My Eyes Learned It

Mo Xingchen led a group of soldiers straight onto Island 1 without any delay. He had expected it to be filthy, chaotic, and miserable, but to his surprise, this so-called lawless place was actually quite orderly.

It was not until he saw an ordinary restaurant waiter with a blade at his waist and a body like a real-life bodybuilding champion that he finally understood. It seemed that anyone who could open a business here was anything but ordinary.

Perhaps ordinary civilians would not come here, but powerful gangs and capable individuals would never give up such enormous profits. After all, pirate money was easy to earn.

It seemed the local gangs had jointly established some underground rules that were not overly harsh, and the pirates had tacitly accepted them.

Thus, both sides maintained a basic level of restraint. Pirates needed supplies during their voyages as well, and provoking public outrage would only bring trouble. If the time came when they had money but could not buy supplies, they would be utterly helpless. Besides, there was a Marine branch on the island.

As they walked along, Mo Xingchen ignored the vicious-looking pirates with scarred faces and meat-packed jaws. Those pirates also noticed the group of Marines, but they did not take the initiative to provoke them. They merely watched coldly as both sides found each other equally unpleasant.

After passing through two islands in a row, Mo Xingchen had not made a move. Then several people emerged from a weapons shop on Island 3. Lieutenant William's eyes lit up as he stepped up beside Mo Xingchen.

"Captain Mo, that man is the captain of the Tyrannant Pirates, Butcher Shakun. His bounty is seventeen million, along with those men under him."

Before he had even finished speaking, Mo Xingchen was already beside those pirates. One punch or one kick per person was enough to strip them of all resistance. Within a few seconds, every one of them had fallen unconscious, while Mo Xingchen continued walking without even looking back.

"Cuff anyone who isn't dead! William, I don't need to know the names of this trash. Just tell me their bounties!"

What followed was a sweep through the islands.

"Twenty-seven million."

"Cuff him!"

"Eleven million."

"Cuff him!"

"Seventy-eight million."

"Cuff him!"

By the time they reached Island 19, a group of men in black suits had blocked Mo Xingchen's path.

Mo Xingchen stood where he was with a broad, imposing stance, saying nothing. A middle-aged man leading the other side stepped forward.

"Officer, I am—"

"What is it?"

Mo Xingchen cut him off immediately. Judging from his tone, he was not from CP, which meant he was part of the underworld. Mo Xingchen did not necessarily indulge CP, much less some gangsters.

"I know your base commander, Will—"

"He has no authority over me!"

Mo Xingchen interrupted again. Where did this idiot come from? Although it was an open secret that local gangs paid protection money to Marine bases, was he seriously going to say that out loud? If he finished saying it, would that not mean Mo Xingchen had completely offended whoever stood behind him?

"Then how should we account for the losses your actions have caused us?"

Since Mo Xingchen had swept through so many islands in succession, the pirates had begun to panic. Thinking of fleeing to sea as soon as possible, they were bound to cause looting, smashing, and robbery. Of course, they had also seen that Mo Xingchen was a low-ranking and unfamiliar officer. If this had been Garp, would these gangs have dared to show their faces?

"Heh, account for it? Then have whoever stands behind you go to Marine Headquarters and ask Fleet Admiral Kong for the money."

Mo Xingchen tilted his head and sneered.

Hearing that, the other side fell silent and stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

"Anything else? If not, stop blocking the road. Move aside!"

After saying that, Mo Xingchen raised his foot and continued forward. The soldiers held their heads high as they escorted the captured pirates after him. When they approached, the gangsters silently parted to both sides and opened a path.

The small-time pirates here were anxious and unsettled. Some fled, while others hid, but there were always those too stubborn to back down. Several Great Pirates with bounties exceeding a hundred million gathered to discuss matters. They believed the Marines had not deployed any high-ranking officers this time. Mo Xingchen, their leader, was certainly strong, seeing as he had already captured so many pirates, including some worth over a hundred million.

But those had all been defeated one at a time. If so many of them joined forces, they could wipe out this Marine unit. Their bounties would soar afterward, and even more people would come flocking to their names.

Meanwhile, Mo Xingchen was still wondering why there were no pirates on the islands farther ahead, aside from a scattered few. Had they all run away?

Surely not. Were pirates these days really that cowardly? He was not some famous figure. It was not until they reached Island 29 that he found out.

"Men! Kill these arrogant Marines!"

"Men! Kill them! Your boss will reward you handsomely!"

"..."

"Roar!"

Mo Xingchen laughed. So this was where everyone had gone. They had gathered together because they wanted a head-on battle.

"Captain Mo, one hundred and twenty million... one hundred and eighty—"

"Hehe, William, there's no need to report their bounties. Since they dared attack Marines, they had earned their deaths."

Mo Xingchen cut off William's bounty report. He took two standard-issue sabers from the hands of two soldiers, then pulled an unopened bottle of rum from one of the captured pirates.

Tilting his head toward Dragon and raising an eyebrow, he said, "Watch closely. I'll teach you something cool today!"

Mo Xingchen took a huge gulp of rum and sprayed it over the blades.

Then he smashed the two sabers together and pulled them apart in a cross. With a sharp clang, both blades burst into flames.

As graceful as Jinghong, he charged into the crowd. Every spin and leap took another pirate's life.

Like a butterfly weaving through flowers.

Like a sprite dancing, he moved through flame and blood. Though it was a cruel and bloody battlefield, Dragon, the soldiers, and even the captured pirates watched in a trance.

They had never imagined, nor had they ever seen, that killing enemies could be so elegant, so pleasing to the eye.

Only after Mo Xingchen passed through every pirate and appeared at the end of the street, his back facing the crowd, did they see him shake both arms and extinguish the flames before sheathing his sabers. As the twin blades dropped to the ground and pierced the pavement with a ding, everyone finally came back to their senses.

"Looks like I overdid it. Let's head back. This time, there's no one left to cuff."

Mo Xingchen turned around and walked back toward them. Only then did everyone realize that across the entire battlefield, more than a hundred pirates had fallen. Regardless of their bounties, not one of them even let out a groan. Dragon's sharp eyes noticed that every fatal wound had been caused by a slit throat.

As they watched the approaching figure, the soldiers' eyes became feverish. The captured pirates, however, went pale, their legs beginning to tremble. They feared this guy would casually cut them down as well. One by one, they lowered their heads and stayed as quiet as quails.

Mo Xingchen threw an arm around Dragon's shoulders and smugly asked:

"Well? Was your bro cool or not?"

"Cool!"

"Did you learn it?"

"My eyes learned it, but my hands and feet didn't!"