On the Redfox.
"Hey hey, Beckman, look over there! One o'clock direction!"
Lucky Roux, biting a big drumstick, mumbled, "That ship heading this way, doesn't the flag look familiar?"
"Hmm?"
Beckman, who was wiping his gun, paused and looked in the direction pointed out.
"A white flag?" Beckman squinted slightly, "Two sharp swords piercing the Navy's peace dove... this design, it's Endgame..."
"Endgame?" Lucky Roux thought for a moment, "Is it the Pirate Gang led by that captain named Shano?"
The name left a strong impression on him!
The last he heard of it was more than half a year ago when they were first given a bounty in the East Sea.
One hundred and eighty million Belly!
It broke the record of eighty million Belly set by Empress Hancock's initial bounty, causing quite a stir.
"They were just rookies in my memory, and now they've come to the New World?"
Lucky Roux sighed, continuing to gnaw on his drumstick, "Time really flies by in a blink!"
"Rookies? Hey, your intel is way outdated."
The ship doctor Honjo beside him shook his head helplessly:
"That guy named Shano... in Paradise, he took down three of the Seven Warlords of the Sea one after another, and the latest report is that he fought Navy Grand Admiral Akainu to a standstill all night long without a winner."
"Tied with Akainu..." Lucky Roux was taken aback, "Really? He's got that kind of strength? What's his bounty now?"
"Two billion one hundred thirty million Belly." Honjo glanced at a pile of bounty orders he had collected and said indifferently.
Aboard the main ship, he temporarily took on the role of intelligence officer and paid close attention to such matters.
Over two billion Belly?
The surrounding crew members gasped.
"Higher than Beckman? This bounty on our ship is second only to Shanks!"
"Red Hair" Shanks, as the youngest of the Four Emperors, his forces and territory differed slightly from the other three.
Naturally, the bounty reflected such differences.
—The current bounty stands at three billion seven hundred fifty million Belly.
"That's terrifying..."
Yasopp rubbed his chin, "Thinking about it, this kid is slightly older than my son, yet already has such fame and power. Truly scary the more you think about it."
"Saying it privately is one thing, but don't call him a kid to his face."
Beckman lit a cigarette and said softly, "Anyone who reaches this level is a proud monster, deserving of due respect."
"Of course, I understand!"
Yasopp turned around to search, "Speaking of respect, where's our captain? They're about to enter the port, and he should personally meet them, right?"
"Upstairs."
Beckman glanced upwards, extended his right foot, and kicked the mainmast hard.
"Ow!"
With Beckman's kick, a cry of pain came from the mainmast and a red-haired figure fell from the lookout tower, crashing onto the deck.
"Ouch, ouch..."
Shanks stood up, rubbing his rear with an aggrieved look, "I just haven't slept off last night's drink, wanted to nap a bit, Beckman, you're too ruthless!"
"Stop pretending."
Beckman blew a smoke ring and said coldly, "I saw you awake long ago, lying there poking your behind, sneaking a look with a telescope..."
"Don't make me sound so sleazy!"
Shanks was embarrassed, covering Beckman's mouth with one hand and whispering, "...The newcomers are on deck, give me some face!"
Once Beckman shrugged, he loosened his grip.
"That sharp observational skill, use it on enemies, not on your captain."
Shanks muttered, his gaze shifting to the distant sea where the Endgame floated, "It's surprising to meet them here."
As he spoke, his right hand subconsciously reached for the sword at his waist.
—The famous sword "Gryphon".
"Hey hey, Shanks, you wouldn't..." Yasopp's eyes widened.
"Ah, that's right, this guy now has the title World's No. 1 Sword Master."
Shanks grinned, "Though I don't know what Mihawk would think... But facing someone with such a title and not sparring a bit in swordsmanship would be quite a pity!"
"Here?"
Beckman frowned, "This is Whitebeard's territory, we're just stocking up here for a break. Destroying this port would be hard to explain to that old man..."
"Don't worry, it's just exchanging a few moves, I know how far to go!"
Shanks laughed heartily, "But you're right, fighting in the port isn't appropriate, let's move the battleground."
He turned and shouted, "Hey, rookie at the helm, sail the ship out of the port, let's approach them proactively!!"
...
Meanwhile, on the Endgame.
"Boss, Red Hair's ship is suddenly coming towards us and speeding up." Smoker frowned, "The person standing at the bow... seems to be him; with that imposing look, is he about to attack us?"
"Then let's approach too!"
Jack slammed his fists together, snorting two streams of white air from his nostrils; whoever the person is, they've met Four Emperors before, he's not scared!
Back in the Water Capital, when they faced Kaido...
It wasn't much!
"Boss?"
Not getting a response, Jack turned towards the bow.
"Hmm?"
Shano snapped back to reality, blinked, closed the system panel, and a significant smile gradually curved at his lips.