"The old man had his arm cut off, died in the new world, and did not accept his fate"

"Now you say that because of the intervention and rights protection of the world government, you think that this old man will lose."

"Even if you lose!"

"The old man also has to truly lose in a dignified manner!!"

"Old man, don't accept fate!!"

341 years, never an undefeated hero [2 more for full order]

Yes.

He didn't want to accept his fate.

Because he has never confessed his life in his life.

Garp and Sengoku both stared at Zefa who was laughing wildly in front of him, and suddenly felt that the figure of this stubborn old **** seemed to be a lot taller.

They didn't understand that Zefa was really old.

He may be younger than both Garp and Sengoku, but because of the injuries accumulated over the years, Zepha's physical function has been much weaker than Garp and Sengoku many years ago.

The Warring States period thought that he had dedicated his whole life to the navy, and the war was the moment when he finally took the center stage of history.

Isn't it obvious that a better young generation of navy has grown up.

But this old comrade in arms who refuses to accept his old age and his fate in front of him has broken his three views vividly.

Aren't you tired, old bastard? Why do you insist on it? The prison fell into a strange and bottomless silence for a while.

"Finally let me ask you a question, Zefa"

Warring States tried to suppress some kind of restless emotions in his heart, and asked with a solemn expression.

Zefa coughed heavily, coughing up blood from his mouth.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood on the corner of his mouth and nodded with a smile.

The Warring States then asked the question he wanted to ask a long, long time ago.

"Why are you still holding on?"

He fixed his eyes on Zefa's wrinkled face and the look in his eyes.

Years have etched vicissitudes on his face.

The pain left no trace in his eyes.

Zefa was silent for a while, and then laughed softly.

His expression was very natural, without the slightest pain or hesitation.

"Because I know the purpose of my life."

He smiled.

"That's why."

"for what"

"What the **** is it for?"

Zefa tilted his head, acting like an ignorant young man, asking and answering to himself.

"Because someone is waiting for me,"

"In this sea, there are still many young people who are suffering from sin."

"Their minds are stained by this twisted age,"

"Many people even subconsciously believe that evil is great and justice is stupid."

"Being a pirate is a very beautiful thing, and the increase in the bounty can make them feel complacent."

Zefa gritted his teeth, "but what they don't know is,"

"Every time they raise a bounty, they trample on human life and dignity."

"Because of the existence of pirates, in every part of the world, people are destroyed and their wives are separated at every moment."

Hearing this, Garp pursed his lips tightly and lowered his head.

The family is broken and the wife and son are separated. Isn't this a portrayal of Zefa "So I want to work hard."

Zefa laughed again.

"Liu Feng, that stinky boy, once described a very beautiful and beautiful world to me."

"I want to work hard and try, whether such a world can really exist on this filthy sea.

"

"I want to protect everyone who loses their life and dignity because of sin."

"I want everyone to live safely and happily."

"I don't need to be written into the hymn of history, that kind of stuff doesn't make any sense."

"Even if I kill blood, even if I fall, I want to try anyway."

"I don't want to lose."

"They don't know what I've done, they don't know what I've paid, and they'll never know."

"—They are protected by me."

"But what's the point of that?"

"But I still have to do these things,"

"Because it can make their lives better."

Zefa said, his eyes became more and more determined.

"It really doesn't matter to me whether I live or die."

"As long as they live well, I can rest my eyes in death."

"Because I did everything I could for them."

"You ask me why I keep going"

He looked at the Warring States and smiled.

"That's why, very simple."

At the moment when the voice fell, Zefa's old eyes were shining brightly.

The whole person in the Warring States period was shocked, unable to utter a word.

"It's almost time."

Zefa suddenly shook his head and slowly stood up from the icy ground.

He glanced at Victory and Garp again and gave them a big hug.

"Thank you for walking along the way, my comrades in arms."

After speaking, Zefa gently pushed open the iron gate of the prison, and under the eyes of the naval guards, he walked slowly into the distance.

The morning sun slowly penetrated through the window of the wall, illuminating the darkness and corruption in this prison.

Its daybreak.

The time for a public trial has come.

Garp and Sengoku both stared blankly at the back that walked towards the execution platform.

The faint sunlight slowly shone on his body, as if there was an endless brilliance rising.

The two large black characters on the back seemed to rise into the air at any time.

"justice!!"

Dazzling, eye-catching.

His steps became more and more certain.

Very young!! Garp and Sengoku were both stunned.

They blinked subconsciously, as if they were hallucinating.

But an absurd but credible idea appeared in their minds at the same time.

That man is still the same as when he first joined the army.

Young, hardworking and full of hope.

Yes, no one can be young forever, but some people never grow old.

Time is never forgiving, but he has never bypassed the years.

Because, years, never defeat a hero.

Zefa's story has been written for the most part and is about to come to an end. I know that there may not be enough details in many places, but I hope someone likes it. Youth can have regrets, but the brave are never afraid.

342 Karp: We all lost ground. [3 more for full order]

In the cold prison, the sunlight slowly peeking in from the window seemed to dispel the coldness and darkness here.

Dust flutters freely in the light.

Garp and Sengoku were sitting on the floor one by one, one leaning against the wall, silent.

Their faces were extremely complicated, and their eyes were slightly red.

"He's so **** handsome"

At a certain moment, Karp suddenly cursed and smiled.

He didn't realize that his voice was extremely hoarse.

"We two old men have been completely compared to each other."

The Warring States period is bitter.

He lowered his head, his gray hair looked particularly vicissitudes in the looming light.

Karp nodded.

Yes, the so-called titles and honors of such a series of naval heroes, legendary sailors, and marshals cannot be compared with the man with shackles on his hands and feet.

The three of them are the most outstanding elites of the Navy's generation, seniors, heroes, admired and respected veterans in the eyes of countless people.

The three of them have been secretly wrestling all their lives, competing with each other and taking care of each other.

But now, looking at the staggering figure that gradually disappeared in the prison corridor, Garp and Sengoku knew that they lost.

A crushing defeat is irrefutable.

That man is obviously no longer a member of the navy. He has been included in the list of wanted criminals by both the navy headquarters and the world government, and he is a criminal who is about to be publicly tried in front of the whole world.

But the justice on his shoulders is more magnificent and vast than anyone else.

It's ironic, isn't it "Sengoku, you say"

Garp, who was sitting on the floor, leaned his back against the wall behind him, raised his head slightly, and stared at the faint oil lamp swaying on the ceiling in a trance.

"If I had the courage of Zepha, wouldn't Ace not die?"

The moment he uttered these words, Garp seemed to have aged ten years.

His pupils slumped to the ground.

His teeth clenched, and the pair of iron fists that shook mountains and seas trembled slightly.

Sengoku was stunned, and Garp's question made him not know how to answer it at all.

Seeing the grandson that I raised and raised die in front of my eyes, that kind of grief, must be very sad, Karp "I don't know."