What Fame? I'd Rather Keep a Low Profile

Yeah. Whether you can still use that life-burning method or not, don't use it again.

Uh, right, right. Zefa is right. You brat need to be careful. We're treating you as a candidate for future admiral now—you can't die young!

Garp's words left Mu Chen both helpless and touched. Garp's emotional intelligence was really something else. Concern was concern, but that remark about dying young was truly a headache.

Zefa stared at him as if he were looking at an idiot. If you couldn't talk, then don't talk. I know you care deeply about that kid Mu Chen.

Enough, enough. We came here for business.

Then Zefa took a newspaper from his coat and handed it to Mu Chen. "Mu Chen, take a look first."

Mu Chen looked puzzled. He wanted him to read a newspaper?

But the moment Mu Chen saw what was in it, he had no idea whether to laugh or cry. This newspaper was precisely Morgans's report about Mu Chen, centered on commemorating Golden Lion. Its contents were simply outrageous. He should have been happy, since it had directly portrayed Mu Chen as a Marine even more formidable than Golden Lion. His reputation had arrived in an instant, and everyone would know the name Mu Chen. Yet he should have cried too, because he was nowhere near as powerful as the paper claimed.

"Devil's Eye Mu Chen..." Mu Chen felt like crying at the nickname Morgans had given him. Wasn't it a little too cringe?

And Morgans's intelligence-gathering ability was truly impressive. He had dug up almost all of Mu Chen's information, except for the secret of his Sharingan. That was one of the few things Mu Chen found reassuring. This report was practically nothing but praise for Mu Chen. Although it mentioned Sengoku and Kong