Fine, Fine, Fine!

"When was this going to end? They'd already been fighting for three days, you know~"

Mo Xingchen yawned as he watched Kong and Redfield fight, sighing lazily. Even a play would get boring after three straight days, let alone when the leads kept being the same two people over and over.

Honestly, back when Mo Xingchen read novels, if a fight scene went on for six or seven chapters, even slightly hot-tempered readers would be tempted to mail blades to the author padding out the word count!

Who would have thought that a battle between the strongest figures at the pinnacle of the pirate world could be this boring? The first day had been fine. The momentum of their various clashes had at least been impressive.

But there was something called aesthetic fatigue. They kept using the same few moves, endlessly trading blows, and their strength was steadily waning. By now, neither of them could even use Haki coating anymore. Mo Xingchen was starting to want to step in and break up the fight! Stop fighting! You two won't be able to kill each other like this!

There was not much blood on either of them. Neither had Devil Fruit abilities. They had fought from the sky to the ground, then from the ground into the sea, and gone back and forth several times. Any blood had long since been washed away by the seawater. He wondered whether seawater stinging their wounds hurt.

All he saw were two old men, fist against fist and leg against leg. Every now and then, Redfield found an opening to slash Kong with his sword. Kong would turn, flex his muscles, and not even a drop of blood would flow.

Perhaps sensing the audience's negative emotions, the battle between the two old artists finally entered its last stage. Kong wheezed like a bellows, while Count Red's sword hand trembled as though he had Parkinson's.

"Haaah~~"

Mo Xingchen let out a long yawn. Looking at the three men who had been drinking and eating barbecue last night, and were now sprawled on the ground sleeping soundly, he remembered how they had said that young people had healthy bodies suited for staying up late before handing him the watch duty. His fists instantly clenched! If he could actually beat those three bastards, he would have shown them what it meant for the post-2000 generation to clean up the workplace!

Kong suddenly toppled face-first onto the ground and lost consciousness. Though Redfield remained standing, he was swaying unsteadily, able to make only hoarse, rasping breaths.

"It was finally over!"

Hearing Mo Xingchen's words, the three old slackers sprang up at once. He seriously suspected they had been pretending. They looked at the two men in the field, then all turned toward Mo Xingchen in unison.

"What?"

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

"These three old fellows mean for you to go capture Redfield!"

Mo Xingchen scratched his head and asked in confusion:

"He doesn't even have the strength left. Any of you could just..."

Before Mo Xingchen could finish, Sengoku spoke up first and cut him off.

"I! Marine Admiral Sengoku! How could I take advantage of someone in such a state!"

Mo Xingchen shifted his gaze from Sengoku's face to Marine Admiral Zephyr.

"I! Marine Admiral Zephyr, Head Instructor of the Marines! If I did something so underhanded, how could I train new recruits!"

Mo Xingchen blinked, then shifted his gaze from Zephyr's face to Garp.

"I! Marine Hero Garp! Have some shame!"

"Fine, fine, fine! This was how you wanted to play it, huh!"

Mo Xingchen laughed in fury and turned to look at Sister Tsuru, who loved him the most. Vice Admiral Tsuru said nothing, merely handing him a pair of handcuffs. The instant that happened, he felt utterly wronged!

He was tired. Destroy everything. Life was not worth living!

Mo Xingchen wore a little catlike sulk as he took the handcuffs and walked step by step toward Count Red.

Perhaps while the others had been bickering, Redfield had recovered a little strength. Watching Mo Xingchen approach, he rasped:

"I won!"

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"Yes, yes, yes, you won. But it's not like Marines have to fight pirates one-on-one before arresting them, right?"

Mo Xingchen rolled his eyes and replied perfunctorily, looking thoroughly displeased. Who wanted to pick up such a rotten peach? You all wanted to save face, so did that mean he did not? He was still the future of the Marines!

"Heh... heh heh... Is this the spirit of a strong man you spoke of... drawing his blade against someone stronger?"

"I can't beat you, so that makes you a stronger man than me. Then it's only reasonable for me to arrest you, isn't it?"

"Fine, fine, fine! You were playing it this way too, huh!"

At that moment, Mo Xingchen felt as though he had learned Count Red's Observation Haki. He could clearly sense Redfield's immense grievance, as well as the deafening shout in his heart: "Marines! You have no martial honor!!!"

"So, you were really planning to let Fleet Admiral Kong lie on the ground like that?"

Seeing Count Red already in handcuffs, Vice Admiral Tsuru turned to look at the three old slackers who bullied their subordinate, prepared to give them a piece of her mind. After all, Little Mo was such an obedient child.

Sengoku and the other two rushed over to Fleet Admiral Kong in an instant. Six arms thicker than utility poles flailed around as they began bandaging the wounded man.

"By the way, um... Sister Tsuru, what was Redfield's bounty?"

Mo Xingchen asked Vice Admiral Tsuru with an embarrassed look. Since he had already done the dirty work, would he not be a complete sucker if he did not get something out of it?

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

Perhaps that was the power of money. Fleet Admiral Kong opened his eyes and roared. Damn it! If he did not wake up now, then after fighting so hard for three days, shedding so much blood and sweat, he would have worked for nothing!

But no matter what, they had captured a legendary Great Pirate. Thinking that only the Whitebeard Pirates were still running rampant now, he could not help but feel pleased. This Fleet Admiral had accumulated plenty of achievements too! He burst into laughter and said boldly:

"Kid Mo, what reward do you want this time?"

"Could you give me a year off?"

"Cough, cough~"

Kong was so furious that his face turned liver-colored, and he began coughing violently. Mo Xingchen hurried to explain himself.

"I don't mean just taking a vacation. I want to go out and find a suitable blade."

"Cough. I'm going to Mary Geoise to report on duty this time. I can get you a good blade then. Why would you need to search everywhere?"

Mo Xingchen scratched his head awkwardly and said sheepishly:

"I don't want a ready-made one. I want to forge a blade suited to me. I know Wano Country is famous for master swordsmiths, but the New World isn't somewhere I can conveniently go right now. That's why I want to travel around and see whether I can find a skilled swordsmith. I can also strike at and capture pirates along the way."

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

Garp spoke up from the side to support Mo Xingchen.

"This kid is usually very lazy. It's rare for him to find something he wants to do himself. It won't delay his pursuit of justice either, so I think it's feasible!"

Vice Admiral Tsuru added smoothly. Kong frowned and thought for quite some time before finally agreeing helplessly.

"Fine, I approve. But you can't slack off during this year. If you come back and your strength hasn't improved when I test you, you'll be in for it!"

Hearing Kong finally relent, Mo Xingchen quickly stood tall and saluted.

"Hehe, I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

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