Yamato and Jack were baffled by Michael's sudden order. But these two simple-minded guys had one advantage... If they didn't understand why, they wouldn't overthink it! Just fight first and ask questions later! After all, Michael was the one who told them to do it—no matter what happened, he'd handle the fallout! So the two of them had been rubbing their hands together, sharpening their blades eagerly... The two of them rushed ashore with lightning speed.... Without a word, they launched into a righteous two-on-one beatdown! Most importantly, they fought dirty. Yamato immediately kicked Miss Bakkin aside just as the old woman was about to speak. Judging by the look of it, the little old lady wouldn't be recovering anytime soon. And with Miss Bakkin no longer there to command him, Whitebeard Jr.'s bottom-tier intelligence quickly took over. By the time he realized he was being attacked, he was already getting pummeled, barely managing to fight back. "You're hitting me? Then don't expect me to hold back!" With that, he swung his naginata, forcing Yamato and Jack back momentarily. Even Michael, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but nod at the display of power... No joke, he was seriously strong. Saying he had the same strength as Whitebeard in his youth wasn't an exaggeration at all. Even Whitebeard himself might've been left scratching his head, wondering if he'd ever made some kind of mistake in the past. His combat power was indeed formidable, but in the original story, he was easily captured by Ryokugyu... At best, he was only at the level of a Yonko's right-hand man. Even if he managed to sever Zephyr's arm, it was likely only because Zephyr was worried about his students. Yamato and Jack had no such concerns. Jack, for one, possessed a body that ranked among the One piece World's top-tier, and his mastery of both types of Haki was already impressive. Meanwhile, Yamato had even reached the point where she could freely wield Conqueror's Haki, putting her on par with someone like Chin Jao. The only gap between them and true top-tier fighters lay in combat experience and techniques. But ironically, their current opponent was the same type as them. In this righteous two-on-one, Whitebeard Jr. stood no chance of winning. Struggling to defend himself, he gradually weakened until he finally collapsed under Yamato's "Thunder Bagua." "Whew! I haven't had a workout since fighting Hancock—that was exhilarating!" Yamato wiped the sweat from her brow and laughed heartily. "This guy's really tough!" "But how does someone with such skinny legs generate so much power?" Jack muttered, staring at Whitebeard Jr.'s legs in utter confusion. Michael's lips twitched. These two were downright brutal. Whitebeard Jr. had been beaten to the point of being unrecognizable. And Yamato's opening kick had held nothing back. She was clearly the type who wouldn't hesitate to beat up an old man or woman. "You did well... but next time, try not to aim for the face so much," Michael sighed. "He was already ugly to begin with, but now he's downright repulsive." With that, he walked over and picked up Miss Bakkin who was sprawled on the ground. A wisp of Holy light flowed from his hand into her body and the little old lady immediately sprang back to life! "Who dares to kick me! My son is Whitebeard's son! The man destined to become one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea! Have you all grown tired of living!? Good son! Kill them all right now!" "How did you get beaten up !" Miss Bakkin turned around and was shocked by Whitebeard Jr.'s swollen face. "You... No, how could this happen?" In an instant, Miss Bakkin fell into self-doubt. In her mind, this foolish son of hers had combat prowess capable of overwhelming most enemies—how could he suddenly end up battered beyond recognition? "Earlier, I overheard you planning to ambush the rookie training camp, trying to make a name for yourselves by trampling over Instructor Zephyr..." "So what if we did?!" Check latest chapters at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩•𝗳𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Miss Bakkin had just finished shouting when she finally noticed the marine officer uniforms worn by Michael and the others. She had been knocked unconscious by Yamato's kick earlier, and though she had woken up, her mind was still foggy... Only now was she truly regaining clarity. They were about to be arrested just like that! "Y-you—you can't arrest us!" Miss Bakkin desperately yelled at Michael. "Do you know who I am!? I'm the only woman Whitebeard ever loved in his life! And he is the fruit of our love! Do you want to face the wrath of the Whitebeard Pirates!?" "Tsk tsk, if you were talking about anyone else, I might have believed you. But that old man Whitebeard?" Michael shook his head helplessly. "Given how deeply he craves familial bonds, if you were truly the woman he loved most, and this guy was his son—he would have dragged you both to his side, even if he had to tie you up." "...Who are you? How do you know so much about Whitebeard!? Aren't you a Marine?" "I am a Marine." As Michael spoke, two pairs of pristine white Wings unfurled from his back. "But Whitebeard and I... we're old acquaintances." "Wings... You! You're that Grand Inspector of the Marines!" "So you do know of me." Michael nodded in satisfaction. "In that case, can you both go quietly to your deaths?" As he spoke, Michael reached for the Morning Star. "Wait! Don't you want to know his true identity? Don't you want to wield such a powerful weapon for yourself!? I can give you all the information I know and hand over this fool to you! Just spare my life!" Miss Bakkin's tearful desperate plea not only made Michael frown but also caused Whitebeard Jr. to widen his eyes in disbelief as he stared at his mother. Mom... called him a fool? Mom... was offering him up to save herself? Miss Bakkin's attention was entirely fixed on Michael, completely unaware that the dumbass Whitebeard Jr. was now looking at her with eyes filled with sorrow... and killing intent. "Tsk, in this world, losing one's will and conviction means losing power, and the body will gradually shrink..." Michael took a step back disdainfully, not wanting Miss Bakkin's hand to touch his boots. "I know Gloriossa. The two of you are the same age, yet she remains as beautiful and captivating as ever, still one of the rare powerhouses on the seas. But you... Not everyone in the Rocks Pirates was a monster afterall—some were just trash." With that, he waved at Yamato and Jack, releasing Whitebeard Jr. "You heard it yourself just now, what this woman claiming to be your mother intends to do to you..." Michael leaned down to whisper into the ear of the kneeling Whitebeard Jr., like a demon murmuring temptation: "So... why don't you strike first?"