Vice-captain of Whitebeard pirates

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Tsuru would definitely not find Kaido quickly, and Larson was already prepared for a long wait.

After five days of sailing at sea, Larson and the others stopped at a dock on an island.

Plank compared their surroundings with the map. "We're here; this should be Loguetown!"

Loguetown!

Larson gazed at the bustling town before him, feeling a strange sensation in his heart.

This was the place that would one day be known as the beginning and the end—a site marked by Roger's execution, the future Pirate King.

"Come on, let's go have a look."

Whitebeard walked ahead, with Larson beside him and Plank and Marco following in turn.

After walking for a while, Whitebeard suddenly spotted something. "There's a tavern over there! Let's go have a drink first!"

Without waiting for Larson or the others to respond, he headed over by himself.

Larson rubbed his forehead. This guy with the white beard was most diligent only when it came to alcohol.

"Let's go."

The group followed him to the tavern, where they could hear loud noises inside.

As they pushed the door open, Whitebeard's imposing figure blocked the sunlight, and the tavern fell silent. Everyone turned to stare at Whitebeard and Larson.

Unfazed by the attention, Whitebeard walked to the bar and said to the tavern owner, "Hello, give me four bottles of your best wine."

"Okay, okay," the tavern owner replied, looking a bit uneasy under the weight of Whitebeard's presence.

"Larson, come and sit," Whitebeard called over, motioning for Larson and the others to join him at the bar.

Patrons on both sides quickly stood up and made way, not daring to get too close to them.

Today, Larson wore a green robe with a belt around his waist, somewhat resembling Sauron's style from two years later.

"You guys really have to drink right when you come to the island," Whitebeard commented, though Larson reached out to take the wine offered by Whitebeard.

Whitebeard smiled. "Can men do anything besides drink?"

"How could they not?" Larson raised his eyebrows.

Whitebeard's eyes gleamed with interest. "What do you mean?"

Larson felt a bit embarrassed saying it, mainly because he wasn't sure if such a profession existed in the pirate world.

"Forget it. Let's just have a drink."

Whitebeard laughed. "I knew you were lying to me, so you have to drink three drinks as a penalty!"

"Alright."

Whitebeard turned to the tavern owner and declared, "Boss, I want all the wine you have here. Please wrap it up for me."

"Okay, okay."

At this moment, a whisper circulated in the tavern.

"Boss, does that person look familiar to you?"

A group sitting in the corner shot glances at Whitebeard and Larson.

"It does look familiar; like I've seen them somewhere before."

John nodded in response to his men's observations.

"It must be a pirate nearby; otherwise, I wouldn't feel this way."

Few people associated the East Sea with such powerful men, so no one believed that the Whitebeard Pirates were actually from that region.

John glanced at the empty wine bottle and commanded his men, "Go and bring me two more bottles of wine."

"Okay."

One of the subordinates hurried to the front desk. "Boss, we need two more bottles of wine."

The tavern owner apologized. "I'm sorry, brother, but those two have bought up all the wine here."

"What? Sold out?"

John was stunned. He glanced at Larson and Whitebeard, and as soon as he caught sight of Whitebeard's scarred body, he trembled. He didn't dare cause trouble for Whitebeard and Larson, so he had to vent his frustration on the tavern owner.

"Who told you to sell out? Don't you know my boss is drinking here? How could you leave my boss without any wine? What's that supposed to mean?"

The tavern owner dared not contradict him, fully aware of the reputation these pirates had; they often came to his tavern.

"I'm really sorry; how about you come back tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?"

John stepped forward, sneering, "I want to drink today! If you don't give me wine, I'll smash your pub!"

The tavern owner looked panicked. "I assure you, there's no more wine. This guest has reserved everything. If you really want some, why not ask him if he's willing to share?"

John fell silent. Why did he come to stir trouble with the tavern owner? It was simply because Whitebeard was too intimidating; he didn't dare approach or provoke them.

If he had dared, he would have already sought his own demise. Why had he waited until now?

Bang!

John kicked over a nearby table. "Damn it! It's clear you don't believe what I say!"

Seeing this scene, the other patrons began fleeing the tavern, fearing they would be caught in the chaos.

"Tch, scum of the sea," Marco gritted his teeth. "Larson, go teach these guys a lesson!"

Larson smiled. "There's no rush."

"Don't hesitate! Didn't you see them bullying the owner? We bought all the wine. It would be outrageous if we didn't help."

"Not in a hurry," Larson replied with calm.

Not in a rush? Marco and Plank were on edge. "Pops, shall we step in?"

Whitebeard smiled. "Go ahead and teach those guys a lesson."

Although he was also a pirate, Whitebeard looked down on individuals like John. He found such people to be an embarrassment to the pirate way.

"Understood!"

Marco and Plank nodded vigorously.

However, just as they were about to stand up, someone beat them to it.

"Stop!"

A teenager suddenly charged forward and kicked one of John's lackeys to the ground.

Larson's lips curled into a slight smile. The reason he had rejected Marco earlier was that he had recognized an acquaintance.

Someone who belonged to their Whitebeard Pirates.

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