Chapter 138 The Clash on the Burning Island

"Sir, there's a situation on the island ahead."

Satoru reclined lazily on a deck chair, drink in hand, basking under the sun. Hearing the report, he lazily pushed up his sunglasses and glanced at the horizon. His sharp eyes caught sight of an island engulfed in flames, smoke rising high into the sky. Narrowing his gaze, Satoru's six eyes quickly deciphered the chaos unfolding on the island below.

As he prepared to intervene, a powerful wave of Conqueror's Haki surged from the island. It was wild, uncontrolled, and fleeting—but unmistakably potent.

"Interesting," Satoru murmured with a smirk. His figure blurred and vanished from the warship, leaving a whisper in the wind.

"Full speed ahead toward the island!" Klor, his trusted officer, barked, already anticipating Satoru's move.

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The island was a scene of devastation. A pirate crew had invaded, burning and pillaging mercilessly. However, their rampage had been abruptly interrupted. More than half of the pirates lay unconscious, victims of the overwhelming Haki that had erupted moments earlier.

In the middle of the chaos stood a boy, no older than twelve or thirteen. His tattered clothes and soot-covered face reflected his struggle. Though unconscious now, it was clear he had been the source of the Haki outburst.

"This... this kid... He's the one who unleashed that Conqueror's Haki!" one pirate stammered, his voice tinged with fear.

"What are you scared of? He's just a brat, and he's out cold! Finish him off!" their leader, a bald man wielding a machete, barked.

With a wicked grin, the bald man strode toward the unconscious boy. But just as he raised his blade, a voice rang out, calm yet sharp as steel.

"That's not going to work. I'll be taking this little guy."

A white-haired figure appeared in front of the boy, his presence suffocating.

"Who the hell are you?" the bald man demanded, pointing his weapon at Satoru.

Satoru tilted his head, pretending to clean his ears. "Huh? Are you asking *me*?" His tone carried mockery.

"Of course, you idiot! Who else would I be talking to?"

"Then go ask a ghost," Satoru said flatly.

Before the bald man could process the insult, his head exploded like a bursting balloon. Blood splattered across the stunned pirates.

The silence was deafening as the remaining pirates stared at Satoru in sheer terror. Though they were criminals used to bloodshed, this was brutality on another level.

"It's... it's the Admiral, White Dragon!" one pirate gasped in recognition.

Satoru smiled faintly. "Oh, someone actually knows me. I was starting to think my reputation wasn't as good as I thought."

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Satoru's expression darkened as his gaze swept over the carnage the pirates had wrought. "It's been a long time since I've seen scum like you destroy a village. So tell me, who gave you the courage to do this in my territory?" His words were laced with barely restrained fury, and the pressure of his Haki made the weaker pirates collapse to their knees.

"We're part of the Whitebeard Pirates!" the pirate captain blurted out in desperation. "If you touch us, our captain will avenge us!"

Satoru's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Whitebeard's men? Strange, this place is far from his territory, and you'd have to pass through Kaido's waters to get here. Are you sure you're not just lying to save your skin?"

The pirate trembled. "I swear! If you kill us, our captain will come for you!"

Satoru chuckled coldly. "Whitebeard, huh? Well, his name doesn't mean much to me. If he wants to challenge me, he's welcome to try."

The pirate captain's face paled further as Satoru continued. "You've committed atrocities on my watch. Letting you live would be an insult to justice. Prepare to die."

As Satoru's warship arrived, the Navy soldiers disembarked and witnessed the devastation. Their blood boiled at the sight of the lifeless villagers.

"Leave none alive!" Satoru ordered, his voice cold and unyielding.

The Navy sprang into action, cutting down the pirates with precision and fury. Though the pirates resisted fiercely, their fate was sealed.

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Meanwhile, aboard the Moby Dick, Marco was relaxing when his transponder snail suddenly buzzed.

"Captain Marco! Save us!" a panicked voice cried from the other end. Before Marco could respond, the line went dead.

The lively atmosphere aboard the ship turned grave as silence fell. Everyone had heard the desperate plea, including Whitebeard himself.

The mighty pirate rose from his seat, his presence dominating the deck. "Marco," he rumbled, "find out what's going on."

Marco nodded solemnly. "Yes, Pops."

The crew braced themselves. Whoever dared attack one of their own would face the wrath of the Whitebeard Pirates.