Vice-captain of Whitebeard pirates

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Rakuyo held two swords and appeared like a god of war amidst the crowd. No one dared to approach within three feet of him.

"You... you..."

Labelle's lips trembled as he spoke, "Don't mess around, Rakuyo! Don't forget who took you in first!"

Rakuyo slowly walked toward Labelle, his dual swords in hand, causing the pirates on either side to step aside.

"Why didn't you consider that when you tried to kill me just now?" Rakuyo replied coldly.

Labelle hastily drew his pistol, but Rakuyo was quicker, slicing the firearm into pieces with a single strike.

Without his pistol, Labelle was utterly panicked: "I agree, I agree, let them leave with you. You can take whoever you want from the Labelle Pirates!"

There's a saying about not crying until you see the coffin.

Rakuyo stopped and sighed softly, "If I don't kill you, I will sever all ties with the Labelle Pirates from now on."

Previously, Rakuyo felt some reluctance to leave, but now he had no feelings left for the Labelle Pirates. Labelle's actions once again proved him to be short-sighted and without ambition. Following such a leader would eventually lead any pirate group to ruin.

For Rakuyo, teaching Labelle a lesson by killing those others was enough; there was no need for complete annihilation, as they had been companions for so long.

Though Labelle was ruthless, Rakuyo would not act unjustly.

But at that moment, Rakuyo eyes caught sight of a ship slowly approaching on the distant sea, and his pupils contracted in shock.

That pirate flag!

How was it possible? Why had it appeared here?!

His heart churned with huge waves of emotion, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

He gritted his teeth and, before Labelle could notice, calmed his expression once more. He knew the pirate flag's appearance had completely disrupted his plans. Now he only wanted to escape as quickly as possible.

Rakuyo said to Labelle, "Help me carry my brothers to the boat."

Even then, Rakuyo did not forget those who had said they wanted to leave with him.

Labelle naturally did not dare to refuse and immediately began giving orders: "You, you, you, and you, help carry them."

Rakuyo didn't want to delay a second longer and hurriedly left with everyone. Before departing, he took one last look at the pirate flag fluttering on the sea.

The white beard on the skull and crossbones flag sent chills down his spine!

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What Rakuyo saw was the Whitebeard Pirates.

But why had the Whitebeard Pirates only arrived now? This takes us back to just before noon.

That was when Larson and the others had just entered this area. The tavern owner had pointed out the presence of the Labelle Pirates here.

Initially, they thought this operation would be as simple as sailing the ship over and dealing with the Labelle Pirates.

Unsurprisingly, an accident occurred.

Planck demonstrated his sailing skills once again in front of Thatch. As everyone knows, it's nearly impossible to navigate accurately at sea. Planck attempted to complete the journey in less than an hour but took much longer to do so.

By the time the Whitebeard Pirates finally saw the island's outline in the distance, everyone felt tears welling in their eyes.

"Land! There's the island, we made it."

Thatch and Marco hugged tightly, nearly tearful with excitement.

They had finally arrived!

Larson's fists had blue veins as he looked up at Whitebeard, who was coincidentally looking back at him at the time.

At that moment, they both understood what the other wanted to express.

Navigator, they desperately needed a navigator!

Planck could not helm the ship again if they wanted to survive the New World!

Larson stood up and spoke to the tavern owner, who sat with a sallow face in the corner, "I'm sorry for your trouble."

The tavern owner forced a smile, "If possible, please give me a ride."

"No, we can't do that," Larson responded quickly, "We've already arrived."

At last!

The tavern owner breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

In truth, no one anticipated the tavern owner's seasickness before departing. Initially, it seemed trivial since their sea route was short enough to endure any discomfort.

The tavern owner had assumed the same, but the end result was Planck taking everyone in circles. The tavern owner became seasick from noon onwards.

He had reached the limit of his tolerance, leading to the earlier conversation with Larson.

At that moment, Planck emerged from the cabin, and everyone's eyes immediately focused on him.

With a resentful look, Thatch scowled, Marco gritted his teeth, Whitebeard remained expressionless, and Larson gripped his knife.

Planck trembled, "Larson, what's the matter?"

Larson calmly replied, "Preparing to fight the enemy."

Planck weakly protested, "Then why are you all staring at me?"

I'm not your enemy.

Ah, just let it go.

Larson realized that they had endured tougher voyages before, and this was comparatively nothing.

Looking at the small island in the distance, Larson said, "Is that Labelle Pirates' lair?"

"I don't know," admitted Marco. "Usually, no one dares approach this area, but this island should be it."

Whitebeard said softly, "Then we'll land on the island."

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On the other side, Labelle also spotted the Whitebeard Pirates at sea.

"That pirate ship, is it one of ours?"

His subordinate cautiously replied, "Our ships have all returned, so they're probably not one of us."

"That's fine," Labelle said, sneering as he glanced at the corpse on the ground, "We'll use him to recoup our losses today."

Labelle gathered all his remaining men, intending to confront Larson and the Whitebeard Pirates upon their landing.

It's evident how brainless Labelle truly was.

Crayo had just killed many of his people and caused significant destruction. Yet, upon seeing an unfamiliar pirate ship, Labelle chose not to investigate their intentions but instead opted for direct confrontation.

The Labelle Pirates had managed to survive thus far; luck must have been on their side.

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The pirate ship docked on shore, and Whitebeard led Larson and others to leap ashore one by one.

Thatch's nose twitched, "There's the scent of blood. There must be casualties nearby."

Everyone regarded him with surprise, and Thatch rubbed his head sheepishly, "I'm naturally sensitive to smells."

"Impressive," Larson noted with growing admiration for Thatch. Then he glanced at Planck, with his expression instantly filled with disdain.

As if comparing other people's promising children with his own underachieving ones.

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