I, Broly, began by destroying the pirate world.

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At Kurliel's shout, the entire White Group crew in the restaurant fell silent instantly.

The next second, everyone threw down their knives, forks, and food with a "clatter," grabbed their weapons, and prepared their abilities.

The white-bearded man paused for half a second, then quickly recovered and roared at his sons in a gruff voice, "All of you, behave yourselves!"

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed the supreme grade sword, Murakumogiri, and with his burly body slamming against the tables and chairs, strode out of the restaurant.

Marco, Joz, and Bista, the key crew members, followed closely behind, each with a solemn expression.

Not long after, the Whitebeard Pirates saw Broly leading a group of hot female pirates, slowly walking towards them.

The scene resembled a gang fight.

Marco swallowed hard and muttered in a low voice, "Is that the alien monster with a 100 billion Berry bounty?"

Joz, standing nearby, frowned and couldn't help but ask, "Are there really aliens in this world?"

Izang licked his lips, which were painted with bright red lipstick, and said with a sharp look in his eyes, "At least he came with that meteorite-like thing, there's no mistake."

Broly, who was leading the Kuja group into town, also spotted Whitebeard and his group.

However, his face remained completely expressionless.

After all, we saw the giant ship Moby Dick when we docked.

Broly, still sporting blond hair and a white beard, raised his chin as a greeting before walking straight past the group of pirates who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.

Whitebeard was stunned on the spot.

Just left like that? Were you really just passing by?

What's even more outrageous is that he was actually quite polite? A hint of surprise rose in Whitebeard's heart.

After their initial shock, the rest of the Whitebeard Pirates quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

If we can avoid fighting Broly, that would be the best outcome.

In the crowd, a pair of eyes were fixed on Broly's back; it was Marshall D. Teach.

At this point, he was just an insignificant henchman in the second division of the Whitebeard Pirates.

"An even more advanced being from another planet," Teach murmured to himself.

He always believed in the saying, "Human dreams are endless."

But after learning of Broly's existence, he truly felt his own insignificance.

It turns out that the so-called strong are never limited to this ocean.

In the vast universe, there are still many terrifying beings that they have never heard of.

"Gurgle—"

Just then, a deafening stomach growl shattered the peace.

Broly paused, patted his belly, and muttered to himself, "Oh, I forgot to eat breakfast after practice."

"Whoosh—"

Teach suddenly flashed a perfectly timed smile: "The Whitebeard Pirates have booked all the restaurants in town. If you don't mind, how about we share a table?"

Upon hearing this, Marco and the others immediately glared at him as if he were a madman—was Teach tired of living?!

Teach shrugged, looking completely matter-of-fact: "Captain Marco, they're going to eat, so they're bound to run into us. Rather than risk a conflict, it's better to take the initiative and make things easier. Maybe we can even win them over. Why not?"

This actually made a lot of sense, leaving Marco and the others speechless for a moment, but they were seething with anger inside.

They are the Whitebeard Pirates, the undisputed rulers of the seas. When have they ever needed to curry favor with others?

"Gurala la la la—"

A deafening laugh erupted, and the white-bearded man, carrying Murakumogiri, stepped forward and shouted at Broly, "Teach was right! How about it, little... uh, alien, want to have a drink with me?"

The white-bearded man almost blurted out "kid," but quickly corrected himself.

Broly grinned upon hearing this, and waved his hand decisively: "Eating is fine, but drinking is out of the question."

Whether in his past life or this one, he couldn't understand what was so good about alcohol.

If it's really that delicious, why did everyone frown after taking their first sip?

Meanwhile, Lucci and his group used the excuse of "wanting to go out as a family" to run away as soon as they landed on the island.

Bruno activated his Door-Door Fruit ability, and a transparent door appeared out of thin air in the corner of the wall.

After they slipped through the door, they were instantly transported to a secluded alley on the other side of town.

"Ugh—" The owl opened its beak and spat out a Den Den Mushi covered in saliva.

Gabra took a half-step back in disgust and muttered, "That's fucking disgusting!"

The owl shrugged, looking helpless. "There's no other way. We have to keep this from Broly and his men."

Lucci, however, showed no sign of disgust and picked up the Den Den Mushi with a blank expression: "Stop talking nonsense and get to the report."

"Kalifa just sent a message."

Bruno added, "Broly and the others are having dinner with the Whitebeard Pirates, they shouldn't have time to bother with us."

"But we can't let our guard down." Lucci dialed a number with a cold face, his fingertips applying slight pressure. "If we give ourselves away, we'll all die!"

The moment the call connects, the Den Den Mushi immediately simulates a wrinkled old face.

"This is Cheetah," Lucci announced in a deep voice.

Even though he's not a Devil Fruit user yet, he chose the codename "Cheetah." Perhaps this is the world's corrective force.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by an old, hoarse voice: "Understood, this is Sandworm."

Just by hearing this code name, you can tell who the other side is—the Five Elders, or rather, one of the Three Elders, Saint Peter!

"You took the initiative to contact us, so it seems you've gained something?" Piet Saint's voice was unreadable.

Lu Qi nodded and reported quickly to his superior, "Yes! Although we only followed for three days, we gained a lot."

Lucci then quickly reported a series of events, including Broly lending his flag to Fishman Island, Neptune and Queen Otohime betrothing their unborn daughter to him, and his ability to deploy a protective shield to isolate seawater and allow ships to navigate freely in the deep sea.

The Den Den Mushi mimicked Piet Saint's approving expression, its aged voice tinged with satisfaction: "Very good, continue the investigation. If you can uncover Broly's weakness, you'll be promoted to CP0 upon your return!"

"yes!"

A flash of fanaticism appeared on Lucci's previously expressionless face.

For a dog, the best reward is a bone from its owner.

"BOOM—!!!"

Just then, a deafening explosion suddenly rang out, and the entire island shook violently!

With an average age of just over ten, Lu Qi and his group were caught off guard and all stumbled and fell to the ground.

Jabra's face turned ashen. He struggled to his feet and turned to look in the direction of the town center—where the sky was like shattered glass, cracked with countless white fissures!

That's... the power of Whitebeard's Tremor-Tremor Fruit!

Lucci and his group's expressions changed drastically, and a thought simultaneously popped into their minds:

Why did Whitebeard suddenly activate his powers? Did he fight Broly?!