One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 208: Let's Talk About D's Secrets!

Upon hearing this, both Rocks and Roger were taken aback and looked at Chen Ye.

The smell of alcohol on their faces dissipated almost instantly.

Their eyes were full of doubt.

What does this guy want to talk about?

The crackling sound of the campfire.

Thousands of pirates lay sprawled around him, their snores filling the air.

The sound was frighteningly clear.

The atmosphere around us had clearly changed.

Those who can climb to their position are all monsters.

However, neither Rocks nor Roger were ordinary men; they possessed extraordinary intuition.

In just a second, they sensed something extraordinary in Chen Ye's eyes, which had lost all their playfulness and become calm.

Chen Ye's expression at this moment was very strange.

The doubt lasted only half a second.

Then, a wicked smile, a mixture of inquiry and scrutiny, simultaneously appeared on the faces of the two old foxes.

Like two hunters who have caught the scent of their prey, they were instantly filled with interest.

Lox's massive body leaned forward.

This simple action dimmed the surrounding light.

An oppressive shadow nearly engulfed Chenye.

He probed in his signature hoarse voice:

"Oh? So, bro, what would you like to talk about?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to possess a certain magic.

Roger crossed his arms and leaned back, but he didn't say anything.

But those gleaming eyes remained fixed on Chen Ye's face with interest, waiting for him to speak.

He was relaxed; for him, the unknown was far more attractive than any treasure.

The atmosphere gradually became tense again.

Chen Ye ignored their gazes.

His gaze swept calmly over the two of them.

Then, he uttered four words.

"The D Clan".

The four words were spoken.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The sounds of a campfire burning, the crashing of waves, and the distant snores of thousands of people.

Dead silence.

All the expressions on Rocks and Roger's faces—the probing, the smirking—vanished instantly.

In the firelight, their pupils suddenly contracted, the flickering flames reflecting their contracted pupils.

There was shock, horror, and disbelief in it.

D.

Taboo.

A mark etched deep within their souls.

A core secret they both knew about, but never revealed to anyone.

They can talk about hegemony, treasure, anything and everything about this ocean.

Only the letter 'd'.

It's a restricted area within a restricted area.

Lox remained silent.

The deathly silence lasted for several seconds.

The muscles in this maritime overlord's cheeks twitched, and his eyes, which looked down upon the sea, churned with a turbulent power that no outsider could comprehend.

next second.

"Thief! Hahahaha!"

A burst of wild laughter erupted!

It was no longer the previous boldness, but rather a mixture of madness, relief, and admiration for Chen Ye's unfathomable courage!

The shockwave of the laughter made the wine glasses on the table vibrate, startling a pirate who was fast asleep in the distance and making him turn over.

"It has to be you, bro!"

Lox laughed wildly while pounding his fist on the table.

"They always like to talk about things that others dare not talk about! They always like to talk about topics that are taboo in this world!"

Roger let out a long breath, and his tense body relaxed.

A smile returned to his face, but this time, there was something else in it.

"yes."

He laughed along.

"This is a topic that can't be discussed casually in this world."

Rocks' laughter stopped abruptly.

The arrogance on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented sharpness and vigilance.

He scanned his surroundings warily, his gaze sweeping over his men, who lay sprawled out and drunk as mush.

He confirmed it; everyone was asleep.

But he was still worried.

He lowered his voice, so low that only the two people next to him could hear it:

"However, since you want to chat, brother, we'll gladly oblige."

"but."

He then changed the subject.

"This is not a suitable place."

Before he could finish speaking, Lox suddenly stood up.

His imposing, mountain-like figure completely blocked the light of the campfire.

He waved his hand at the two of them, his tone carrying an absolute command.

"Come with me."

After saying that, he turned around without looking back, not even glancing at the campfire and wine, and strode towards the depths of Beehive Island.

There, hidden in the shadow of the giant skull rock wall, lies a dark passage, a gaping maw of a monster.

Chen Ye and Roger exchanged a glance.

It's clear.

tacit agreement.

The two men didn't speak, but stood up at the same time and followed Rox's huge back.

The sound of their footsteps was exceptionally clear in the quiet harbor.

They walked past piles of treasure and avoided their drunken companions.

That passage is the entrance to another world.

A cold, damp wind blew out from inside, making the torches flicker wildly.

The stone walls on both sides of the passage were covered with moss, giving it an ancient and mysterious feel.

Every so often there was a torch stuck in a skull candlestick.

The dim light could only illuminate a small patch of ground beneath our feet; more darkness lay ahead, its bottom unseen.

Rocks walked at the front.

His tall figure cast a long shadow in the narrow passage as he moved forward.

Roger walked in the middle, his smile gone, his face unusually serious.

His fingers unconsciously tapped the sword "Ace" at his waist.

Only the cold touch of this knife could calm his restless heart.

Chen Ye walked at the back, still looking like he didn't care about anything.

He curiously examined the structure of the passageway.

The passage is long.

Only the footsteps of three people echoed in the deathly silence, monotonous and oppressive.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the view suddenly opened up ahead.

A more spacious underground space.

At the end of the space was a stone gate carved from a single, massive piece of black rock.

The door had no patterns on it, only an indescribable sense of weight and majesty.

Lockes walked to the stone door and stopped, placing his palm in an inconspicuous groove on the edge of the door.

Rumble.

The dull, grinding sound made my teeth ache.

The stone gate, weighing tens of thousands of tons, was slowly opened inward by a mechanism.

The door crack widened, and an aura colder and more ancient than the passageway, mixed with the unique luxurious scent of gold and silver, rushed in.

Behind the door lies a treasure trove beyond words.

But at this moment, none of the three were paying attention to the wealth that could drive the world crazy.

Their gazes all turned to the back of the door.

It plunged into that deeper, heavier darkness.

That's where the real conversation takes place.