Last week, he had carved a ten-meter-wide gash into a Hainan-made Marine fortress, claiming he was testing the sharpness of his Black Blade.
That grass was no trouble at all!
Mu Chen held back his laughter so hard that his shoulders shook.
Mu Chen immediately began deflecting the issue, though he had no idea where Mihawk had heard that the boy possessed some kind of massive arrow trench, prompting him to eagerly go challenge it.
That just showed how dedicated he was, always staying combat-ready.
Besides, fortresses were meant for defense. Getting cut open was the perfect way to expose weaknesses in their defenses.
Enough!
I don't care what method you use. Find a suitable candidate within three months, or else—Sengoku let out a heavy sigh, his voice carrying a hint of menace.
Mu Chen cut in before the other man could continue. The line went silent for a moment, and when Sengoku spoke again, his tone carried a trace of scrutiny. Otherwise, I'll transfer you to Impel Down.
Marshal Sengoku, you've been saying that for five years. Can't you come up with something new?
Mu Chen, you've been drifting around the seas and loafing about every day. Did you think I didn't know?
Hearing that, Mu Chen frowned deeply and immediately turned to his crew, roaring, Which bastard reported me?!
At that moment, Kong Ming looked utterly speechless at his captain's behavior. Curling his lips, he muttered, Does anyone even need to tell him?
Even an idiot could guess. Kong Ming was standing very close to Mu Chen.
Mu Chen heard him at once. Looking like he was disappointed beyond words, he glanced at Kong Ming while silently mouthing, Kong Ming, you looking to get beaten up?
Mu Chen, quit talking nonsense. With all the crap you've done, who