturdy figure with long messy golden hair walked out of the hatch.
"You... are Roger?"
The man glanced around, and his eyes quickly locked onto Roger, who was wearing a blood-red captain's coat, with a sly grin on his lips.
Roger squinted and observed the man for two seconds, and suddenly a smile of eagerness appeared on his face.
"Yes, who are you?"
Boom! !
A powerful momentum burst out from the body of the blond boy, turning into a mighty tide and sweeping out, making everyone's breathing suddenly stagnate.
"Douglas Barrett."
Under the violent domineering aura, Barrett's golden hair fluttered wildly, his eyes quickly turned red, exuding a crazy fighting spirit like Shura Purgatory.
"I'm here to challenge... the strongest!"
As the voice fell,
Barrett's figure was like a beast out of a cage, and he shot out from the spot and rushed towards Roger!
...
Ten seconds later.
Bang!
Barrett flew backwards and hit the submarine hard, denting the steel cabin.
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Roger, who was still sitting there with a bite of barbecue in his mouth, with disbelief, and a trace of despair seeped out of his eyes.
"How is it possible... the gap..."
Roger tore off a piece of barbecue and smiled:
"You are quite strong, but you are still a few hundred years too early to challenge me..."
"Damn..."
Barrett's eyes were suddenly filled with ferocious bloodshot.
But a wine jug was suddenly thrown over and landed in his arms.
"You haven't eaten yet, kid?"
Barrett was stunned, and what came into his eyes was Roger's domineering face with a mellow smile, and the kind smiles of other members of Roger's pirate group.
"Even if you want to continue fighting, you have to eat before fighting."
Roger smiled and said:
"... Isn't it?"
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The island is prosperous in business, and the streets are crowded with people everywhere.
There are many shops with various commodities.
Darren smokes a cigar and walks happily on the street, enjoying this rare leisure time.
The military uniform had been destroyed in prison and fighting, so he bought a new set of clothes.
He wore a loose white shirt on the upper body, casual black trousers on the lower body, and a loose black tie, but it did not look dirty at all, but had a different wild charm.
This neat outfit, coupled with Darren's unrestrained temperament and outstanding appearance, attracted the attention of many young girls and ladies along the way.
Darren walked into a pub, and as the partition door was pushed open, the noise and sunshine outside disappeared.
The lights in the pub were slightly dim, the atmosphere was full of charm and quiet, and soft tunes flowed in the air.
"A glass of whiskey, with ice."
Darren walked to the bar and shouted to the bartender.
"Also, do you have a map?"
Having a drink is of course important, but Darren did not forget the business.
Places like pubs, red-light places and casinos are often places where intelligence circulates.
He had never been to the New World, so he naturally had to confirm the location of the island first.
After this series of events, Darren thought that even in the dangerous waters of the New World, known as the "Pirate Cemetery", he had the ability to protect himself.
As long as he didn't run into those legendary guys, there were only a few people in the New World who could leave him behind.
Taking the whiskey and map handed over by the bartender, Darren threw a few banknotes over.
He took a sip from the glass and felt the mellow and spicy liquor spreading in his throat. He couldn't help but squint his eyes.
Turning over the extremely simple map in his hand, Darren roughly identified the location of this neutral island.
"It's actually in the waters near Wano Country..."
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