"Enough," Lin Mo said expressionlessly. "Did I give you permission to bully my crew on my ship?"
Whitebeard withdrew his imposing aura and said with a faint smile, "So this is your bottom line."
"Kid," Rayleigh suddenly asked, "let me ask you something. Do you think you have any weaknesses?"
Lin Mo: "..."
After a brief silence, Lin Mo answered, "No."
"Big words." Whitebeard grinned. "You're not strong enough yet. Your bottom line is your weakness. Only when you're strong enough to inspire awe in everyone will you have the right to say you have none."
Lin Mo: "!"
Rayleigh continued, "Newgate is right. Lin Mo, you're certainly very strong now. You can even hold your own against a Marine Admiral. But that's still nowhere near enough. I think you know that yourself."
Lin Mo: "..."
Of course he knew.
He still remembered how a single slap from Sengoku in his Buddha Form had nearly killed him.
Sengoku, Garp, Rayleigh—there were plenty of powerful fighters from their era, and many had already retired. Lin Mo was confident in a one-on-one fight. Even if he couldn't win, he could easily escape. But if he faced several of those old monsters at once, he would probably be in trouble.
That was why he had to keep completing check-in missions, improving his abilities and growing stronger.
This was a world where the strong preyed on the weak. Whoever had the strongest fists got the final say.
Whitebeard wasn't someone who bullied the weak and feared the strong, nor was he unreasonable or prone to starting trouble. In fact, he had never intended to attack Lin Mo or his crew. He had only been testing them.
Clearly, Whitebeard had achieved his goal.
"All right, all right." Rayleigh suddenly stepped in as peacemaker. "Newgate, stop