Edward Weibull

"Wybul!"

"Um, Mom, did you call me?" There was a burly, fat, ugly-looking man with a constantly runny nose and thick lips. He was even taller than Locke, with a lot of upper body mass but skinny legs. 

His hair was long, reaching down to his legs, with braided sideburns. He had three horrifying scars on his body, suggesting he had suffered significant injuries, possibly having his left hand and head severed. He turned to look at Mis Bajin.

He had a white beard curled upwards like a crescent moon but thinner and longer. When Locke got a clear look at the man, he smiled.

"Edward Wybul, is it? Is he the capital you're so arrogantly boasting about, Bajin?"Locke teased Bajin.

"Hmph, that's right, Blox brat. Wybul is none other than the biological son of Whitebeard. He perfectly inherited Whitebeard's immense power."

"So, if you don't want to die, leave the ship and treasure behind!" Bajin raised her head, looking down at Locke with pride.

"Hahaha!"

"Hey, that woman, she can't be serious, can she?"

"Yeah, that guy who looks so silly, how could he be Whitebeard's son?"

"Hmph, I think he's just using Whitebeard's name to swagger around the sea!"

"We're the Lockes Pirates! Even if it were Whitebeard himself, he wouldn't dare to be this arrogant!"

The pirates on the ship burst into laughter after hearing Bajin's words. They mocked, questioned, and spoke disdainfully.

Upon hearing the laughter of those pirates, Bajin's face noticeably darkened. "You scoundrels! In this sea, no one can underestimate me!"

"You all better be prepared to die! Wybul, take them all down!"

"Huh? Mom, I don't want to. My stomach is really hungry right now. I don't want to fight; I want to eat."

When Wybul heard Bajin's words, he hesitated with a reluctant expression.

"#!"

Upon hearing Wybul's response, veins bulged on Bajin's forehead. "You brat! Are you planning to disobey your dear mother's orders? Don't forget, I raised you, and it was me who bought you food when you were hungry!"

"You imbecile! Scoundrel! Do you want to die?" Angrily, Bajin kicked Wybul on his skinny leg.

"Ouch, Mom, it hurts! It hurts! I'll do as you say; please don't hit me!" With tears and snot streaming down his face from Bajin's kick, Wybul reluctantly picked up his crude knife and charged toward the surrounding pirates.

"Waaah! You scoundrels, how dare you make me get beaten up by my mom! I'll kill you all!" From a higher vantage point, Wybul looked down on the pirates.

Although he appeared foolish, at this moment, he exuded a sense of brutality that filled everyone with fear.

"Die!" Roaring, Wybul swung his crude knife viciously at the pirates.

"Who do you think we are, huh?" The pirates growled and raised their weapons to confront Wybul.

"Boom!" However, the difference in strength was not something that numbers could easily overcome. With just one strike, all the pirates surrounding him were sent flying. Deep bone-deep wounds appeared on their chests.

"Roar!" After sending more than a dozen pirates flying with a single blow, Wybul let out a beast-like roar. A ferocious aura emanated from his body, instantly terrifying many pirates.

"Damn it, this monster!"

"Scoundrel, how could this idiot be so strong?"

"We can't beat him!" The pirates were in a state of panic as they watched Wybul go on a rampage.

"Hahaha! You see that? This is my son! Enjoy it and pay the price for mocking me!"

Mis Bajin laughed like a victorious queen, imagining Locke kneeling before her, begging for mercy and offering all his treasure.

"Buzz!" Just as Bajin was lost in her fantasy, a purple aura instantly covered the entire deck of the pirate ship.

"Ugh!" With a muffled groan, Wybul, slaughtering Captain Locke, crashed headfirst into the deck. Countless wood chips flew into the air.

As soon as Locke activated his ability, Bajin was completely suppressed on the deck. Cold sweat seeped from all over her body. Red blood flowed from her mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.

At this moment, Bajin couldn't utter a word. Her heart was filled with fear and disbelief.

"Ugh! Mom, it hurts so much! Please save me! Waaah!"

Struggling, Wybul reached out towards Bajin, crying for help. However, Bajin, overwhelmed by fear, didn't hear Wybul's cries for help. Her teeth clattered as she stared in terror at Locke, who was getting closer and closer.

"Have mercy, spare me! I'm just an old lady with not much strength left. Please spare me!"

"Heh, it makes me sick to my core." Locke snorted and turned to walk towards Wybul.

"Tie up this old lady and throw her into the sea. I don't want her to defile my sword."

"Locke! You little brat! You'll meet a miserable end!"