Comic series: Starting from Pirates to Cultivate the True Self

Beckman saw Shanks's stupid look and sighed in his heart.

You chose your own captain, so what else can you do? You can only spoil him!

Beckman shook his body and instantly entered Shanks's captain's bedroom. He took out a bottle of fine wine from his collection and held three clean wine glasses in his hands.

The next second, he appeared in front of the table again, politely poured a cup for Mo Xingchen and Shanks, then poured one for himself, and sat down openly.

He raised his glass, saluted Mo Xingchen, and introduced himself.

"Red Hair Pirates, Vice Captain, Ben Beckman."

Mo Xingchen also picked up the wine glass on the table, gestured to Beckman, and drank it all in one gulp.

After all, Shanks is not a person like Blackbeard who would do anything to achieve his goal. He has his own pride and would not resort to such despicable means.

But in a negotiation, how could Mo Xingchen follow the rhythm of others? After putting down his wine glass, he looked at Beckman with a teasing expression.

He immediately sowed discord, put Shanks in an awkward position, and said:

"Well, I've heard of your name. The intelligence department in the navy has rated your danger level higher than Shanks."

He paused here, turned to look at Shanks and chuckled.

"So, this is the leader of your Red Hair Pirates when the commander is talking?"

Shanks showed a slight embarrassment when he heard this. Before he could get angry, Beckman next to him said:

"Tianshu, you don't know that our captain is not good at speaking, so usually, diplomatic work is left to me."

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Mo Xingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, and with the mentality of trying his best, he continued to apply eye drops, showing a hint of surprise, and said:

"Oh? So that means that the captain will be in charge of the negotiations, and you, the deputy captain, can make the decision directly?"

Beckman was not sure about answering Mo Xingchen's question. If he said he couldn't do it, then what was he doing sitting here? He said he could do it. Although he knew Shanks definitely wouldn't care, he couldn't say this himself!

So Beckman could only remain silent. Fortunately, Shanks was not too stupid and took the initiative to speak.

"Beckman's decision represents my will, and I also believe that my vice-captain will not harm the interests of the Red Hair Pirates."

Since Shanks had already spoken, Beckman didn't have to remain silent. Although he didn't understand the complicated logic of negotiation rhythm,

But he understood that they were on the Red Hair Pirates' home turf, so how could they let a navy lead them by the nose? So he wanted to regain his momentum.

Immediately, his posture became unusually relaxed, he looked at Mo Xingchen and said with a smile:

"I think you guys are going to retreat!"

"Is there any ice?"

Mo Xingchen's answer made Beckman a little confused. This was completely different from the answer he expected. When he asked the question just now, his thoughts were racing. He had already predicted the different answers that Mo Xingchen would give. He had verbal responses and could gain the advantage in the negotiation.

Unexpectedly, the other party asked him, "Do you have ice?" God damn, is there ice? Such a serious atmosphere, do you think you are drinking in a bar?

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Seeing Beckman and Shanks' dazed expressions, Mo Xingchen spoke very seriously, as if explaining to them,

"I like to drink something cold, whether it's alcohol or juice, so do you have ice on board?"

Beckman turned around a little helplessly and glanced at his fat chef. Regardless of whether they were enemies or not, they were all well-known figures, so courtesy was important at this time.

The Red Hair Pirates' officers were all experts, and Mo Xingchen and the others didn't try to avoid anything.

So of course these cadres also heard it. Laqi Lu walked into the kitchen, and soon came back with an ice bucket full of ice cubes, put it on the table, and then quietly retreated.

Mo Xingchen moved his fingers gracefully, and a few ice cubes slowly floated up from the ice bucket and fell into his cup, and then he filled his own cup.

He smiled and looked at the two people opposite him, and asked softly:

"Do you want it?"

Shanks and Beckman looked at each other inconspicuously and shook their heads slightly. They had no idea what this admiral was here for.

He had just been on the warship, using provocation and scolding to force them to stop the ship, and now he was back on his own ship, behaving like this again, as if he was just a gathering of good friends just to have a drink.

However, Mo Xingchen's next words made everyone on the ship, or more precisely, everyone on the Red Hair Pirates, feel nervous, and the atmosphere became serious.

"Originally, this pursuit was intended to annihilate you."

Mo Xingchen shook the wine glass, watching the ice cubes floating up and down in the glass. It seemed that he was fascinated by the beauty of the scene, but he spoke calmly.

The tone and action were just like asking, "Have you eaten?" in a relaxed and comfortable manner.

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The atmosphere on the ship gradually became solemn. Seeing that Shanks seemed to be about to speak, Mo Xingchen continued:

"Beckman is worthy of being praised by my sister Crane as the smartest pirate. He is right. We really need to retreat."

Mo Xingchen was sincere in his compliment, because Beckman had just said that they were going to retreat, in order to gain an advantage in the negotiations and rule out the possibility that there was a traitor in the navy who tipped them off.

That means they are really smart and they analyzed it themselves based on limited information. If they can analyze to this level, then it must have been guessed that this was a private action of theirs.

Therefore, Mo Xingchen was too lazy to play any more tricks, otherwise he would only fall into the inferior position, so he first used ice to disrupt the opponent's rhythm, then spoke bluntly, and finally suppressed them with the momentum of the navy.

But Mo Xingchen's action made Beckman feel a little frustrated.

Smart people are bound to be proud in their hearts, and sometimes even have a kind of detached mentality that everyone else is drunk but I am sober.

But at this moment, he felt suppressed by Mo Xingchen. He couldn't guess what Mo Xingchen was thinking, nor could he understand the underlying logic behind his behavior.

Mo Xingchen seemed to be telling the truth, and he had a feeling of losing, but judging from his tone and posture, it seemed as if he was the one who lost.

So Beckman was too lazy to speak at this time, or he had a bit of a bad mentality and didn't want to guess. Anyway, Mo Xingchen had already revealed his cards, so let's see what he would do.

Shanks asked with doubt:

"Then what are you doing?"

Mo Xingchen smiled, stood up and looked at Shanks, and said softly,

“You should know clearly about the stupid things you have done. It doesn’t matter if it’s right or wrong, it only matters the stance. So it’s not too much for Garp and I to want to kill you.

To put a perfect end to this chase, let’s fight one-on-one!

If you win, you go, if you lose, you die.

If you don't even have this much courage,

hehe...."

Mo Xingchen didn't finish his words, but the sarcasm in his laughter was already apparent, making it even harder to refuse.

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