Comic series: Starting from Pirates to Cultivate the True Self

Under the gaze of all the Whitebeard Pirates members, Mo Xingchen walked calmly straight towards the burly figure sitting under the main mast.

Seeing Mo Xingchen and Hawkeye being so arrogant, Marco couldn't help but ask:

"Tianshu, what are you doing on our ship?"

Mo Xingchen ignored Marco, just stared at Whitebeard without blinking, and continued to move forward steadily.

"you....."

Marco, who was directly ignored, immediately showed annoyance on his face, but since his father did not say anything, he could only resist the urge to take action.

Whitebeard was also observing this young admiral. For so many years, ever since Mo Xingchen made his debut in the Sabaody Archipelago, Whitebeard had been paying attention to him.

With Mo Xingchen's subsequent rise, news about him spread all over the ocean, making it difficult to ignore it even if you didn't want to.

But when he saw the real person, especially his still young face, it was as if time had stopped for him, and Whitebeard couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Looking at his fearlessness and calmness in the face of danger, even without a fight, you can already get a glimpse of it.

This is a kind of momentum that can only be cultivated by having absolute confidence in one's own strength.

Just like when he was young and galloping across the sea.

When Mo Xingchen had walked to him and stopped, Whitebeard came back to his senses, looked at the person in front of him, and asked in a deep voice:

"Navy kid, what are you doing on my ship?"

White Beard hasn't gotten dementia yet, so he said to Mo Xingchen: Be my son!

Although he really admired the young man Mo Xingchen and had this idea at first, it was obvious that others were now standing at the same level as him.

If you say this again, it’s not an expression of appreciation, but a naked provocation!

However, Whitebeard's tone was not friendly. After all, Mo Xingchen was a navy, and from a standpoint, he was an enemy.

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Mo Xingchen looked at the white-bearded man sitting there, who was much taller than him, and felt speechless. Although Mihawk was also taller than him, he at least looked very coordinated. His height of 1.98 meters did not make him feel out of place.

After looking around, he did not answer Whitebeard's question, but asked back with a contemptuous tone:

"Heh, is this how your pirate group entertains guests?"

Before Whitebeard could speak, Marco heard Mo Xingchen's slander against them and said angrily:

"Bullshit! You are a navy officer, how can you be a guest?"

Mo Xingchen didn't say anything, nor did he even turn to look at Marco. He just stared at White Beard quietly with a smile on his face and a playful expression. The meaning was self-evident.

"Marco, take a seat and get some wine!"

"Dad..."

Marco was aggrieved and wanted to argue, but was glared at by Whitebeard. So he walked into the cabin unwillingly, mumbling.

After a while

He came back carrying a chair and a jar of wine, put the chair heavily behind Mo Xingchen, and handed over the jar of wine.

"Give!"

Mo Xingchen took the wine jar, smiled politely at Marco, and said softly:

"Thank you."

Marco snorted, and just as he turned to leave, he heard Mo Xingchen's voice behind him.

"Could you please get me some more ice, thank you!"

"you....."

Marco immediately turned around and glared at Mo Xingchen, and blue flames began to rise from his body. At this time, Captain Thatch of the Fourth Division, the good guy of the Whitebeard Pirates, quickly spoke out:

"I'll get it for you!"

"Humph."

Hearing Sachi's words, Marco's blue flame disappeared, a sound came out of his nose, and he quickly returned to Joz's side, crossed his arms over his chest, closed his eyes, and pretended to ignore it.

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Wait until Sachi brought ice cubes and wine glasses from the kitchen, and considerately moved a small table for Mo Xingchen.

Whitebeard looked at Mo Xingchen and spoke again.

"Little devil! Tell me what you want!"

Mo Xingchen slowly put ice cubes into the wine glass, then poured in half a glass of wine, and shook the glass slowly in his hand.

Looking down, I saw the ice cubes in the cup colliding with the wall of the cup during the shaking process, making a pleasant and crisp "ding-dang-dang" sound.

Said softly:

"I'm here for Ace."

When Whitebeard heard Mo Xingchen's answer, he was immediately shocked, because in the past few months, although Ace had attacked him in different ways every day,

But the relationship between them quickly warmed up through these warm little interactions.

In addition, Ace would go to sleep directly when he was drunk, and he would dare to tell the truth when he was drunk.

After a banquet one day, everyone else fell asleep. Ace, who had fallen asleep early, was awakened by the urge to urinate. Seeing that he was still drinking, he came over to talk to him.

After carefully asking about Roger, perhaps it was the several months of getting along that made Ace let down his guard, and finally Ace told him that he was Roger's descendant.

What neither Whitebeard nor Ace noticed was that there was a fat black man with missing teeth, who never slept, and happened to hear their conversation.

"Navy brat, what on earth do you mean?"

When Mo Xingchen looked at Whitebeard, there was an inexplicable fluctuation in his eyes, but he didn't think much about it. He just thought that Whitebeard knew the relationship between Ace and himself.

After all, Ace could even tell Whitebeard that his biological father was Roger, so it was reasonable for him to talk about himself and Garp.

So he took a sip of wine with a relaxed demeanor and said with a smile:

"It's just what you think."

But the next second,

A powerful domineering aura burst out directly from Whitebeard's body.

The violent wind waves spread, and the clear sky suddenly became dark. A sense of oppression as if a storm was destroying the city enveloped everyone's heart.

"Wow~ Boom~"

A deafening roar suddenly sounded, and in an instant, beams of black and red lightning shot out from the dark clouds and covered the entire sky.

now,

The man known as "the strongest man in the world" grabbed the naginata placed aside, stood up straight, and stared at Mo Xingchen like a towering demon.

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To thank you all for your support and the tips from the big guys, I am adding another chapter today with tears in my eyes!

I wish you all a happy May Day in advance!

Humph, who dares to say I'm short again!!!