Chapter 277: A Cure
Alexander walked up to Ace and knocked on his head, "Boy, no matter how much you run, you can't get away from my fist of love. Now go and write a letter to your mother. I'll give it to her."
He then looked around at everyone's tense faces, "Hahaha, what's the problem, everyone? I didn't come here to fight. I was just having a friendly spar with Mihawk after destroying the Germa Kingdom."
Everyone's eyes popped out and jaws fell on his normalization of such big events.
"Gurararara... who won?" Whitebeard asked from his big throne. Alexander was 13 feet tall and Whitebeard was 20 ft. So Alexander also increased his size and became 20.1 feet tall as he didn't feel good being shorter than him. But Alexander also noticed various patches and medical equipment connected to his body.
"Of course I won. Mihawk also joined my Golden Justice Army now." He blurted.
"Truly, the strongest man alive. Roger told me about you, that you are not like other Marines. Now look, so many Celestial Dragons are dead and you are personally leading the world's strongest anti-government force." Whitebeard praised.
Alexander also conjured himself a nice chair and sat down. "Boy, you are too young to praise me. I remember you, Roger and Garp being newbies when I was already a veteran. Now, let's grab a drink."
Whitebeard was always a sucker for good wine.
He took out the huge barrel of Firewhiskey. Whitebeard smelled it and exclaimed, "Haha, this is the highest quality stuff I have ever smelled. What is this called?"