"Pops!"
Finally, Marco and the others could no longer hold back their trembling cries, looking at Whitebeard with tear-streaked faces as they poured out all the grievances and longing of the past two years in a continuous stream of tears.
"Gurararara! Marco, Jozu,..." Hearing the familiar voice, Whitebeard looked up and burst into a joyful shout. Abandoning his fishing, he tossed the fishing rod aside and strode toward Marco and his other beloved sons.
Chapter 174