The next day, the World Economy News Paper indeed published news about Teach, which was quite comprehensive.
From the moment Teach joined the Whitebeard Pirates to the Thersfield island incident a few days ago, they had basically stripped away all of Teach's information, essentially opening his first box.
However, the relationship between Teach and Rocks was not so easy to dig up.
Judging from the original work, the relationship between Teach and Rocks was likely known only to Teach himself; even Whitebeard probably didn't know, let alone the World Government that allowed Teach to become a Shichibukai.
Even so, Teach was so angry that he screamed at the newspaper, "Ze-hahaha... those bastards!"
Teach tore the newspaper to shreds, veins bulging on his forehead.
When yesterday's report came out, he knew that he probably couldn't hide anymore; at least his long-standing low profile and hidden strength could no longer be concealed.
Others might not recognize it, but that group in the Whitebeard Pirates must have been stunned.
It was fine regarding the Whitebeard Pirates; Teach knew very well that Whitebeard was not someone who would suspect his own son, so as long as the excuse was plausible, he could muddle through.
The point that angered Teach yesterday was that the angles of these photos were simply too tricky.
Every single one perfectly captured the moment he suppressed Shanks, but they uniquely failed to capture the final scene where he was blasted away by that sword energy which fused Haoshoku and Armament Haki's internal destruction.
As a result, the whole world thought the sing-sing fruit had been snatched by him.
Unable to defend himself, Teach felt he was being treated so unfairly.
He had always hidden in the shadows looking for opportunities, something he was proud of, but suddenly he had become breaking news.
"That damn news bird!"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, almost crushing the cherry pie in his hand into crumbs.
Because today's content was even more troublesome for him than yesterday's.
Not only was his full name, "Marshall D. Teach," clearly printed on it, but it also detailed the time he joined the Whitebeard Pirates, his performance on the ship over the years, and even speculated on his motives for hiding his strength.
It painted him as a super mastermind who wanted to usurp the Whitebeard Pirates and even rule the world.
Well, Morgans wasn't just randomly speculating this time; what he said was all true.
But do you have proof? You just said it like that?
This was basically exposing his entire background!
"They even wrote about me fighting when I was a kid?"
He was so angry he almost crumpled the newspaper into a ball: "Why doesn't this bird-man go be a detective?"
The newspaper even included a photo of him as a child.
This instantly destroyed the low-profile, mediocre image he had carefully maintained for years, turning him instead into a schemer with deep motives and a sinister persona.
Now the whole ocean knew about Marshall D. Teach on Whitebeard's ship—a hidden powerhouse with strength not inferior to Red Hair Shanks.
Some even suspected he was the successor Whitebeard was secretly cultivating, and that this competition for the Devil Fruit was actually Whitebeard's conspiracy.
"Those idiots!"
He bit viciously into a large piece of cherry pie: "That fruit isn't in my hands at all!"
"Morgans... and that bastard who provided the information..."
He said through gritted teeth: "Don't let me run into you!"
New World, Moby Dick.
The members of the Whitebeard Pirates were indeed, just as Teach had imagined, all stunned.
None of them expected that this Black Fatty, who usually carried a silly grin, actually possessed such formidable strength.
The entire deck first fell into a strange silence, then erupted into heated discussion.
"Hey, hey, is this for real?"
Blamenco held the newspaper, looking at it over and over, his expression the same as Doflamingo in prison, suspecting he was looking at fake news.
Jozu also leaned in: "So... Teach, this guy, he's hidden himself way too deep, right?"
"He usually looks so quiet and unassuming, yet he's actually this powerful?!"
"I really didn't expect it..."
Vista stopped cleaning his sword: "I didn't expect that a guy who usually hides in the back even during fights would be this strong?"
"It's hard to say, right?"
Thatch said somewhat uncertainly: "That Red Hair, I always feel like I've seen him somewhere, and we don't know how strong he is."
"After all, it's just a small place like the East Blue; maybe that guy Morgans is exaggerating again."
Look at Thatch; he had a great deal of trust in Teach. Seeing the seeds of doubt sprouting in everyone's words, he hurriedly tried to smooth things over for Teach.
Izo stopped practicing his sword, sheathed it, and walked over. His gaze fell on the photo in the newspaper: "I remember him; he was an apprentice on the Roger Pirates, but that was many years ago, and he was just a kid back then."
"The last time we had a big battle with the Roger Pirates, this kid seemed to have fought with Teach."
Thatch stroked his chin: "If that's the case... it's reasonable that the two of them are about equal in strength."
Others nodded one after another; it was indeed reasonable.
They were evenly matched years ago, and they are still evenly matched now; what's unreasonable about that?
Blamenco, who had spoken first, rolled his eyes: "A bunch of idiots! Didn't you see what the island was reduced to?"
"How many of you could almost shatter an entire island?"
His gaze swept across the crowd. Except for a few, like Vista and Jozu, everyone lowered their heads guiltily, clearly feeling that they couldn't achieve the intensity of the battle between Teach and Shanks.
"Then... is what the newspaper says true? Is Teach really the successor Old Man has been secretly cultivating?"
Thatch also became unsure and spoke tentatively.
Vista looked full of confusion: "But why would Old Man do that? And even keep it from us all this time?"
"Hey! I'm talking!"
Marco yawned as he wandered out of the cabin, his pineapple hair messy from sleep: "So noisy... what are you all making a fuss about?"
He rubbed his eyes and took the sensational newspaper from Blamenco's hand.
While reading the newspaper, Marco asked the others to explain what was going on.
Everyone explained it in a jumble of voices, and he finally understood the gist of the matter.
"So..."
Marco shook the newspaper: "You've been discussing this for so long, and this is the conclusion you've reached?"
He tossed the newspaper onto a barrel: "Instead of guessing back and forth here, wouldn't it be better to just go ask Old Man directly?"
This sentence made the previously noisy deck instantly quiet down, and everyone looked at each other.
Such a simple method, why didn't they think of it?
"That's right!"
Jozu slapped his thigh: "Let's go! Let's go find Old Man together!"
He didn't notice that Marco's sleepy eyes now held a trace of doubt.
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