Comic series: Starting from Pirates to Cultivate the True Self

After Mo Xingchen gave Luo his instructions, he did not wait for the result at the headquarters, but went directly to the U-shaped harbor of Marinford and jumped on the head of Lab who was playing with his brothers.

The man and the whale headed towards the elevator platform near the Sabaody Archipelago.

He believed in Law's ability to do things. Even if there were no Shichibukai in the second half of the Grand Line, Law would notify the nearest person to come and pick him up.

So he was not worried at all about whether Luo could complete the task he assigned. Mo Xingchen still had confidence in this.

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Luo had no grudge against Mo Xingchen for not taking him with him this time. He knew what his uncle was doing this time, and he might even fight with Whitebeard.

If that were the case, if I went there I would only become a burden to Mo Xingchen and would not be of any help at all.

Luo made several phone calls in succession, and even declined Hancock's plan to go to the Red Earth Continent to find his uncle on the grounds that the distance was too far.

He had finally dealt with the Kuina matter, and he didn't want to wait for Mo Xingchen to come back from the second half of the Grand Line and then be beaten again for a few months.

Even if you want to be tough, there has to be a cooldown time for the skill, otherwise it will become a death wish.

After making six consecutive phone calls with unsatisfactory results, he was considering just asking the nearest Hancock to go if the last one didn't work.

God helps those who work hard. Finally, in the last phone call, the candidate was finalized. Moreover, this Shichibukai happened to be in the second half of the Grand Line and was about to return to the "cemetery".

This perfectly meets all of Uncle Mo's requirements, except...

Forget it, I think Uncle Mo won’t mind!

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After arriving at the elevator platform of the Red Earth Continent, Mo Xingchen told Labu that he didn't need to wait for him and could go and play by himself, and could go back to the headquarters directly when he was tired.

Then Mo Xingchen landed directly on the merchant ship that was ranked first and took a ride. He passed through the conveyor belt with the merchant ship and crossed the Red Earth Continent.

Arriving at the elevator at the second half of the Grand Line, I carefully searched for the Shichibukai's ships among the queued merchant ships.

But after searching for a long time, I didn't see any familiar ship, and I became confused. Could it be that none of the Seven Warlords of the Sea were here?

So Mo Xingchen took out a Den Den Mushi from his pocket and called Luo.

"Bulu Bulu ~ Bulu Bulu~"

"This is the Navy Shichibukai Office. I'm Lieutenant Commander Law. Please go ahead."

"Where is the person you assigned to me?"

"Ah? He should have arrived earlier! When I called him, he was already..."

At this moment, a deep and familiar voice interrupted Luo's words.

"Lord Tianshu."

Upon hearing that, Mo Xingchen tilted his head and looked over. It was one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Jurakol Mihawk, who was wearing a very cool top hat, a dark red windbreaker, and had his chest exposed.

Turning his rusty neck, Mo Xingchen looked at the Den Den Mushi in his hand and asked uncertainly:

"Luo, don't tell me the person you contacted..."

Before Mo Xingchen could finish, Luo's voice came from the Den Den Mushi.

"Yes uncle, it just so happens that Hawkeye is the only one in the second half of the Grand Line. Hancock wanted to come pick you up, but I found an excuse to refuse!"

“Click.”

Mo Xingchen was so angry at the moment that he didn't want to talk to Luo anymore and just hung up the Den Den Mushi. It was because Luo was not around, otherwise he would have been beaten. Could he really want to say thank you to him himself?

But what can I do? Hawkeye is here, so I have to give him some face.

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Mo Xingchen pulled the corners of his mouth with a fake smile and greeted awkwardly:

"Old Mi, long time no see."

"It's been a while since I last saw you, sir. Shall we go aboard and chat?"

Mihawk answered coolly, then pointed to a luxurious ship docked on the shore and extended an invitation to Mo Xingchen.

Following Mihawk's finger, Mo Xingchen smiled brightly, nodded with satisfaction, patted Mihawk's shoulder with satisfaction, and said with a smile:

"This boat looks good! Lao Mi, it's different when you have money. You know how to enjoy life!"

"My Lord, I think you are mistaken. My ship is behind it."

Mo Xingchen's heart trembled when he heard this, but he still boarded the luxurious sailboat with Mihawk and walked on the deck.

People passing by bowed to them respectfully and just said hello, but did not come forward to talk to them too much. After all, these two people were not unknown people.

When I walked to the stern railing and looked down, I saw a small coffin-shaped boat floating alone behind the ship.

The most outrageous thing was that there were two candles burning on the left and right sides of the boat, emitting faint green light.

Mihawk jumped down first, landed steadily on his coffin ship, and made an inviting gesture to Mo Xingchen.

At this moment, Mo Xingchen really wanted to go back to the Navy Headquarters, hang Luo up and give him a good beating.

He looked back with longing at the magnificent and luxurious sailboat.

Goodbye, outdoor swimming pool!

Goodbye, fine dining restaurants!

Goodbye, comfortable Simmons cushioned bed!

Then he gritted his teeth, jumped up, and jumped onto Mihawk's coffin box.

Because of Mo Xingchen's fall, the small boat, which was not big to begin with, made a creaking sound.

Seeing this, Mo Xingchen said with some concern:

"Old Mi, your little boat won't fall apart, will it?"

"Don't worry, sir. This ship has been with me through more than ten years of storms and has never had any problems!"

Although Mihawk still maintains his expressionless and cold personality, one can still hear from his tone that he is full of confidence in his little boat.

"Why am I even more worried after listening to your explanation?"

Mo Xingchen couldn't help but muttered quietly,

Good boy! More than ten years!

Judging from your attitude, you are reluctant to replace this boat until it falls apart? Do you really plan to use it for the rest of your life?

No! I'll ask William to draft a document. In order to maintain the dignity of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, the specifications of their vehicles must be unified!

This kind of small one-person boat is immoral and must be stopped!

Mihawk heard his leader's quiet complaints, and the ship fell into an awkward silence.

Then Mo Xingchen and Mihawk both set their eyes on the only seat on the boat, a chair that looked like a throne.

Obviously, if one of them sits on it, the other can only sit on the small deck without any image, or can only stand like a servant.

So Mihawk asked Mo Xingchen tentatively in a low voice:

"Sir, how about... together?"

"roll!"

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