One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 314: I'd rather die than let you die!

Chen Ye stood up, looking down at the three government agents on the ground, his smile chilling.

"You were the big surprise I prepared for Garin. If you all just died like that, that old man would be bored collecting a bunch of corpses."

The voice just fell.

In the darkness, dozens of eyes slowly opened.

"Click."

Yasopp sat up from the ground, his long gun already cocked, the dark muzzle locked onto Guernica's forehead from dozens of meters away.

"Being an actor is not easy."

Yasopp twisted his neck, and his joints cracked.

"Especially since we have to pretend we can't hear a few mice squeaking around us."

From the shadows on the left, a huge body rolled over and stood up.

Lucky Roux stopped gnawing on the bone in his hand. He exerted force with his five fingers, and the meaty bone turned into dust in his palm. The smile on his fat face was no longer as innocent as before. His bloated body was like a wall, blocking all the paths left of CP0.

"The boss's mother rarely comes here, so I wanted to make a good impression."

Raki Lu pulled out a piece of fresh meat and took a big bite.

"You bunch of flies have ruined everything."

A huge shadow loomed over the right.

Edward Newgate, the white-bearded man, remained seated in the giant chair, only slightly tilting his head as a low chuckle escaped his throat.

"Gurala la la..."

Amidst the laughter, the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit unconsciously overflowed, distorting the air and causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear in the atmosphere. He was simply sitting there, an insurmountable mountain.

"Red-haired brat, your security isn't very good."

Whitebeard picked up the huge jug and took a swig.

"How could such trash get into a banquet center?"

Directly in front of Guernica.

Ben Beckman spat out the burnt-out cigarette butt and extinguished the embers with the sole of his shoe.

The vice-captain of the Red-Haired Pirates held a gun in one hand, the muzzle pressed against Stussy's temple, and his voice was hoarse.

"Do you really think the Four Emperors' banquet is a marketplace? You can come and go as you please?"

Beckman's gaze swept over the three agents.

"From the very first second you arrived on the island, the smell of rats was overwhelming. If the boss wasn't looking for some tricks, you wouldn't even have made it onto this beach."

Stussy's breath hitched.

Cold sweat soaked her back.

She had assassinated many people and navigated the world of countless powerful figures. But now, looking at the red-haired gang members standing up in circles around her, she was afraid.

This is a trap.

A complete and utter trap.

They thought they were wolves who had wandered into a sheepfold, only to discover that every "sheep" there was a Tyrannosaurus Rex hidden beneath its skin.

"boom!"

The Red-Haired Pirates unleashed their killing intent and slowly surrounded Guernica and her two companions.

Guernica's utter despair.

There was no way to survive.

There was no way to die.

This fear of being completely controlled caused even his dignity as a suicide soldier to crumble.

Clang.

The dagger slipped from his hand and fell onto the rocks.

Immediately afterwards, the shattered mask fell off his face, revealing a face distorted with extreme fear.

Shanks remained silent.

He simply used his one arm to quietly shield his mother.

Shanks didn't look up until he saw Guernica completely break down.

His eyes, which were always smiling, were now lifeless. He looked at the three people on the ground as if they were three bags of garbage.

"Take him away."

Shanks waved his hand, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Don't let them die."

"Keep a close eye on poison, bombs, and self-harm."

He paused, his gaze falling on Guernica's despairing face.

"Keep them alive, torture them thoroughly. Death is too cheap for them. I want them to live, to live until the day all the scores are settled."

"Understood, boss!"

Raki Lu stepped forward with a sinister grin.

He stretched out his large, fan-like hand and, as if grabbing chicks, lifted Guernica and Stussy by the back of their necks with one hand. The immense force constricted their cervical spines, rendering them unable to even struggle.

"Let me go! Kill me! Kill me!"

Guernica let out a piercing roar, but Raki Lu slapped her back.

"Shut up, you piece of trash."

Raki Lu chuckled, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Once you're in the Red-Haired Pirates' dungeon, you'll have to wait in line to die."

On the other side, several crew members roughly pulled the maha out of the rock wall and dragged it across the sand like a dead dog.

The three world governments' top combat forces were now like stray dogs, being dragged to the stinking prison at the bottom of the ship.

Three long drag marks were left on the beach.

Chen Ye stood there, listening to the screams that grew fainter and fainter, and the smile on his lips deepened.

He turned around, looked at Shanks with a gloomy face, and then at Shanks' mother who was still in shock beside him.

"Don't be so quick to get angry, Shanks."

Chen Ye pulled out an apple from somewhere, wiped it on his clothes, and took a big bite.

"This is just an appetizer."

He chewed on an apple and mumbled something.

"The best is yet to come."

Shanks' chest heaved as he forcefully suppressed his murderous intent. When he turned to face his still trembling mother, the icy expression on his face had vanished, and he had returned to being the gentle son he always was.

"It's alright, Mom."

Shanks stretched out his one arm and clumsily tidied his mother's red hair, which had been ruffled by the sea breeze.

"They were just a few lost mice, and they've already been chased away."

The mother gripped her son's sleeve tightly, her knuckles turning white. She didn't understand Haki or CP0. But she could feel the power that had erupted from her son just moments before—a power capable of destroying the entire world.

"They...are coming for me, aren't they?"

"It's because of that person... right?"

Upon hearing the name, Shanks' arm stiffened.

But he quickly masked it, grinning and revealing a big smile, exactly the same smile he gave his mother every time he fell and got up.

"It doesn't matter who it is."

Shanks helped his mother toward the warm campfire, his back straight.

"As long as I am here, no one on this ocean will be able to touch a single hair on your head."

"Even if they are Celestial Dragons, even if they are the Knights of God..."

Shanks' voice drifted on the night breeze.

Even that so-called "father".

Not far away, Ben Beckman watched this scene and lit another cigarette.

Smoke swirled around.

"It seems we need to prepare for war."

Beckman muttered to himself.

The white-bearded man next to him heard this, glanced at him, and grinned.

"Start a war? Gurararara..."

Whitebeard slammed the Murakumogiri sword in his hand onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of sand.

"Then let the storm rage on! My greatsword hasn't tasted the blood of a Celestial Dragon in ages!"

Chen Ye stood behind the two men, looking at the group of men standing at the top of the world, and at the mother and child, the apple in his hand was now just a core.

He casually tossed the fruit pit into the sea, where it traced an arc.

"Saint Karin, Saint Karin..."

Chen Ye murmured softly, his eyes full of calculation.

"Your expression when you receive this 'gift' I sent back will definitely be priceless."

"After all, this was tailor-made for you—"

"Father is kind and son is filial."