One Piece's Beginning: One Hundred Billions Skill Points

Vince Mock Jiu met with the people of the family, and Ron naturally went up to say a few words. Vince Murkle had not been to her family since she had stayed with him.

Originally, it stands to reason that I should go. But Ron was very busy during this time, and he felt that at this time, it didn't matter whether he went or not, after all, they came to the door by themselves, and they didn't have to return such a big gift. After all, they still have something to ask for their own.

Even now, when Ron decided to help them retake the North Sea, he didn't contact anyone from the Vince Mock family. He felt that his own efforts were enough, and that it was not important for others to help them superfluously. Since others trust him, he will certainly live up to their expectations.

Vince Mock Jiu must have informed her family, so she rushed to help.

The people who came were still Vince Mock Iji, the eldest son of the Vince Mock family, and Lei Jiu's younger brother Niji, Yuji didn't come, and I heard that it seemed to be injured.

Because they didn't have much affection, they definitely wouldn't miss each other, but out of affection, they still called each other cold and warmed up for a while. They both smiled when they learned that Vince Mockcree was doing well with Ron. I know that I was looking for the right helper. I trust Ron completely.

"Lord Ron, we're sorry for you this time. Vince Mock Ichie saw Ron, who had just come aboard, and stepped forward to greet him.

"Nothing. Isn't that what I'm supposed to do. Miss Lei Jiu is gentle and caring, she is my right-hand man, how could I not like it. ＂

"Hahaha, that's fine, that's good, we don't cause trouble to Lord Ron. Now I have to trouble you to fight in person, and when we win this battle, let's go back to our house and have a drink. ＂

Ron was really happy to hear Vince Mock Ichi speak, he rarely said such things.

"No problem, don't get drunk and don't go home. ＂

After a long chat, Ron felt that Brooke should be there soon if he came to help, so he went back to his ship and told them something he knew and tactics, just in case.

The Vince Mock family is good at technology, because Brooke has things to restrain electricity, so there are many things that they can't use, otherwise they won't be beaten by just one Brook.

Ron brought all his gizmos, and the capsule that restrained the ability of the Door Fruit was also in one of his side pockets. With all the stuff around him, Ron would feel safe.

Many ships were parked in the waters of the North Sea. Ron sat on the deck, leisurely eating peanuts and drinking wine, humming a few lyrics from time to time.

No one could understand the lyrics, because they were all pop hits that Ron had heard before, and Ron hadn't heard them in a long time, and many of the familiar tunes or lyrics had been forgotten and blurred.

However, this did not affect Ron's play, he sang with and without a match, filled in the words and sentences by himself, and had a lot of fun.

Someone came to report that Brooke's flotilla had appeared. Ron put down the peanuts and wine glass, took the binoculars and looked at them, and sure enough, a fleet of boats appeared in the camera, quite a few of them, slowly heading towards this direction.

Ron immediately ordered the men to enter a state of first-level alert, ready to go to war at any time. Since Brooke has left the ship to patrol here, then he must not have gone far, procrastinating for so long, I don't know what he is doing, what bad water is in his stomach.

Ron couldn't wait, he just wanted to go back and have a good meal and sleep after it was over, he couldn't even open his eyes!

Brooke's fleet was getting closer and closer, but there was no sign of opening fire. Ron didn't preemptively either, wanting to see what he wanted to do.

There was a man standing on the deck, and Vince Mock told Ron that it was Brooke.

Ron squinted at his eyes that were a little short-sighted and sleepy, and felt that Brooke was really ugly, and his current aesthetic was that of a middle-aged greasy uncle, with Mediterranean hair and a fat and greasy body. Round face, small eyes, big belly, small short legs. Ron visually measured him at 1.6 meters, and later thought he might have said he was tall.

The other party obviously didn't have any aggressive intentions, and the flag was not raised, but it was obviously calmly driving towards them.

"Aren't you afraid that we'll take the initiative to attack?" Ron wondered.

But Ron didn't give the order, and neither his side nor the Vincemock family fired rashly.

Ron understood that Brooke was either trying to curry favor with him and find a way to get himself on his side. Either they are looking for some kind of delaying tactics and coming up with bad ideas.

Ron wasn't a man of any patience. What's more, he wanted to hit Brooke when he looked so unflattering.