Beat You and Still Be Your Underling?

Alright, alright, everyone go back. It's not a big problem.

At that moment, even Mu Chen in the dormitory had not expected that his pair of Blood Sharingan would make the Navy's upper ranks worry about him.

"Mu Chen, Mu Chen!"

Jia Ji came straight to Mu Chen's dormitory, his sleazy face pressing in close.

Mu Chen helplessly curled his lips and took a step back. "Commodore Jiaji, what do you want with me?"

What was Jia Ji up to?

Was he here for revenge?

Mu Chen could not make sense of it. The battle had only just ended, yet Jia Ji had come looking for him. Jia Ji looked utterly smug when he saw Mu Chen. "Good kid. Not bad at all. As a newcomer, you actually managed to knock this handsome guy unconscious. I won't say anything else—starting today, you'll be my little brother!"

Mu Chen's face was full of question marks. What the hell was this? He was not here for revenge—he had come to take on a little brother?

What kind of thought process was that? Mu Chen simply could not understand it. "Commodore Jiaji, are you forming a clique?"

"As far as I know, Teacher Zefa hates it most when his students form cliques." Mu Chen directly invoked Zefa. After all, Jia Ji feared Zefa the most.

The scene of Jia Ji being beaten senseless by Zefa on the training grounds that day was still vivid in his mind.

"Mu Chen, what are you talking about? What do you mean, forming a clique?"

"Teacher Zefa taught us to love and support one another. As a senior, I was just thinking of taking good care of you." The more Jia Ji spoke, the more flustered he became.

"Heh, I'm joking. Cut the crap and come with me." "Where?"

"Just come with me. I'll introduce you to the experts from our batch of the Elite Training Camp."

Mu Chen did not mind getting to know the others.

Soon, Mu Chen followed beside Jia Ji as the two walked down the street. Houses lined both sides, while all kinds of shops filled the main road. Looking at the bustling crowd, Mu Chen saw the smiles on the faces of these poor families. Such smiles were something he rarely saw elsewhere; even in the East Blue, they were uncommon. It was precious.

Before long, the two arrived at a tavern. Many Navy officers were seated inside, all from their Elite Training Camp. At a table in one corner sat Kuzan, Qi Yuan, and the others.

"Come on, come on! Our newcomer, Mu Chen, is here! Everyone, welcome him!"

At Jia Ji's shout, everyone began cheering. "Mu Chen! Hahaha, Mu Chen, we've been waiting for you! Jia Ji, you really embarrassed yourself this time, huh? Losing to a newcomer! Hahaha!"

The Navy officers began mocking Jia Ji, and his face turned a little red. Smoker was here too. If he did not say something, he would really lose face.

"What do you know? This handsome guy did it on purpose. As a senior, of course I had to go easy on a newcomer."

The crowd jeered and laughed, but Jia Ji did not care at all. He directly pulled Mu Chen over to Kuzan and Smoker's table.

"Doberman, make room for me. Hey, Smoker, Smoker, I'll sit next to you!"

Jia Ji instantly returned to that sleazy, simpering look. Doberman was put in an awkward position, but he had no intention of getting involved in this sort of thing.

"Damn it, you guys have fun. I'm going to drink with Onigumo."

With that, Doberman gave up his seat and went to sit beside Onigumo. They were ready to watch the show. After all, Smoker had never let Jia Ji sit beside him. As expected, just as Jia Ji was about to sit down, Smoker drew his saber and pressed it against Jia Ji's throat. The threat could not have been more obvious. Doberman gave Jia Ji a helpless look, then casually sat down. He had wanted to switch seats, but they were all taken. Qi Yuan did not stop anyone else, though. It seemed that anyone but Jia Ji could sit there.

Mu Chen gave Jia Ji a look that seemed to say, This isn't my fault.

That little interlude soon passed. Jia Ji did not dwell on it too much; after all, it was far from the first time it had happened. He was already used to it.

"Mu Chen, fight me tomorrow."

Kuzan took a sip of wine and spoke calmly. He was still bitter about having his attack on Mu Chen's waist blocked and then being rejected. Mu Chen, however, did not care about such things at all. Why should he accept just because someone challenged him?

Besides, although Mu Chen now possessed the strength of a rear admiral, he definitely was not a match for Kuzan and his Ice-Ice Fruit.

The others fell silent, watching Mu Chen with curious eyes. They too wanted to know whether Mu Chen's eyes would have any effect on Kuzan, and they were eager for Mu Chen to agree.

Mu Chen smiled helplessly. "Kuzan, forget it. I'm not your opponent, so stop picking on a newcomer like me."

Mu Chen did not care in the slightest about losing face by avoiding a fight. What was face?

Could it be eaten?

"Ah, looks like we won't get to see Mu Chen and Kuzan fight!"

"I was really looking forward to it. Why won't Mu Chen agree?"

"Mu Chen, don't chicken out!" The Navy officers clearly loved watching trouble unfold.

"Mu Chen, I just want to fight you once. I want to test those eyes of yours. Don't worry, I'll hold back."

Kuzan still refused to give up. "Mu Chen, just agree. What are you afraid of? What could you possibly be afraid of? Just do it."

Jia Ji kept fanning the flames from the side. Mu Chen looked at Jia Ji as if to say, Hurry up and fight. It'd be best if Kuzan smashed you into the ground.

Mu Chen instantly understood that Jia Ji wanted to see him make a fool of himself. After all, Jia Ji's humiliation was already known to everyone. Being kicked unconscious by a newcomer was not a good look, so he was desperate to see Mu Chen get beaten badly.