The Golden Lion also looked at Roger, who was laughing with a frown on his face.
This idiot, he really doesn't think that he can make Ace acknowledge him as his father just like this! ! ?
Ace was not that idiot as the Straw Hat Boy!
"So what!?"
"Even if you have the sa devil fruit power as , it doesn't prove anything!"
When Ace saw Roger's smug laughter, he roared in anger.
Even his eyes began to seep with scarlet blood, and he clenched his teeth tightly.
"You abandoned my mother just like that!!"
"You are not a qualified father at all for just throwing to Grandpa Garp!"
The mont the words fell,
The smile on Roger's lips suddenly froze.
His face suddenly turned extrely pale.
He seed to have endured so invisible impact, and he staggered back two steps.
The flas are extinguished.
A whistling wind blew away the thick smoke on the ground.
Everyone fell into silence involuntarily, looking at the absent-minded Roger quietly.
The Golden Lion sighed silently in his heart.
Ace gritted his teeth and couldn't bear to watch.
Roger stood there silently, his figure motionless in the wind, like a sculpture.
Ace's mother, Portgas D. Luju, was his wife.
Due to various complicated reasons, Roger had no choice but to abandon his beloved wife and surrender to the Navy.
The reasons behind this may be full of various complexities and unspeakable secrets.
But Ace was right.
He was indeed a bastard who abandoned his wife and children.
"You're right, Ace."
Roger suddenly raised his head slowly.
A bitter smile full of apology and guilt appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I abandoned Rouge and failed to take up the responsibility of raising you."
"I am sorry for you and Rouge."
"Terribly sorry."
After that he turned around, and his figure turned into a ball of fire and disappeared into the distance.
"Hey Roger, where are you going!?"
Just as Golden Lion was about to take a step forward to catch up, he was stopped by Liu Feng.
"Forget it... let him calm down alone."
Liu Feng shook his head slightly.
The Golden Lion paused and could only nod helplessly.
Roger always seed carefree and indifferent, but in reality, he was more sensitive than anyone when it ca to certain things.
Ace's words, though true, struck deep, piercing his soul. No matter how he acted on the surface, the weight of guilt and regret had undoubtedly followed him through the years—a burden he carried for both his son and the woman he had left behind.
Ace stared blankly at Roger's receding figure. For so reason, a sense of bitterness inexplicably welled up in his heart.
'Are you regretting it?'
He shook his head hard. He swore that he would never forgive that man.
But if that's true,
Then why does his heart ache?
On the edge of the cliff, as the others worked to clear the wreckage of the ruined island, Liu Feng and Whitebeard stood side by side, watching the figures moving below.
The cool sea breeze blew past them, making their white cloaks flutter in the wind.
"Roger that, guy."
Whitebeard thought for a long ti and finally couldn't help but speak.
But Liu Feng just waved his hand to interrupt him.
"Roger is not a fragile person."
"Give him so ti, and give Ace so ti too."
"In my hotown, there is a saying that there is no overnight hatred between father and son."
"Most importantly, Roger didn't intend to abandon them back then."
"You should understand this best."
Whitebeard paused for a mont before nodding slowly.
He knew bits and pieces of Roger's past.
It was easy to call Roger an irresponsible scumbag, but there was no denying that, for a man who was terminally ill at the ti, that might have been the best outco he could have chosen.
Liu Feng smiled as he gazed down at the battlefield, now scarred and broken from the fierce clash. Amidst the ruins of collapsed houses, the mbers of the Whitebeard Pirates and the NEO New Navy worked tirelessly, rescuing the injured civilians.
"It is hard to imagine that such a poor little place is the hotown of you, the 'strongest man in the world.'."
He said softly.
Whitebeard smiled disapprovingly and said:
"What else?"
"Should my hotown be as magnificent and beautiful as the Golden Emperor's Golden City?"
"Can the fine wine poured into the stinking ditch dye the sea red?"
Liu Feng smiled and said:
"That's not the case. To be honest, I'm not used to the nouveau riche style of the Golden Emperor."
"But this place doesn't quite match your reputation on this sea."
Whitebeard was silent.
"Liu Feng, not everyone in this ocean has such superior conditions as you."
"Many people are still living in dire straits."
"Over the past few years, I have had no intention of competing for supremacy. I just try my best to do what I can."
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