"Now, the Big·momo Pirate Group is either completely annihilated or close to it," the Marines said with emotion, looking at Perospero and others lying in pools of blood. In the past, when the Marines encountered a Four Emperor's pirate ship in the New World, they would usually retreat. Even if they could win, under normal circumstances, they would retreat. Because the New World was the Four Emperors' territory, and the Marines, for the sake of stability, generally did not break this balance. Therefore, even if they encountered a Four Emperor's crew, the Marines would basically not try to capture them. Now, this troublesome Four Emperor's crew was like ants in front of the silver-haired man. Killing them was as easy as crushing ants. This made them feel a little disoriented for a while.
On the royal palace highlands, Morgans and Firebird were still in a daze. Both were trembling with excitement. Today's events were too thrilling. First, Charlotte Linlin arrived. Guina displayed her strength, no less than an Admiral, and directly knocked out Charlotte Linlin with an attack capable of completely destroying Dresrosa. Then, Charlotte Linlin's food-addiction erupted, and Guina once again fought with Charlotte Linlin. However, before their excitement could subside, something even more exciting happened. Konta killed Kaido with two effortless slashes, displaying a power they could not comprehend. This, this, this... it was as if they were falling from the clouds, so excited they almost ascended to heaven. For journalists, such exclusive news made them so happy they almost fainted. As for the fate of King, Perospero, and others afterwards, it was somewhat insignificant compared to Kaido.
"Ooooh ooh ooh!" At this moment, a black and white seagull, wearing a hat, with a small red bag around its neck and a newspaper bag on its back, streaked across the sky and appeared above Dressrosa. It first looked fearfully at the battlefield where Charlotte Linlin and Guina were fighting, then quickly withdrew its gaze. Upon seeing Morgans, its eyes lit up, and it swooped down, rapidly descending towards the royal palace highlands.
"Ooooh ooh ooh!" The squawking of the delivery bird startled Firebird and Morgans. "President, it's a delivery bird! It must be yesterday's news that's out." "Oh... quickly, give me a copy to look at." The delivery bird flew over, first bowed to the two, then took a newspaper from its back and handed it to Morgans. It bowed again to the two, then opened its mouth and let out two loud squawks. "Ooooh! (Payment)." Morgans gave the delivery bird a deep look and silently fumbled in his pocket for a coin, tossing it to the bird. Even though he was the president of the newspaper company, he still had to pay for newspapers bought outside. It was the rule, and even he could not break it. The delivery bird took the coin, nodded in satisfaction, then turned, flapped its wings, and quickly ascended into the sky, disappearing above.
Unfolding the newspaper, it was indeed the news they had written yesterday. They believed this news must have already spread across the seas. "President, keep up the good work! I believe today's news will completely shock the entire sea, the entire world." Firebird held his camera, looking at Morgans, his face flushed with excitement. Yesterday's news was just an appetizer. Today's news was the big scoop that would utterly shock the world. Thinking that such news would come from him and the President, he trembled with excitement.
"Indeed, we can write the news again." Morgans put down the newspaper and nodded. He looked at the battlefield below and sighed. "Alas~" "What's wrong, President?" Firebird was a little confused by Morgans' sigh. Such huge news, all from their World Economic News Agency, would be the pinnacle of their lives. What was there to sigh about! "It's nothing," Morgans shook his head and said regretfully, "I'm just a little disappointed. If only we had brought a super large Den Den Mushi, we could have broadcast the battle to the whole world, and we would have made history again." Firebird glanced sideways at Morgans, thinking to himself, "He's still not satisfied." He shook his head and said, "President, let's worry about live broadcasting later. For now, let's think about how to write today's news." "En!" Morgans nodded, took out his notebook, and a Den Den Mushi to contact the newspaper headquarters. Here, he and Firebird began writing today's newspaper.
There were many delivery birds scattered across the seas, so the events in Dressrosa were quickly delivered to every corner of this world, including other Four Emperors and the Revolutionary Army.
"Gurarara!!" On the massive Moby Dick, with rows of IV stands on both sides, Whitebeard, who was receiving an IV drip, held a newspaper in his hands and laughed heartily. "Old man, should we go take a look?" Beside Whitebeard stood Marco the Phoenix and Portgas D. Ace. Ace leaned forward, looking at the news in the newspaper, showing a restless posture. "Forget it. They fight their battles, it has nothing to do with us." Whitebeard threw away the newspaper and leaned back, making himself more comfortable. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Dressrosa, sighing, "I didn't expect that brat to cause such a big scene within a month of entering the New World." "Indeed!" Marco also sighed. "According to news from our subordinate fleets, the Big·mom Pirate Group also went to Dressrosa. We all know the relationship between Charlotte Linlin and Kaido. They might join forces. Are we really not going to take a look?" "Linlin and Kaido?" Whitebeard withdrew his gaze, rubbing his chin. After thinking for a moment, he put his hand down and said, "Forget it, we won't go to join the fun. If we go too, the New World will truly be in chaos." "Gurarara!!" "En! That's true." Marco nodded, agreeing with Whitebeard.
In the New World, in an unknown sea area, on a deserted island. "This brat." Shanks sat casually on a tree trunk, with a campfire in front of him and roast meat cooking over the fire. He was not eating meat or drinking alcohol at the moment, but was seriously looking at the newspaper in his hand. "What's wrong, Shanks?" Beside him, Benn Beckman, with a cigarette in his mouth, sat down next to Shanks and asked him. "Here, take a look yourself!" Shanks handed the newspaper to Benn Beckman, letting him look for himself. "En! Today's news?" "Perfect timing, I haven't read it yet!" After casually wiping the oil off his hands on his clothes, Benn Beckman took the newspaper and began to read it seriously.