The huge wave sweeping the anime world

"Old White, you finally showed up. I thought you were dead. How come you remembered to use Den Den Mushi to contact me?"

Morgans said that he didn't care, but his hands were clenched into a fist as if to celebrate.

"After moving to a new house, there are always people following behind me. I can only contact them after I have settled down."

In fact, he had been worrying about the players, and it was not until he added some new content for them yesterday that he remembered the original plan that had been shelved.

Even though the story was forcibly interrupted by Wuhai, the fat orange cat, it is still possible to free up time to follow up on the side story, as long as it does not affect the main story.

"You are so ridiculous. It's just a move. It's not a big deal. Just give me a call. I, your president, have been here for a long time. I know one or two people in the World Government. It won't be difficult for me to provide you with security protection. Besides, I can spend a little money to hire a few bounty hunters for you. The navy will occasionally do some escort missions. At the very least, I have people in several large pirate groups. Although it is a bit risky, it is also a good choice."

Morgans quickly lit a cigarette to celebrate Walter White's return. He was not bragging. As the king of news, these were a piece of cake for him.

"Thank you for your kindness, President. I am an old man. Life and death are in the hands of God. There is no need to waste social resources. If I die one day, I will die. If someone can collect my body, it will be a great deed."

Heisenberg fiddled with the instruments around him. If a player really drew this genome, all of these would be used, and he, the content developer (a nickname given to him by Wuhai), would be required to prepare all the items in advance, at least the items at the beginning would be needed.

"No, no, no, I wish you a long life, and may you have this day every year"

"Did something happen? Why do you sound so depressed? Do you need me to help you with something?"

Morgans didn't want White, the God of Wealth and Money Tree, to leave just like that. He wanted him to squeeze out all his value before he could die.

"There should be a lot of people around the president, right?"

Heisenberg didn't have the time to continue talking. The results of the instrument were about to come out, and he needed to carefully compare the results of several experiments to judge the progress of the experiments.

"Of course, as the world's largest newspaper, I have a lot of people around me. But Old White, remember that even a thousand of them can't beat you. You are not an option for me, but a must. I will only take a sip from you out of the three thousand newspaper staff."

Morgans spoke shamelessly, which made Rollav, who was watching him on the phone, stunned.

The president is really playing tricks.

"That's not it. There must be an undercover agent from the World Government, the Navy, the Pirates, or even some pirates around you, right? Avoid them and come see me. I will give you a new answer."

Heisenberg shook the reagent with his right hand, then placed it carefully on the laboratory table. It was time to go out for a walk.

"Where are you?"

Morgans felt puzzled. Wasn't their relationship a normal one between superiors and subordinates? Why did the spy die?

Don't you know how many undercover agents from all parties he has killed? If he sends another undercover, he will have to consider the strength of his own undercover agents. Taking a step back, even if he sends an undercover agent, the target should be his own newspaper and himself, and he will never target Lao Bai.

“At Your Right Hand”

Heisenberg appeared like a ghost on Morgans' right hand side, and Rolfe, a member of the newspaper and bodyguard, fainted on the ground without knowing when.

Fortunately, there was no foaming at the mouth or blood donation, so it was most likely that he was just knocked unconscious.

"Old Bai, you surprise me more and more. I originally thought you were a rare talent in comics, but I didn't expect you to have such a talent. It turns out that the real person never reveals his true face."

Morgause instinctively crossed his arms in a defensive posture.

"A true person does not reveal his appearance, and a person who reveals his appearance is not a true person. Both sides are right. As the saying goes, the real is the fake, the real is the fake. Who can tell whether he is a real person with an appearance or a mortal on earth?"

Heisenberg picked up the coffee on Morgans' table and took a few sips.

"Sweet? You drink sweet coffee? That's not authentic. You might as well drink sugar water."

The laboratories of the space installation are equipped with super concentrated black coffee, which is dozens of times more bitter than ordinary coffee.

At first, he was also very curious about who put the coffee there and where. After all, coffee was definitely a rare commodity in the second world, and he had no habit of drinking coffee, so it was not put there by him or his complete soul.

Since the remaining soul clones he could contact did not acknowledge it, he just accepted it with a smile.

So if you drink too much bitter coffee, Morgans coffee will feel a little too sweet.

"I'll change it for you next time. I remember there seems to be a store specializing in bitter coffee in Drekrosa. I'll buy you the bitterest one then."

This is already a very bitter coffee. Usually he has to add sugar to be able to drink it. And what Lao Bai just drank was coffee without sugar, so how could it be sweet?

There are two possibilities: either the coffee is bad, or there is something wrong with Mr. Bai's taste buds.

Morgans complained in his heart, he tended to believe the second possibility. After all, Old White looked visibly old, and who knew if his sense of taste had deteriorated due to age.

"Let's stop talking nonsense and get straight to the point."

Heisenberg put the coffee back where it was and sat on the stool opposite the president.

"Let me introduce myself. My real name is Maha. If you think it's troublesome and don't want to change it, you can still call me Lao Bai."

Heisenberg crossed his legs, supported his head with his right hand and looked at Morgause.

"Maha, that's a nice name... Hmm! You're not going to tell me that your name ends in Zoldyck, are you?"

Morgans, who was once a best-selling comic book artist, originally appreciated "If the Three Days of Light Deceived Me" with the heart of an apprentice. Then, like most readers, he was attracted by the strange settings and interesting content in the book and became one of the loyal readers. He even became a die-hard fan who remembered the names of all the characters and objects.

So when he heard the name Maha, his first reaction was the old man from the Zoldyck family, who was suspected to be a man of the same era as President Netero.

"If you really think so and want to say so, I don't mind, but this identity is just one of the non-focus topics of our conversation today."

Heisenberg played with the mental power in his hands, and thin strips of white power appeared on his fingers.

"Devil Fruit?"

Morgan's memory kept flashing back, but until Old White made more moves, he couldn't tell which devil fruit it was.

"No, this is reading. Remember not to add power, it will be confused with the other one."