One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 291: Shanks, the Thug!

Dark as ink.

The deck of the Red Fosse was in complete disarray.

The air smelled terrible.

The atmosphere of the banquet reached its peak.

Most of the officials who were originally able to maintain order were now staggering from drinking.

At the heart of this celebration is the ship's owner, Shanks, the Red-Haired.

He looks absolutely terrible right now.

"belch……".

Shanks staggered to his feet, his face as red as a monkey's bottom.

He was completely disheveled.

He was carrying a wooden wine cup that could double as a bucket, and half a cup of wine spilled all the way with his exaggerated steps.

He stumbled along, like a drunken crab, moving sideways toward Chen Ye.

Chen Ye sat on the wine barrel in the main seat, toying with an empty wine glass in his hand, watching coldly.

Chen Ye didn't move.

He acted like an ordinary bystander, letting the drunkard approach.

"Chen... Chen Ye!"

Shanks' tongue lolled out, and he immediately grabbed Chenye's neck.

The strong smell of alcohol hit my nostrils, mixed with the rough smell of alcohol-roasted meat and sea breeze.

Shanks leaned most of his weight on Chenye, rubbing against him like a piece of chewing gum, his stubble-faced face almost touching Chenye's cold, handsome face.

"Your move... you know, that one..."

Shanks loosened his grip on the wine glass and made random gestures in the air, trying to imitate Chen Ye's action of tearing the Demon King apart, almost causing the glass to fly away.

"That huge, dark hand! It's so damn cool! Seriously!"

Shanks' eyes widened, but his pupils were unfocused due to drunkenness, reflecting the light of a child seeing a new toy.

"Could you... teach me? Huh? I want to have big hands too! Then I can grab whichever piece of meat I want at the banquet! That fat bastard Lucky Roux definitely can't beat me! Hahahaha!"

Chen Ye's eye twitched.

He looked at the man in front of him.

absurd.

The mighty source of darkness, the divine authority of Erebus, is a power capable of devouring all things, a force that strikes fear into the hearts of the World Government.

In this drunkard's eyes, he was just a tool for stealing meat?

This line of thinking is blasphemous.

"Get out of here."

Chen Ye frowned, stretched out a finger, and pushed Shanks's large face away without any mercy.

This push didn't require much force.

But for Shanks, who was already blacked out from drinking, it was a fatal blow.

"Huh? Huh? Huh?"

Shanks leaned back, his tattered straw sandals landing squarely on a puddle of wine.

slid --

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boom!

A muffled thud.

One of the Four Emperors landed face-first on the deck, sliding a distance before performing a perfect prostration.

There was a moment of deathly silence on the deck.

next second.

A burst of boisterous laughter erupted, enough to lift the roof off.

"Hahahaha!"

"The captain slipped and fell again!"

"Is this the third time tonight?"

"Quickly! Someone get a pen! Draw a turtle on his face!"

None of the crew members went up to help; they were all laughing so hard they were doubled over, some even slapping their thighs and laughing until tears streamed down their faces.

This is the Red-Haired Pirates.

There was no strict hierarchy, no reverence for the captain, only this bunch of bastards mocking each other without any scruples.

Shanks lay on the ground and groaned twice before suddenly sitting up.

Instead of getting angry, he grabbed a half-bucket of wine from someone nearby and poured it over his head in a bold manner.

Whoosh!

The liquor dripped down his red hair, smearing his face and making him look even more disheveled and wilder.

"What are you laughing at, you bastards!"

Shanks wiped the wine off his face, and like a street ruffian, stepped onto a barrel of wine and yelled at the crew members around him who were mocking him.

"Let's go again! That last round doesn't count! Whoever loses has to take off their pants and run ten laps around the deck! Dare to do it? Huh? Dare to do it!"

"Bring it on! Who's afraid of who!"

"Captain, you're doomed! We're going to see what color your underwear is tonight!"

A group of pirates immediately surrounded them and started playing a pointless rock-paper-scissors game with their captain.

At this moment, Shanks had lost all trace of the majesty of a Yonko.

Conqueror's Haki, the strongest swordsmanship, and the Face Fruit—none of these exist.

The guy in front of me is just a drunken scoundrel who causes a ruckus at the village entrance. He's even more slovenly and tasteless than the lowest-ranking bandits in the East China Sea.

Chen Ye looked at the red-haired man in front of him who had no regard for his image and was even picking his toes while playing drinking games, and his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He turned his head and looked at the man in the shadowy corner.

Ben Beckman.

The first mate, who is known as "the world's smartest man," is quietly smoking a cigarette.

He didn't notice that a long layer of cigarette ash had accumulated.

Even someone as composed as him couldn't help but tremble as he watched his captain's disgraceful behavior, his hand holding the cigarette shaking.

"Ben Beckman."

Chen Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the noise and reached Beckman's ears.

He pointed to Shanks in the center of the crowd, who was drunk and had already lost a shoe.

"This guy... does he always do this when he drinks?"

Beckman took a deep drag of his cigarette, trying to numb his collapsing nerves with nicotine.

He slowly exhaled smoke, covering his face with one hand, not wanting Chen Ye to see the expression on his face at that moment.

"what……"

Beckman's voice was filled with helplessness.

"Don't be offended... Chen Ye."

Shanks, that guy, he's like this when he's drunk... You get used to it, you get used to it.

As the ship's first mate, the "nanny" of this idiot captain, heaven knows how he's managed all these years.

Behind the barrels not far away, stood Loxda, a newcomer who had recently joined the team.

He stared in shock at the red-haired man who was fighting with a monkey for a banana, his face filled with astonishment.

"Is...is this really the man with the 4 billion bounty?"

Loxda muttered to herself, her voice trembling with tears.

"Is this really the man who fought the Whitebeard with his sword? Why does he... why does he look like a homeless person? Did I get on the wrong ship? Is it too late to leave the group?"

Just then, the battle situation on the other side seemed to change.

Shanks seemed to be desperate after losing, or perhaps he was looking for something new to do.

He suddenly pushed through the crowd and staggered as he charged toward Chen Ye again.

This time, his eyes held a strange fervor.

"Tatsuha! Brother!"

Shanks rushed up to Chenye and grabbed his hand without saying a word, muttering something under his breath.

"I find you pleasing to the eye! Really! Absolutely pleasing!"

"Let's become sworn brothers! Just like... just like me and Buggy... no, just like Luffy and those three brats! After drinking this, we'll be brothers even if we're not from the same father!"

Shanks shoved the glass, smeared with saliva and wine stains, into Chenye's hand, while his other hand haphazardly gestured in the air to indicate the size of the hat.

"Luffy... that brat... hat... do you want a hat too? I have another one... no, this is the only one I have..."

"Hiccup... If you're my brother, I'll... I'll give you Beckman! He's smart, good at accounting, and can fix guns..."

In the corner, Beckman's forehead vein throbbed.

The cigarette in his hand was crushed into powder.

If it weren't for saving face for the captain, his gun butt would have smashed Shanks on the back of the head.

Chen Ye's patience finally reached its limit when he looked at the drunkard in front of him, who was reeking of alcohol and wanted to give away the first mate as a gift.

He wanted to experience the everyday life of ordinary people, but that didn't mean he wanted to be sworn brothers with a drunkard covered in vomit.

Especially since this guy even tried to smear his saliva on his trench coat, which was made of pure dark elements.

"Enough is enough, redhead."

Chen Ye said coldly.

next second.

boom!

Chenye raised his right leg and delivered a clean and decisive kick to Shanks' stomach.

It was a very ordinary kick, without using the speed of light or any kind of overwhelming power.

"Awooo—"

Shanks let out a strange cry and flew backward like a ball.

He traced an ungraceful parabola through the air and landed precisely in a pile of empty wine barrels in the corner of the deck.

Splash!

A dozen or so empty wooden barrels collapsed instantly, burying Shanks completely inside, with only his feet, clad in tattered straw sandals, sticking out and twitching a couple of times.

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

All the pirates stopped what they were doing and looked at the pile of barrels.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

From the pile of wine barrels came deafening snoring.

"Huff...huff...meat...don't run away..."

Shanks, holding the barrel, fell asleep instantly in an extremely contorted position.

A string of glistening drool even dripped from the corner of his mouth, running down the grain of the wooden barrel and onto the deck.

"..."

The entire room fell silent.

Then, Beckman sighed deeply, stood up, and waved to those around him.

"Alright, that's enough. The captain's dead, the banquet is over."

The pirates shrugged as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. Some started cleaning up the mess, while others dragged their drunken companions into the cabin. Two kind-hearted men went over and dug Shanks out of the pile of barrels, dragging him away like a dead pig.

Chen Ye remained seated on the wine barrel, the wine in his hand still unfinished.

He watched Shanks being dragged away, and the pirates supporting each other, cursing and laughing.

Chen Ye shook his head, a very faint smile curving his lips.

Unsuspecting trust.

Unbridled indulgence.

A person who walks on the edge of life and death, yet can instantly return to a state of mind that is open-minded and adaptable.

Are these the freest people on this vast ocean?

"That's interesting."

Chen Ye downed the last sip of strong liquor in his glass.

He stood up, his black trench coat fluttering in the night wind.

Now that the banquet is over, it's time to get down to business.

But before that, let this comical Yonko get a good night's sleep.

Late at night.

The Red Fowles rocked gently in the cradle of the waves, carrying a ship full of drunkards and a god capable of turning the world upside down.