Pirate: They always think that Dover is my CP

A tavern somewhere along the Grand Line.

In a place full of male bounty hunters, the female swordsman in the corner stood out.

The man was wearing a simple white stand-up collared shirt and black trousers with a slender waist.

Her long black hair was disheveled, and the brim of her black top hat with white fluff was pushed down, covering most of her face, making her appearance unclear.

Despite this, many men were still eyeing this lone female swordsman.

"No time, get lost." Mo An flipped through the information given by Vaughan in his hand and rejected the man who was about to strike up a conversation without looking back.

Over the years, she has never stopped searching for the Dark Fruit, even when she knew there was little hope.

This time it was Vaughn who said there was news about the suspected appearance of the Dark Fruit, but Vaughn didn't have time, so Mo An went there in person.

Ok……

A few days ago, I returned the boat when I passed by Kraikana Island.

Brought back last time.

Mihawk was still angry with her, probably because her attitude was not firm enough.

Now that everything that needs to be paid has been paid, the old man will probably not cause trouble for her.

"Beauty……"

Probably feeling that he had been refuted, the bounty hunter was about to speak, but the next words were all stuck in his throat with a cracking sound.

His throat was shattered by the scabbard, and severe pain spread throughout his body. His breathing seemed to be blocked, and the sound he made was like a weird neighing.

Mo An continued to look at the information in his hand.

It is said that a pirate group discovered the Devil Fruit and wanted to sell it at a good price. They had already made an appointment with a buyer and planned to meet on this island.

Well...calculating the time, it should have arrived already.

so troublesome.

If she didn't come again, she would tell the little unfortunate guy to go back later.

That guy really shed tears.

Vaughan was in a hurry when he learned the news and contacted Mo An almost immediately. They didn't even check who the other party was.

bother……

Looking back at the men who were on guard, Mo An didn't even think about talking to them.

Speaking of which, Mo An hasn't faced a weak opponent for a long time.

There were gangsters and new recruits at work, so she didn't need to move at all.

The rest of the time, she was either on the road or taking the initiative to cause trouble for others.

He tapped his fingers on the table and lazily motioned to the boss to add more wine.

However, her arrogant attitude seemed to cause discomfort to those people.

The remaining men were ready to make a move and just wanted to teach the female swordsman a lesson.

In response, Mo An directly slashed with his sword, and the small tavern was directly chopped into an open-top style.

What an eyesore.

She really couldn't get along with boring guys like Ace and Luffy.

He casually threw a small bag of gold coins on the table, "Is it enough to compensate?"

He withdrew his gaze and continued to be in a daze.

The boss was frightened by the cold voice and nodded tremblingly.

Even if it’s really not enough, he doesn’t dare to say it!

This female swordsman has been in a semi-fugue state since she came in, as if she is not from the same world as them.

Mo An supported his head.

Her hair was falling all over the floor, and her Mediterranean styles were so eye-catching that she didn't even bother to listen to what these people said.

Over the years of getting along with gangsters, Mo An also developed a skill.

In the left ear and out the right ear.

Although she still feels noisy, she must not let useless trash talk pollute her brain.

Mo An and others' pupils were a little dilated.

So baffling...

Could it be that she was delusional about Mihawk?

No reason!

But why did she see this guy coming?

Moan reached out and touched the face of 'Mihawk' in front of him.

It feels quite real...

and many more……

reality?

Mo An froze and quickly recovered.

Good luck!

It’s really this uncle!

And this uncle’s face is so dark!

Fearing that Mihawk would be so angry that he would stamp her paw, Mo An immediately retracted his hand in fear.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, not knowing what expression to put on.

Could this man have thought that she was provoking her by returning the boat, so he chased her?

She touched someone just now...

Shouldn't such a petty person kill her?

Gan!

You're still making a fart face!

As soon as the idea came to his mind, Mo An turned around and ran away without a trace of hesitation. The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch it with the naked eye.

After so many years of getting along, Mihawk was also aware of some of Mo An's little moves. He had already noticed that Mo An wanted to run away, but he didn't expect Mo An to run so easily and quickly!

With a livid face, he drew out his black knife and slashed Mo An in the direction of his escape, then chased after him.

Mo An: "???"

Gan!

So angry!

You must fucking get your life card back!

"I haven't offended you recently, have I!" Not wanting to make a big fuss and scare away the pirates who were trading Devil Fruit, Mo An could only grit his teeth and run to a sparsely populated place.

"Get over here!"

Mo An, who was almost killed by the cold voice: "..."

Only a fool would go there and get beaten!

Moan wanted to get rid of Mihawk, but she couldn't leave the island for the time being, and Mihawk had her life card.

No solution.

When the crowds gradually dwindled, Mo An could no longer bear to draw his sword and face the black knife, his gnashing teeth voice filled with deep impatience.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't I obey you when you told me not to bother you?"

"Mo'an!"

"What are you shouting for?" Mo An opened the black knife and became even more angry, "The life card has been returned and the boat has been returned. What else do you want?"

Mihawk's hand tightened on the handle of the knife.

Over the years, he has been fed up with this guy who has no sense of boundaries and is disobedient. He wishes Mo An could get away as far away as possible.

This annoying guy...has too many options.

Mo An can always find the next person to continue torturing.

Finally getting rid of this shameless annoying guy, he shouldn't have talked to Mo An...

But what does this mean now?

"You can't be good."

Mihawk raised his eyes and looked at Mo An, his mood swings began to increase, and the complex emotions began to surge in his sharp eyes like an eagle.

She can't be good or obedient.

She is such a shameless annoyance!

Mo An: "???"

You think she won't learn well, so you strike preemptively?

Mo An even laughed angrily!

She slammed the sword on the ground, moved a chair and sat down, and sneered: "Then what do you want? Kill me? I'll just sit here and chop it for you, okay?"

Mihawk stepped closer with a black knife in hand.

The impatience and sneer on Mo An's face was something he had never seen before.

The black knife was already placed on his neck. Mo An moved his fingers, and his aura began to rise little by little.

As long as Mihawk makes the slightest move, Moan won't bother to care about other things. She will put killing Mihawk first.

No one likes to be threatened.

Mo An's eyes were dark, and he raised his head slightly to look at Mihawk.

The force coming from the black knife became stronger again. Just when Moan thought Mihawk was about to take action, he said something that almost made Moan's cerebellum shrink.

"So you know you're wrong."