Chapter 185: It's because your love is not enough, Edward Newgate!!

Even though Whitebeard intentionally avoided it, the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit was not so easily contained.

The faint shockwaves struck Adrian, but it was as if they passed through an illusion, not even ruffling the hem of his clothes.

The 'Tremor' attack was something that could be completely nullified by his max-level 'Ghost Body'!

"This ghost kid's ability is really..."

Seeing Adrian completely ignore his attack, Whitebeard's mouth twitched slightly.

This was something even most Logia fruit users couldn't do.

Indeed, it was a troublesome ability!

"The Tremor-Tremor Fruit really has terrifying attack power and range~" Adrian belatedly looked up, gazing at the scene in the sky that seemed like the heavens were collapsing, giving a signature compliment of Borsalino.

The other members of the Whitebeard Pirates, who didn't have time to lament that their invincible father's attack hadn't harmed the White Ghost at all, were now completely focused on the "mom" mentioned by the White Ghost.

The eldest son, Marco, was the first to ask, "White Ghost, who exactly is this 'Miss Buckin' you mentioned?"

The third son, Jozu, followed up, "White Ghost, where is this 'Miss Buckin' now?"

The fourth son, Thatch, also curiously asked, "White Ghost, how's Miss Buckin's cooking?"

Hmm??

The Whitebeard Pirates were left speechless by Thatch's oddly inappropriate question, all looking at the fourth division commander in disbelief.

But in the next moment, they remembered that Thatch's real identity was a chef, and began to understand—

No way!

Who in their right mind would care about Miss Buckin's cooking skills at this time?!

At this moment, Marshall D. Teach walked up with a fawning smile.

He skillfully put an arm around Thatch's shoulder with one hand, while covering his mouth with the other, dragging him away.

Adrian smiled slightly and said, "Instead of asking me, why not ask your good old dad?"

The group of sons suddenly realized and all turned to their father, bombarding him with questions.

Whitebeard's forehead veins popped, his face turning an odd shade of red from either anger or embarrassment.

"Enough!"

Boom!

Whitebeard's face darkened as he slammed his naginata, Murakumogiri, heavily onto the deck of the Moby Dick, the impact creating a deep dent in the otherwise incredibly sturdy deck.

However, normally deterred by their father's authority, the sons paid no heed to his anger this time.

The barrage of questions continued to flood towards Whitebeard like a tide.

The flustered and exasperated Whitebeard wanted nothing more than to knock each of his foolish sons unconscious and bury their heads into the deck of the Moby Dick!

"White Ghost!!"

A frustrated Whitebeard glared fiercely at the "culprit."

"Whitebeard, do you need my help?"

Adrian smiled as he extended his index finger, white ghosts swirling around it.

"I guarantee to make these impolite kids shut their mouths without pain."

Whitebeard waved his hand in exasperation.

With permission granted, a swarm of white ghosts instantly burst forth from Adrian, swiftly passing through nearly all the Whitebeard Pirates on the deck.

Each person was hit by at least two ghosts.

Melancholy Ghost: Sage Moment.

Ahh~

The once noisy 'sons', now, under the influence of the emotional ghosts, suddenly became as calm as monks who had just been castrated, losing all interest in worldly desires.

Whitebeard finally sighed in relief.

"Ghost kid, I must say, your ability is quite useful at times."

Adrian accepted the compliment from the world's strongest man with ease.

The next moment, Whitebeard's expression changed as he swung Murakumogiri, the sharp blade pointing at Adrian, exuding an overwhelming aura.

"Now, tell me why you know about Miss Buckin!"

Having just caused quite a commotion, Adrian wasn't afraid of the embarrassed Whitebeard.

He casually said, "Maybe it's some kind of innate prophetic ability."

Unexpectedly, such a whimsical explanation was accepted by Whitebeard.

"Prophetic ability?" Whitebeard muttered to himself, "It seems similar to Toki's power…" {Kozuki Toki}

To be honest, there are quite a few mysterious "prophecies" in the pirate world.

Whitebeard had once heard some strange legends about the 'D clan' from Roger.

Although this man, known as the world's strongest, who made his name with his fists and Murakumogiri, didn't care about those prophecies, he didn't disrespect their existence either.

Adrian didn't know Whitebeard's inner thoughts; he was busy spouting nonsense without any guilt.

"Instead of worrying about how I know about Miss Buckin, you should think about how to deal with your sons, 'Big Daddy.'"

"Why are the members of the Whitebeard Pirates so tense about this sudden 'mom'?"

"Isn't your Moby Dick itself a 'harmonious big family'?"

"The reason for all this."

"Is because your love is not enough, Edward Newgate!" {I ruking cringe so much!!}

"These kids are worried that this mysterious 'mom' will steal the love that belongs to them from their father, so they're acting this way."

"You don't understand what love is at all..."

Hmm?

Maybe Whitebeard does understand what love is?

After all, he and Miss Buckin have such a big size difference, even…

Ahem!

"Stop talking nonsense, ghost kid!"

Whitebeard interrupted Adrian impatiently.

"Although I don't know how you learned about the Rocks Pirates or Miss Buckin, you didn't come to the Moby Dick just to say these useless things, did you?!"

"Ahem!"

Adrian cleared his throat, the feeling of taunting the world's strongest man was exhilarating.

The next moment, he became serious.

"Actually, I have a small personal request, as a reward for telling you about Miss Buckin and her child's existence."