The Red Hair Pirates were having a merry banquet.
Suddenly, one of Red-Hair's crew members hurried over with a Den Den Mushi. "Boss, a call."
Red-Hair took a big swig of liquor, wiped his mouth, and said, sounding a little put out, "Not answering, not answering. Nobody gets to interrupt our banquet! Hahaha."
The crew member grinned mischievously. "Boss, are you sure you don't want to take that brat Lin Mo's call? I'll hang up, then."
Red-Hair's eyes lit up. Before the crew member could take the Den Den Mushi away, he lunged forward and snatched it. "You should've said so! I can ignore anyone else's call, but not my godson's! Hahaha, my dear boy, what's up? Miss your godfather?"
"Piss off!" Lin Mo cursed bluntly, then got straight to the point. "Give me your current coordinates."
Red-Hair asked with a grin, "What, coming to have a drink with your godfather? Hahaha..."
"Cut the crap. Hurry up."
"All right, all right." Red-Hair looked at Beckman. "Beckman, give that kid Lin Mo our current coordinates."
Beckman chuckled and nodded.
Then Lin Mo continued, "Stay where you are and wait for me."
"Huh?" Red-Hair couldn't help complaining. "So if you don't get here for six months, I have to wait here for six months?"
"Yes."
"Pfft, you little brat. Are you messing with me?"
"That's all."
With that, Lin Mo hung up.
Listening to the disconnected tone from the Den Den Mushi, Red-Hair sighed helplessly. "That little brat really doesn't waste any time."
Beckman asked, "So, are we waiting for him?"
Red-Hair shrugged and laughed. "Since my godson asked, how could his godfather not wait? Hahaha, we'll wait."
Aboard the Inkman.
Beckman soon gave Lin Mo their location.
Lin Mo then had Enel work with Perona to steer the Inkman toward Red-Hair's