"Kill the white beard!"

"Is that old man almost dead? Long live!!"

"Great, yeah!"

“…”

Holding both hands on the metal prison door, the pirates in the prison were boiling, and the Sith sniffed, which was the breath of scum.

"quiet!"

The Sith turned the long knife in his hand and the scabbard hit the ground directly.

Dong!!!

In an instant, darkness surged on the ground, ripples appeared, and the entire seventh floor was silent!

His sharp and fierce eyes were cast on him. In this infinite hell, there were some garbage that was powerful and fearless.

"Who is that guy?"

"Navy?"

"Maybe I come to find Fire Fist Ace?"

"Execution? Hahaha!"

“…”

The silence lasted only in this group of scum for a moment, and soon the whispering sounds came again.

No, it may not be accurate to use whispers, they are just pointing in front of the Sith.

Sith's expression was slightly cold, and the long sword fell heavily again.

The vortex flowed in the black ripples, the shadows twisted in the space, and the tentacles stretched around their necks.

“Ah~ah~”

Their breathing was a little difficult, and the Sith's voice became deeper and deeper.

"I said quiet, scum!"

The Sith had more eyes, but the effect was still there, at least the prison became quiet.

Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta!

In the closed space, the Sith's footsteps suddenly became very crisp. He liked this atmosphere, which made him feel a solemn and grand event, rather than a black comedy at a funeral like he had just happened.

"Potcas D. Ace, we're meeting again."

Sith stood outside the prison door and tried hard to raise the corners of his mouth, hoping to make himself look gentler. This was the last journey of Ace's life, and he should always give him some comfort.

"Ahem, Wilson Sith?"

Ace raised his head with a little difficulty, his face still stained with blood. I don’t know if it was the death of a person or because the Sith stopped the pirates from continuing to curse the white beard. In short, his smile today was much brighter than that of the Sith, and his whole body showed a kind of freedom.

"Are you here to send me on the way today?" Ace asked.

Sith did not answer for a moment, but took out a cigarette candy from his arms and handed it over.

"Give me one."

"No, I won't smoke." Ace shook his head.

"Not cigarettes, it's cigarette sugar."

Sith squatted down and just faced Ace's eyes.

"Your mood is wrong, Wilson Sith, is you sad for my death?" Grinned, Ace joked, he always thought he was very charming.

"Hmph." Sith groaned, "No, the death of a single pirate cannot cause any emotional fluctuations in me. I am just lamenting the end of an era."

As he said that, he stood up and his cold eyes swept across all the pirates around him.

"The era, the era called Whitebeard is about to pass, the curtain of the new era is about to open, and you, Fire Fist Ace, you will be the first drop of blood falling between the intersection of the old era and the new era."

"Era! Sith, I tell you, Dad will not fall. Dad has not become One Piece yet, and that era called Whitebeard will never end." Ace struggled and shouted desperately at Sith.

Sith glanced at him. He was here to attend the funeral today and did not want to argue with anyone.

The atmosphere became colder again.

"Ahem, you came today to tell me these things, right?" Ace smiled at him.

Sith shook his head and took out the judgment signed by the judicial island from his arms. He ignored whether there was blood in front of Ace, and just put it directly in his eyes.

"Sir, are you?"

The CP on the side was a little shocked. To some extent, the Sith's behavior was a bit unruly and even damaged the prestige of the Judicial Island. How could the prisoner see the judgment decisions themselves? Besides, it was just thrown to the ground.

The Sith raised his right hand and stopped the CP next to him.

"I'm responsible for the blame from the superiors."

CP is speechless.

"This is your judgment decision. I originally missed it for you, and it was all done by the motions, but after thinking about it, it was a death. Then there was no need to continue to force these formalisms. It would be better to let you see it yourself."

"Hmph."

Ace's smile suddenly became a little sad. He did not look at the judgment decision thrown on the ground. As the Sith said, he knew very well that it was a death on all sides.

He didn't want to look at the paper, but Jin Ping couldn't live without his eyes when he stared at it.

"Why? Why did you provoke this war? You should know the outcome of the breaking of balance, why did you provoke this war?"

Haixia Jinping looked up, staring at Sith's face with two big eyes, hoping that he could give an explanation.

"Haihe Jinping? Clockdal?"

The Sith tilted his head,

"All of them are big names. I can actually see two of the Seven Warriors at once, which were not seen by the dragon. No, maybe I can see the third and fourth ones today."

Jinping frowned. He was not a irritable person. Instead, he was very gentle. He looked at the Sith and continued to ask:

"Why does the government want to provoke this war?"

Sith's face was stern,

"Yes, why did the government provoke a war?

Perhaps the government is uneasy about the status quo and wants to tear a hole in the new world;

Perhaps it was the rise of hawks and dissatisfied with the appeasement policy of the past few decades;

Maybe it is because the government wants a new balance."

"Balance?" Clockdal sighed in the shadows. His political sense was much sharper than others. "You really dare to say anything."

The Sith leaned against the wall, as if facing a group of old friends who had not seen for a long time.

"The world hasn't seen a great change in decades is imminent, so what do I dare not say?"

Right hand pointed to the top of your head,

"Of course, the most important point is that there are people above me. The government and the navy are employed, so they will not do anything to me."

Then I added in my mind, except for Riggins.

Clockdal's eyelids sank and he turned his head away.

What an annoying second generation.

Clockdal understood in his heart, but Jinping and Ace didn't understand. Many pirates and prison guards around him didn't understand, and his puzzled eyes hit him.

The Sith did not continue to answer. Some things were enough to click until they were enough, and someone would come forward to explain.

Helplessly, everyone had to look at Clockdal again.

Clockdal said with a disdainful look:
Chapter completed!