Comic series: Starting from Pirates to Cultivate the True Self

Whitebeard sighed softly, and with a slight smile, he looked at this ambitious young man with a sense of relief.

He felt that Ace was really good, and was impeccable in terms of age, talent, strength, and courage.

Unlike Marco and the others, who grew up under his wings, perhaps it was because he was protected too well.

The deeper their admiration for him, the less likely it is that they will surpass him, or even reach his current heights.

At least Marco would not say that he wanted to surpass the Pirate King. No matter what the reason is, if you dare not even think about it, or are unwilling to think about it, then you naturally will not strive in that direction.

"Well, I look forward to the day when you can defeat me. So, become my son, bear my name, and ride freely on the sea!"

Ace did not answer Whitebeard's question, but asked in a drunken state:

"I heard from my old man that you and Pirate King Roger are acquainted, right?

So what kind of person do you think he is?"

Whitebeard didn't care whether Ace's tone was respectful or not. Instead, he thought about it seriously before giving a comment.

"It's a good opponent!"

Then Whitebeard paused. He didn't understand why Ace was so obsessed with One Piece, so he took the initiative to ask:

“Is Roger your idol?”

"Bullshit! Who would worship that rubbish? My idol is God......"

Whitebeard tilted his head back to drink. He waited for a long time but heard nothing. He turned around and saw...

I saw Ace lying on the ground and starting to sleep.

“Kulalalalalal~~”

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A simple-minded fat man with missing teeth was eating cherry pie with big mouthfuls, but he kept looking towards Whitebeard and Ace.

"Teach, what are you looking at?"

"Hahahaha, Captain Thatch, I was thinking we're going to have another talented young man on the ship."

The man called Sachi had an orange crew cut, a white chef's uniform, and a yellow ribbon around his collar. He was the captain of the Fourth Squad.

Sachi looked at his father, smiled, patted the fat man's shoulder, and comforted him:

"Don't worry, Teach, you are an old man on the ship, and your father will not treat his son differently.

Besides, I think you are pretty good. If you work harder, you might be able to become the captain of the second team!"

"Thief, hahahahaha, I can't do that."

When Thatch heard what Teach said, he didn't say anything else and turned around to continue doing his own thing. He was the head chef of the Whitebeard Pirates, and he was the busiest person during banquets.

Tikki was eating cherry pie, but he was thinking,

Why hasn’t the fruit I’ve been waiting for appeared yet?

It’s been more than 20 years.

If I still can't find it after waiting for two years, it seems like it would be nice to just live like this for the rest of my life.

So should I compete for the position of squad leader?

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in the next few months.

Ace stayed on the ship of the Whitebeard Pirates, and attacked Whitebeard every day without getting tired of it, but he never succeeded once.

But the information of his appearance on the Moby Dick was captured by the news bird and transmitted to the newspaper.

And who is Morgans?

A conscientious journalist will not wait until the authenticity of the information is confirmed before publishing the news. You must know that news is effective.

Besides, Ace, if you didn't join the Whitebeard Pirates, how could you stay on the Moby Dick for a long time?

So we just started publishing a guide.

《Shock! The strongest pirate rookie, Fire Fist Ace, joins the Whitebeard Pirates, and the gap between the Four Emperors widens again!》

The news spread across the sea in an instant, and with the silence of the Whitebeard Pirates, the accuracy of the news was further confirmed.

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Naval Headquarters, Marinevandor.

Luo pushed open the door of the director's office and saw that there was no one behind the desk. He subconsciously searched the room.

I saw a man lying carelessly on a large leather sofa.

Luo tiptoed over and gently lifted the book covering the man's face. He squatted down, took a deep breath, and was about to yell into the man's ear.

At this time, the man who was sleeping on the sofa suddenly sat up straight, pinched Luo's mouth with one hand, looked at him unhappily and said:

"Kuina just let you go, and you're itching for trouble again?"

Luo subconsciously shrank his neck, escaped from Mo Xingchen's control, and smiled flatteringly:

"Uncle, Marshal Zhan Guo wants you to go to his office."

"Then why did Lao Deng ask me to do this?"

Luo curled his lips, shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and said nothing, indicating that he didn't know either.

"Tsk, bullshit! How can people go to work properly all day long?"

Mo Xingchen yawned, got up reluctantly, rubbed his blurry eyes, and complained softly.

After a while

Mo Xingchen arrived at the door of the Marshal's office, and without waiting for the signalman to report, he kicked the door open and walked in arrogantly.

The signalman looked at the door that had bounced back and closed, feeling extremely relieved.

It's the original recipe, and the familiar taste!

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Mo Xingchen, who had already mastered the laning skills, did not look behind the desk after entering the office, but at the sofa.

Look, Lieutenant General He was sitting there with a serious face. Mo Xingchen immediately made a judgment in his mind.

The matter is serious and we can't be naughty.

He immediately dropped his nonchalant attitude and ignored the clay statue behind the desk.

He went straight to sit next to Vice Admiral Tsuru and asked softly:

"Sister He, is there something wrong?"

"Take a look at today's newspaper first."

Lieutenant General He handed over the newspaper on the table. Mo Xingchen took it, quickly browsed through it, and then frowned slightly.

what's the situation!

Is the world correction force really so terrifying?

Why did Ace, who was well educated by me, suddenly join the Whitebeard Pirates?

At this time, Marshal Zhan Guo behind the desk also spoke:

"According to our previous plan, it seems that our plan to let Ace stir up the stagnant water in the second half of the Grand Line will not be realized.

Xingchen, if you have no other plans, I can only ask you to go to Impel Down.

Do you have the confidence to suppress that group of lawless criminals?"

Mo Xingchen stood up and said seriously:

“There’s no rush to push the city forward, we can talk about it after I come back.

I'm going to the second half of the Grand Line now to teach that bastard Ace a lesson."

I, your uncle, let you live as you please.

But what does it mean for you to go and be someone's son?

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