To be honest, not just anyone could possess the Sharingan. It looked like he really had to go take a look. Mu Chen was far too curious.
You knew all along!
Mu Chen clenched his fist hard.
Borsalino could practically feel the room temperature plummet. When he had been showing off the sample of the Delivering-Um Fruit, he had overheard something about it.
Borsalino shrugged and pointed his fork at the terms in the confidential letter.
Look, it was based on the S01 model, and implanting the Blood Sharingan dynamic capture module was practically carving it in your likeness!
Mu Chen's gaze swept over the terms. When he saw that the Pacifista prototype's appearance was modeled after Admiral Mu Chen of Marine Headquarters, he finally understood why Sengoku had used a confidential letter to contact those old bastards.
Mu Chen could not help cursing under his breath.
I'd rather go deal with Whitebeard or Kaido. Making me a living model—were they planning to modify me too?
Don't get so worked up!
Borsalino suddenly laughed, tapping his wrist with a finger as he teasingly said, "Just think about it. In the future, the battlefield will be full of Pacifistas with your face. Wouldn't the enemy be scared out of their wits when they saw them?"
As Borsalino said that, the corners of his mouth split into an uncontrollable grin.
Mu Chen genuinely had the urge to fight Borsalino. A battlefield full of himself? That would not scare the enemy into laying eggs; it would be humiliating! Mu Chen could already picture that scene. It was just too embarrassing. If the Four Emperors found out, would they not laugh themselves to death?
I'd rather be the warden of Impel Down.
Mu Chen grabbed the confidential letter and rose to leave, only for