thefictionvixens Chapter 24 Dismissing the crowd, a secret meeting late at night!
Chapter 24 Dismissing the crowd, a secret meeting late at night!
Seeing that Chen Ye didn't have any good ideas, everyone shifted their attention away from him!
For a moment, everyone in the command center fell silent!
But this brief silence became the last spark that ignited the powder keg.
"That's enough!"
Captain Laco, the seventh division commander, slammed his fist into the sea chart, causing the pointer on the table to jump wildly.
"A waste of time!"
"What use is a newcomer?!"
His bloodshot eyes swept across the room, and the suppressed anger erupted once more.
"I think we should stop discussing it!"
"Everyone! All ships! Charge straight into Marineford now!"
"Let's take Ace back with our fists and our knives!"
These words completely ignited the tense atmosphere.
"That's right! Why waste time talking to those Navy scum!"
"Even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, I will be the first to charge in!"
"Kill them all!"
"Rescue Ace!"
The flames of revenge that Marco had just forcibly suppressed have returned in a more intense manner.
The entire command center instantly transformed from a solemn, secretive room into a chaotic mess, resembling a bustling marketplace.
The captains, these heroes who usually command respect in their regions, were now completely consumed by rage and lost all reason.
They argued and roared at each other.
Every so-called "plan" proposed was actually useless and a waste of time and effort to send people to their deaths.
Marco opened his mouth, wanting to stop him again, but found his voice so small amidst the roar that was like a landslide and a tsunami.
He looked at the faces contorted with anger, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside him.
It's useless now.
Nobody listens to us anymore.
Chen Ye remained standing in that corner.
He looked at the almost out-of-control situation before him, his expression unchanged, as if he were watching a farce that had nothing to do with him.
Just as this chaos reached its peak.
Boom-! ! !
A deafening roar, so heavy it made your heart stop, suddenly exploded!
It wasn't slamming the table.
It wasn't stomping your feet either.
It's a white beard.
His hand, which wasn't receiving an IV drip, slammed heavily onto the massive armrest of the chair beside him.
The entire conference room, along with the entire Moby Dick ship, trembled violently because of this!
All the arguments.
All the roars.
All the anger.
Everyone was completely stunned in that instant.
The air froze.
Time stood still.
All that remained in the meeting room were the heavy breathing of the squad leaders and others, who were overcome with excitement.
That's enough.
The white-bearded man spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it carried an irresistible majesty, like a massive ship rolling across ice.
He slowly rose from the throne.
Its massive body cast a shadow that enveloped the entire conference room.
He didn't even visit any of his sons.
"Shut up, all of you!"
"Look at the state you're in now, what kind of nonsense is this?"
"A bunch of idiots blinded by anger!"
"With your abilities, you think you can go to war against the world's most elite navy?"
"You think you can save Ace in your current state?"
The white-bearded man's voice suddenly rose, transforming into a deafening thunderclap.
"You're going to your deaths! You want Ace to watch you die one by one right in front of him!"
These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over everyone's heads.
All the captains shuddered, their fervor vanishing instantly, replaced by shame as they lowered their heads.
Yes, they're just going to their deaths!
The white-bearded man surveyed the crowd, which had fallen into dead silence once more, and his voice returned to its usual calm and steady tone.
"The meeting is now adjourned."
"Stop all pointless arguments."
"Everyone, get back there, sharpen your weapons, polish your cannons, and get yourself into top condition!"
He paused, and an inextinguishable flame burned in his kingly eyes.
"remember!"
"We're going there to rescue people!"
"It's not suicide!"
After saying that, he ignored everyone, turned around, and strode heavily out of the meeting room.
No one dared to speak again.
Everyone lowered their heads, ashamed of their earlier lapse in composure.
The heavy footsteps faded into the distance.
Just as the huge figure of the white-bearded man was about to pass by Chen Ye in the corner.
His steps paused almost imperceptibly.
It was only a half-second pause.
It happened so fast that almost no one noticed.
Then, without looking back, he walked out of the conference room.
……
night.
Deep and dark as ink.
The Moby Dick, a giant ship that carries the pride of an era, sails quietly under the moonlight.
The hustle and bustle of the day has subsided.
On deck, the crew followed their father's orders, making final preparations in silence.
The sharpening of knives was a grating, ear-piercing sound.
Wiping the cannon, the oilcloth reflected a cold, frosty light.
Everyone was fully prepared for the battle!
Nobody noticed.
A lone figure quietly approached the massive whale-like head of the Moby Dick.
This is the highest point on the entire ship.
Chen Ye sat cross-legged, letting the cold sea breeze blow against his thin clothes.
His eyes were closed, his expression calm, as if he had become one with the night.
He is waiting.
he knows.
They will definitely come.
I don't know how much time has passed.
A series of steady footsteps approached from afar, echoing on the silent deck.
There were two footsteps.
A heavy, mountain-like object, each step causing the deck to groan slightly.
The other one was much lighter and almost inaudible.
Chen Ye slowly opened his eyes.
He didn't turn around.
He simply looked at the horizon where the sea met the sky and spoke calmly.
"Dad still wants Marco!"
You've arrived!
Under the moonlight, two figures stopped behind him.
Leading the group was a man as imposing as a mountain.
Whitebeard.
Beside him was the man with the pineapple-shaped hair.
Marco.
Marco looked at Chen Ye's calm back, and the doubt in his eyes finally turned into a kind of confirmation.
He knew it.
This mysterious genius boy definitely has a way!
The white-bearded man didn't speak; he simply stood there, silently watching Chen Ye's retreating figure with his all-seeing gaze.
The sea breeze lifted the cape and coat behind him.
It rustled.