Alright, Alright, Alright!

"This has already been going on for three days, when will it end~"

Mo Xingchen yawned, watching the fight between Kong and Redfield, and sighed lazily. Even a play, if you watch it for three consecutive days, you'll get tired of it, let alone the protagonists being these two back and forth.

To be honest, even when Mo Xingchen read novels before, if a fight scene took up 6 or 7 chapters, readers with a short temper would inevitably send razor blades to the author for padding the word count!

The fight between the top powerhouses in this pirate world is actually so boring. The first day was fine, the momentum of various clashes was still quite shocking.

But there's something called aesthetic fatigue. It's the same few moves back and forth, constantly clashing, and the power is getting smaller and smaller. By now, neither of them can even use Haki. Mo Xingchen wanted to go up and break up the fight! Stop fighting! You won't kill anyone like this!

There weren't many bloodstains on either of them. Neither had Devil Fruit abilities. They fought from the sky to the ground, from the ground back to the sea, and back and forth several times. The bloodstains were long washed away by the seawater. Mo Xingchen didn't know if their wounds hurt when touched by seawater.

You could see two old men, fist against fist, leg against leg. Occasionally, Redfield would find an opening to slash at Kong, and Kong would tighten his muscles, not even bleeding.

Perhaps sensing the audience's fatigue, the battle between the two old artists also entered its final stage. Kong was panting like a bellows, and Count Red was holding his sword with a hand shaking as if he had Parkinson's.

"Haa~~"

Mo Xingchen let out a long yawn, looking at the three people who were drinking and barbecuing last night and were now sprawled on the ground sleeping soundly. He remembered them saying before they slept that young people have good bodies and are suitable for staying up late, so they handed the task of keeping watch to him. His fists instantly clenched! If he could actually beat these three bastards, he would definitely let them know what it means for the post-00s generation to take charge of the workplace!

Kong suddenly fell to the ground, unconscious. Redfield, although still standing, was swaying and could only let out gasping sounds.

"It's finally over!"

Hearing Mo Xingchen's words, the three old rascals also got up. Mo Xingchen suspected they were faking it. They looked at the two people in the arena, then looked at Mo Xingchen in unison.

"What?"

Vice Admiral Tsuru coughed slightly, cleared her throat, and explained to Mo Xingchen:

"These three old guys mean, they want you to capture Redfield!"

Mo Xingchen scratched his head and asked in confusion, "He doesn't even have any strength left, you guys can easily…"

Before Mo Xingchen could finish, Sengoku spoke first, interrupting him.

"I! Marine Admiral Sengoku! How can I take advantage of someone's weakness!"

Mo Xingchen's eyes shifted from Sengoku's face to Admiral Zephyr.

"I! Marine Admiral Zephyr, Head Instructor of the Marines! If I do such a despicable thing, how can I train new recruits!"

Mo Xingchen blinked, then turned from Zephyr's face to Garp.

"I! Marine Hero Garp! I have dignity!"

"Fine, fine, fine! You guys want to play it like this!"

Mo Xingchen laughed in exasperation, then looked at Sister Tsuru, who loved him the most. Vice Admiral Tsuru didn't say anything, but silently handed him a pair of handcuffs. Mo Xingchen instantly felt so wronged!

I'm tired, let the world be destroyed! The world is not worth it!

Mo Xingchen put on a sad face, took the handcuffs, and walked step by step towards Count Red.

Perhaps taking advantage of their bickering, Redfield had recovered a little strength. Seeing Mo Xingchen approaching him, he said hoarsely, "I won!"

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"Yes, yes, yes, you won, but I've never heard of the Marines having to fight one-on-one to capture a pirate?"

Mo Xingchen rolled his eyes, mumbling impatiently. Who wants to pick up such a rotten peach? You guys want dignity, but I don't? I'm the future of the Marines!

"Heh… hehe… is this what you call a strong person… the spirit of drawing your sword against a stronger opponent!"

"I can't beat you, so you are a stronger person than me. Then it's only reasonable for me to capture you, right!"

"Fine, fine, fine! You want to play it like this too!"

At this moment, Mo Xingchen seemed to have learned Redfield's Observation Haki. He could clearly feel Redfield's immense sense of grievance and the deafening roar in his heart, "Marines! You're not playing by the rules!!!"

"So, are you just going to let Fleet Admiral Kong lie on the ground like this?"

Vice Admiral Tsuru saw that Count Red had already been handcuffed. She turned to look at the three old bastards who were bullying their subordinate and was about to stir up trouble for them. After all, little Mo was such an obedient child.

Sengoku and the other two immediately surrounded Fleet Admiral Kong. With six arms thicker than utility poles, they started bandaging the injured person with all their might.

"By the way, uh… Sister Tsuru, what's Redfield's bounty!"

Mo Xingchen asked Vice Admiral Tsuru with a shy face. After all, he had already done the dirty work, so if he didn't get anything, wouldn't he be a sucker!

"You beast! I have a family to support too!"

Perhaps this is the power of money. Fleet Admiral Kong opened his eyes and roared. Damn it! If he hadn't woken up, all his hard work fighting for three days, all the blood and sweat, would have been for nothing!

However, no matter what, he had captured a legendary pirate. Thinking that only the Whitebeard Pirates were still causing trouble, he couldn't help but feel happy. He, the Fleet Admiral of the Marines, had also achieved great merit! So he burst into laughter and said generously, "Kid Mo, what reward do you want this time!"

"Can you give me a year off?"

"Cough cough~"

Kong's face turned ashen, and he coughed violently. Mo Xingchen quickly tried to cover himself.

"It's not exactly a vacation, I just want to go out and find a suitable sword."

"Cough~ I'm going to Mary Geoise to report this time. I'll get you a good sword then, so there's no need to search everywhere."

Mo Xingchen awkwardly scratched his head and said sheepishly:

"I don't want a ready-made one. I want to forge a sword that suits me. I know Wano Country is famous for its master swordsmiths, but the New World is inconvenient for me right now. That's why I want to travel around and see if I can meet a skilled sword-forging master. Along the way, I'll also take the opportunity to take down and capture pirates."

"Fleet Admiral Kong, my fleet usually doesn't have many missions anyway. Why not let this kid grow on his own?"

Garp chimed in to help Mo Xingchen at this moment, "This kid is usually very lazy. It's rare for him to have something he wants to do. It won't delay him from carrying out his justice, so I think it's feasible!"

Vice Admiral Tsuru also chimed in. Kong frowned and thought for a while before reluctantly agreeing.

"Alright, I approve. But you can't slack off for this year. If your strength hasn't improved when you return, you'll face consequences!"

Hearing Kong finally relent, Mo Xingchen quickly straightened his chest, raised his head, and saluted, "Heh heh, I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

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