Pirates: After my girlfriend's fan turned into my sister, I was so bad

Mihawk really wanted to stab Mo An to death. His self-restraint was really extinguished when he met Mo An.

Mo An had said before that he would not summon Mihawk in a strange way again. Although Mihawk did not really believe it, it was obvious that Mo An was deliberately irritating him now!

She was a dog if she lied to him?

Ha!

Dogs are not as good at lying as she is.

"Don't be so stingy." Mo An shrugged, looking like he was going to kill me if he had the guts, "Who told you to let Shiki come here?"

Mihawk was not the only one who held a grudge.

"Don't add fuel to the fire!"

After finally calming down the two childish guys, Mo An got the Den Den Mushi he wished for.

When he contacted the headquarters again, it was Akainu who was talking.

"Borsalino told you about the previous situation," Mo An's attitude towards him was not much better, "How long will it take you to deal with this matter? Shiki is almost beaten to death by Red Hair and his men. You can't expect me to snatch him from Red Hair."

A group of people watched Mo An talking nonsense. If they hadn't seen Mo An pushing Shanks out with their own eyes, they would have believed it.

"It doesn't matter." Akainu's cold and hard voice sounded, and even the Den Den Mushi that imitated his eyes seemed to be more iron-blooded and hard-line. "You are responsible for cleaning up the pirates on Shiki's side, according to your style."

Mo An raised his eyebrows and understood what he meant, "There is only Shiki left."

The Den Den Mushi imitated Akainu and showed a similar satisfied expression, "Borsalino has gone up to check. I will destroy the floating island in ten minutes."

It was him, not the headquarters.

What he meant was that he didn't care what was on the floating island, whether there were innocent people, and when facing things that were opposite to [justice], Akainu always cut the grass and rooted it out.

"If I had known, I would have called you directly just now," Mo An smiled brightly, and his tone was much more lazy, "Then there is no need to send a warship to pick me up. I will go back by myself after confirming that Shiki is dead."

Kizaru has already gone up, and Vegapunk will definitely get what he wants. Then who cares about the floating island? Anyway, the headquarters will be responsible for the aftermath.

After hanging up the phone, Mo An looked up and met several pairs of eyes staring at her.

"What are you looking at?" Mo An looked at them innocently, "Why don't you go to help? What if your captain is injured?"

"You are the one who should go up to help!" Jesus Bu couldn't help but complain, but was undoubtedly ignored by Mo An again, "You are so rude."

Mo An took a cigarette from Beckman's hand in a familiar manner, and glanced at Jesus Bu with a casual expression, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Because I hate you. I have never liked men who don't care about their families." She said it bluntly, choking Jesus. Even if she wanted to explain something, Mo An looked like she didn't want to listen.

Mo An sat down half-leaning, looking at the battle in the sky with unfocused eyes.

She didn't hate anything in particular, except for people like Jesus. No matter what his reasons were, no matter how much Usopp admired him as a father, Mo An hated him.

Mo An didn't hate playboys, scumbags or anything else.

The only thing is that as long as you have a family and become a father or mother, you have to take on the responsibility of being a parent.

She did tell Ace before that Roger loved him, but that was just talk. She didn't want Ace to be too disappointed and be too deeply affected by those remarks.

But...

Orphan...

Heh...

She lowered her eyes slightly, exhaled white smoke from her lips and teeth, and lightly tapped her slender fingertips, and the ashes fell.

Beckman looked down at her, not knowing what he was thinking of. He opened his mouth but said something else.

"Do you need the ship's doctor to treat your wound?"

"Huh?"

Mo An raised her head, revealing her snow-white and slender neck. The smoke overflowed with her voice, blurring her bright and beautiful features. Even if their eyes met, they could not see the look in her eyes.

"It's okay. They are all minor injuries. They are not bleeding anymore. If you don't mind, let me use the bathroom."

"You really don't feel nervous at all." After saying that, he turned around and led Mo An, and even found Mo An a new set of clothes and medicine for his wounds.

"So thoughtful~"

Beckman looked at Mo An's back and felt an indescribable strange feeling.

It was indeed much more comfortable to wash away the sticky blood. When Mo An came out, Beckman was still there, and he leaned against the door, as if waiting for Mo An.

"Are you waiting for me on purpose?" Mo An brushed his half-dried long hair back and fixed it with sunglasses.

Mo An's height has grown very fast recently, and he is almost 1.8 meters tall, but there is still no clothes on the ship that fits Mo An's size.

The pants are okay, but Mo An's legs areLong, with a belt around the waist, but the shirt on top is a bit loose. After tucking the hem into the pants, the waist looks even slimmer.

Beckman glanced at her, then retracted his gaze, and walked out with Mo An.

"After all, you haven't been trusted yet. If you make trouble here, the captain will have a headache."

"Hahaha, so you come to see me in person? Don't worry, I won't cause trouble to the lovely people."

They chatted casually, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

When they returned to the beach, the battle was about to come to an end.

Seeing that Shi Ji was hit by Shanks, Mo An rescued him before he fell into the sea.

Pulling the rudder on the back of Shi Ji's head and throwing him on the beach, Mo An naturally took another cigarette from Beckman's hand.

"Girls should stay away from these things."

"You're in a bad mood." Mo An raised his chin and motioned him to light the cigarette.

"An, have you forgotten that you are a marine?" Seeing how Mo An was too familiar with his partner, Shanks was helpless and amused, "And Beck, that guy is just a child."

Seeing Mo An's eyes on Shanks, Beckman cast a sympathetic look at him. He remembered that Mo An's mood became worse after he mentioned the word Gujia.

But Shanks obviously didn't notice Beckman's eyes.

"You've worked so hard just now," Mo An smiled brightly at him, "I always wanted to see you before, but I didn't have time."

"Meet me?"

"Yes," Mo An shook off the ash, and the smoke blurred her eyebrows, "I'm curious, what kind of person is Roger, you grew up on his ship, you must know him very well."

This is the third person Mo An has asked, and he doesn't know what the result will be.

"Captain Roger?"

When Shanks mentions this, he can talk for a long time, especially to a marine who obviously doesn't dislike pirates. Halfway through, he still asked Mo An.

"An, you are really interesting and courageous. Do you want to join us?"

He didn't think there was anything wrong with teasing the navy.

Mo An listened carefully. The cigarette in her hand burned out, leaving a long ash. She didn't answer Shanks's question, but asked: "You really don't know me?"

Shanks was obviously stunned by Mo An's question, "Aren't you a rear admiral? You have a great reputation, hahaha! I haven't seen a navy like you for a long time."

"My name is An, I'm twelve years old now. I was born one year and three months after Roger's death. If I was born normally, I should be ten months older than now."

Shanks didn't understand what Mo An meant by this, and was still waiting for her to continue.

"Ha..." Mo An chuckled with an ambiguous meaning, and the corners of her mouth gradually calmed down, "So you really don't know."

"An, you are talking..." Before she finished asking, a huge force suddenly came from her abdomen, and she disappeared on the spot, and then the sound of collisions continued.

Beckman stopped his excited companion. This was someone else's family affair, and they couldn't get involved.

Moreover... he believed that Mo An was a sensible person.

"Sorry," Mo An gave Beckman an apologetic smile, "I was a little... a little angry with him."