One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 310: Enemy?

"Who is it?"

With a dusty bone in his hand, Raki Lu asked indistinctly, his voice dripping with murderous intent.

"Who drove the boss to that point?"

All eyes immediately focused on Shanks.

As long as Shanks says a name.

Even if he is a Marine Admiral, or a Celestial Dragon.

These pirates would also charge forward without hesitation and tear their opponent to shreds.

Shanks's back stiffened slightly.

He turned around.

His face was already adorned with his usual carefree smile.

Although there were still traces of tears in the corners of his eyes, that reassuring regal aura had returned.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

Shanks scratched his head and laughed like a child who had done something wrong.

"I just remembered an old enemy and lost my temper. Did I scare everyone?"

"An old enemy?"

Loxda's eyes widened.

"Who is he? Where is he? Let's go kill him!"

The sentiment is exciting.

Shanks waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over his mother Fiona's pale face.

The mother's eyes were filled with worry and a hint of pleading.

She was pleading with her son not to tell the truth.

That truth was too heavy, too dirty.

Once this is spoken out, this group of freedom-loving individuals will be drawn into a vortex of endless conflict with the world government.

Shanks understood his mother's gaze.

He took a deep breath and swallowed the name—Figarand Garin Saint—back down his throat.

That was his father.

He was also the man who killed his mother.

He decided to bear this hatred and this sin alone.

"No."

Shanks smiled, his tone relaxed yet carrying an undeniable determination.

"That enemy is dead."

He lied.

To protect their mother, and also to protect their adorably silly friends.

"Dead people are not worth our energy."

Shanks walked over, picked up an intact barrel, and broke the seal with one hand.

The aroma of wine filled the air.

"There's only one task now!"

He raised the barrel high and roared.

"Continue the banquet! For the reunion! For... my mother!"

After a brief silence.

Cheers once again echoed through the night sky.

"Oh, oh, oh! For Mom!"

"Cheers!"

Pirates are simple and passionate.

Since the boss said the enemy is dead, then he must be dead.

Since the boss said he was going to have a banquet, we have to drink to our hearts' content.

Only a few people did not move.

Edward Newgate, the white-bearded man, took a swig of his drink, gave Shanks a meaningful look, and didn't expose him.

Chen Ye sat on a tree trunk high up, playing with gold coins in his hand, a knowing and mocking smile on his lips.

And Ben Beckman.

The mastermind behind the Red-Haired Pirates is currently standing in the shadows.

The cigarette in his mouth had burned out, and the ash fell onto the back of his hand.

He didn't wipe it.

Those deep, wise eyes were fixed on Shanks' profile.

He knows Shanks too well.

That smile was fake.

That reason is also false.

But he didn't ask the question in public; he simply lit another cigarette in silence.

……

Late at night.

The clamor of the revelry gradually subsided.

Most of the pirates were already drunk and passed out on the beach, snoring loudly.

The Red Fosse.

Captain's cabin.

The heavy wooden door was gently closed.

"Click".

The sound of the door lock clicking shut was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

Shanks walked to the table and took out a bottle of rum that he had treasured for many years.

That was left behind by Captain Roger.

He took out two cups and filled them.

The amber-colored wine swayed in the candlelight.

"Have a seat, Beckman."

Shanks didn't turn around; his voice was deep and devoid of the frivolity he displayed during the day.

Ben Beckman sat in the chair opposite him.

He didn't reach for the wine glass.

His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, scrutinizing the man before him.

"You know I've been waiting for you."

Beckman exhaled a puff of smoke, which swirled between the two men.

"What happened during the day? That so-called 'dead enemy' doesn't even exist, does it?"

Shanks gave a wry smile.

He picked up his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

The spicy liquid slid down my throat, burning my stomach like fire.

"You really can hide anything from me."

Shanks put down his cup.

His eyes suddenly turned sharp.

hum-

An invisible wave emanated from his body.

It's not Conqueror's Haki.

It is the ultimate form of Observation Haki.

This domineering aura instantly enveloped the entire captain's cabin, forming an unbreakable barrier.

All external sounds were shut out.

Even with Whitebeard's Observation Haki, he couldn't discern a single word spoken here.

Beckman's pupils contracted slightly.

Such a solemn matter.

They even resorted to this level of blocking measures.

What happens next will probably be earth-shattering.

"Beckman".

Shanks poured himself another glass of wine and pushed it toward Beckman.

What I'm about to say might completely change your perception of me.

"It might even... make you regret getting on my ship."

Beckman was silent for two seconds.

He picked up his glass and took a sip.

"Go ahead and say it. From the day I boarded the ship, I never intended to regret it."

Shanks looked at his most trusted lieutenant.

He took a deep breath, as if to exhale the stale air that had been accumulating in his chest for thirty-eight years.

"You've always been curious why the Five Elders give me face."

"Why am I so familiar with Mary Geoise?"

"Why... do I know the truth about God Valley?"

Shanks' voice trembled slightly.

"Because I am not just Shanks."

"My full name is... Figarand Shanks."

Beckman's fingers, holding the cigarette, paused slightly.

Figaland.

As one of the most intelligent people on this vast ocean, he had certainly heard of this surname.

That's a prestigious family among the Celestial Dragons.

He's the Celestial Dragon among Celestial Dragons!

They were once a royal family active in the World Government.

"You are a Celestial Dragon."

Beckman spoke calmly, as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

"Not only that."

Shanks shook his head, his eyes filled with even more pain.

"I am the son of Figarand Garin, the Supreme Commander of the Knights of God."

"Also... the abandoned baby from the God Valley incident back then."

Beckman didn't speak, he just listened quietly.

While this information was shocking, it was still within his capacity to cope.

After all, Shanks' demeanor is indeed unlike that of an ordinary pirate.

But what he said next completely shattered Beckman's composure.

"There was indeed a baby in the treasure chest that Captain Roger found back then."

That's me.

"But, Beckman..."

Shanks raised his head and looked directly into Beckman's eyes.

There were originally two slots in that treasure chest.

"I have an older brother."

"My twin brother."

"Fegaland Shamrock".

Nourishes—

A faint sound of flesh burning could be heard.

Beckman's cigarette burned out.

The scalding hot cigarette butt burned his fingers directly.

But he seemed to have lost the ability to feel pain and remained motionless.

Those eyes, which were always calm and always calculating, were now filled with shock.

The cigarette butt was still burning my skin.

Beckman, however, was completely unaware.

His brain was racing, processing this intelligence that could potentially upend the world order.

Twin brothers.

One became one of the Four Emperors of the Sea, a symbol of freedom.

another……

They remained in the holy land.

He became a Celestial Dragon.

He became a member of the Knights of God.

"Shamrock..."

Beckman finally came to his senses.

He threw away the cigarette butt without even glancing at the burn on his finger.

His expression was more solemn than ever before.

"Since he was personally trained by Garin-sama..."

"Then, he is your mirror image in the Holy Land."

"He has the same bloodline as you, the same talent, and even..."

Beckman's voice turned cold.

"The same potential."

"That's right."

Shanks nodded, his gaze fixed on the dark sea outside the window.

"I've seen him before."

"I can sense it, but their strength is no less than mine."

"My brother Shamrock will be our greatest enemy in the future."

He is my shadow.

"They are also the enemies I must face."

Beckman remained silent for a long time.

He quickly processed the information and began to analyze the pros and cons.

"Since Garin abandoned you back then, he even killed your mother."

"This means that in his plan, you are a 'mistake'."

"And now, this 'mistake' has turned into that of a Yonko, and he has even found his mother."

Beckman raised his head, his gaze sharp.

"They won't stand idly by."

"Since Garin has already made a move, it means they have already realized something."

"Even... the hounds have already set off."

Shanks gripped his glass tighter.

"Then let them come."

"This time, I won't run away."