"Ah, don't worry. I understood what you meant. You did pretty well this time, and I'll remember it."
Seeing Moria's hesitant expression, as if he had been constipated for days, Mo Xingchen offered him some reassurance.
Hearing Mo Xingchen's words, Moria's old face immediately blossomed into a chrysanthemum-like smile. He laughed loudly and said:
"Vice Admiral Mo, what are you saying? For justice, it is our duty! It was simply what I should have done."
"Brother, are you planning to recruit him into the Marines?"
The moment Dragon entered the room, he heard Moria spouting nonsense about justice. What justice could a pirate like him possibly talk about?
He thought Mo Xingchen was trying to persuade a pirate to turn over a new leaf and intended to bring Moria into the fold.
"Bullshit. He's just sweet-talking me so I'll remember his contribution and not forget to give him some benefits."
Seeing Dragon enter, Mo Xingchen gestured for him to sit down. Seeing that he could still walk on his own put him more at ease. As for the bandages on Dragon's body, they did not matter. For men of the sea, scars were the finest medals.
Looking at Dragon, Mo Xingchen asked:
"Have you eaten?"
"Not yet!"
Moria, being rather perceptive, immediately shouted:
"Absalom! Absalo—"
"What is it, Lord Moria?"
Seeing Absalom push the bedroom door open a crack from outside and stick only his head in, Moria stopped shouting.
"Um... go bring some food for Vice Admiral Mo and Mr. Dragon."
"Okay."
Watching Absalom leave, Moria scooted his chair closer to Mo Xingchen, lowered his head, and asked in a mysterious whisper:
"Vice Admiral Mo, who exactly was the enemy we took out this time? He was so strong, yet he seemed completely unknown on the seas! Although I,