Give Up

That subordinate gave it a cursory glance and was already struggling not to laugh.

It was practically thunderous laughter.

Seeing his subordinate trying to hold back laughter, Charlos had a bad feeling.

The subordinate cleared his throat, forcibly suppressing his amusement, and began reading Moyun's letter aloud to Charlos.

Dear Charlos, you must be very happy to receive this letter.

I have already received the gift you sent me.

"Wait, what gift did I send him? What the hell?"

Charlos immediately interrupted his subordinate. The more he thought about it, the more something felt wrong. When had he ever given Moyun a damned gift?

He wished Moyun dead. How could he possibly give him a gift?

The subordinate cautiously said, "Could he be referring to the bank you built on the island?"

At those words, Charlos's face instantly twisted. Who was Moyun trying to disgust?

"Keep reading!"

Charlos said viciously. He wanted to see exactly what Moyun had to say next.

The subordinate did not dare say anything more and continued reading the letter.

Actually, I also regret not telling you earlier about what happened to me on the Grand Line.

If I had, perhaps you would have started building banks long ago. You probably would have built quite a few.

For some reason, Charlos could actually hear a note of regret in those words.

"Could this Moyun be thinking of making me build more, then stealing all of them later?"

At this point, Charlos could only rage helplessly. He could not touch Moyun, and even if Moyun stood right in front of him, the gap between their fighting abilities would be worlds apart.

But I also hope you will not take back the gift you gave me. Otherwise, I would be very sad, and whenever I get sad, I