Chapter 6, Modes of Communication
The means of communication between pirates and the navy, apart from the cooperation under the title of the Seven Warlords, is a matter of life and death. Clearly, Donquixote Doflamingo is unwilling to accept the title of the Seven Warlords, thus leaving only the option of resolving matters through force
Indeed, a little rascal who hasn't even grown all his hair yet
The door was knocked on urgently, Mo Mo glanced lightly at the door, stood up, and went to open it
"I want her," Mo Mo said, looking indifferently at Naf.
Mo Mo tilted her head to avoid the outstretched finger, her indifferent gaze devoid of any warmth as she looked at the pirate before her, "Step aside"
Mo Mo listened to Naf's words, her eyes slightly moved as she looked at the girl behind her, "Is that so?" This was completely different from what her father had said
Mo Mo walked straight through a person without glancing aside, directly jumping onto the stage. She grabbed the arm of the shrinking girl and began to descend. For a moment, the newcomers did not react, but when they realized it was Mo Mo's pirates, they quickly regained their senses and surrounded her. The girl being pulled by Mo Mo was so frightened that she pressed tightly against Mo Mo's back, resembling a little white rabbit that had been startled.
The girl did not expect that Mo Mo would actually grab her and kick someone, her face turning pale with fear
It turns out that this man is a shop owner. Just now, a group of pirates were eating in his shop, and his seventeen-year-old daughter was helping out. Unexpectedly, she caught the attention of the pirates, who forcibly took her away. In the past, these defenseless commoners would have had no choice but to plead desperately or swallow their grievances. However, this morning, Mo Mo single-handedly defeated a long-standing arrogant individual, who was also a member of the navy, and this incident quickly spread throughout the entire island. The shop owner, left with no options, came to see if Mo Mo could help.
Mo Mo remained as expressionless as ever, extremely indifferent, "Step aside."
an obstruction
Mo Mo cast a faint glance at her. Although she had no hands, she still had feet. Suddenly, Mo Mo grabbed the shoulder of the girl behind her and lifted her up as her face turned pale. In mid-air, she made a turn, and her feet landed squarely on the face of the pirate who was lunging at her, instantly kicking the pirate back into the crowd.
Mo Mo is an invisible slacker. Although she cannot compare to Uncle Kuzan, she absolutely will not pay attention to any troublesome matters as long as they do not reach her ears or eyes. At the same time, Mo Mo is also a very responsible person. Now, bearing the title of Navy Justice, she will not refuse any requests for help from the citizens.
Without the need to drill soldiers and without the days of sailing at sea, it can actually be quite boring to speak of
"If you don't mind, please allow me to resolve this issue using the communication style between the navy and pirates." Mo Mo's language has always been either extremely arrogant or excessively polite, yet it is always so indifferent that even politeness comes across as incredibly arrogant
Suddenly, the entire audience burst into laughter, "Who does she think she is? Haha ... ... "
Oh! This bitch is still so arrogant! Let me tell you, don't refuse a toast and end up drinking a punishment instead!" The man said, his face contorted in a fierce expression as he lunged towards Mo Mo.
Who is this girl? There are many pirate crews under Doflamingo, and not everyone has seen Momo.
And evidently, he has come to the right place
Mo Mo's gaze seemed to glide over a glimmer of cold light, yet it also felt as if there was nothing at all. Just as she was about to make a move, she realized that her hand was tightly held back by the girl behind her, who exclaimed, "So scary".
Naf seemed unable to suppress a mocking smile, "You really are quite arrogant, to say such things on someone else's territory."
Mo Mo furrowed her brows slightly, reached out to grab his arm, and pulled him up. "What is it? Speak up. I am a navy officer, representing justice. If there is something to discuss, just say it directly; there is no need for this."
Mo Mo's indifferent eyes narrowed slightly, "If you dare to deceive me..." The sentence was left unfinished, yet the hint of danger was quite evident; Mo Mo despised being deceived the most
The girl shrank back in fear, her eyes flickering slightly as she lowered her head and remained silent
The night sky was dotted with stars, and Mo Mo sat on the balcony with a cup of coffee placed on the table. In her hand, she held the morning newspaper delivered by the newsbird, her white glasses perched on her nose, seemingly softening some of the indifference in her eyes and adding a touch of elegance and refinement.
However, Naf unexpectedly curled her lips and spoke, "Such trivial matters do not require making a big fuss that disturbs our leader's rest. How about this, let's play a game: if you win, I will let you take the person away"
The person was taken aback upon hearing this, as this island had long been occupied by the Don Quixote Pirates, and he had never witnessed a naval landing or seen any navy, let alone any justice. Hearing Mo Mo's words at this moment, he naturally found it somewhat hard to believe. He nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, yes, that is how it is..."
Mo Mo looked at the building in front of her, which appeared completely different from those outside the district. According to the information, Don Quixote Doflamingo is the wealthiest pirate in the entire Grand Line. It certainly seems to be the case, as she had never seen a pirate build such a high-end leisure club in a small town for these raucous pirates to enjoy.
The girl, frightened, shrank back behind Momo.
"Are you, are you the Navy?" The one knocking on the door was an ordinary citizen, now drenched in sweat. Upon seeing Mo Mo nod, he immediately knelt down, saying, "Please, I beg you, help me, I implore you, I beg you!"
"Even for a Navy officer, you are meddling too much," Nafu's voice rang out as the pirates immediately parted to make way. Dressed in a red bikini on top and wrapped in a light red veil below, Nafu approached with a sensual stride, her arms crossed over her chest. Looking at Lanying, her mature and alluring face bore an icy gaze. "This woman's father lost all his savings gambling here before sending his daughter over. Do not forget that this island belongs to us pirates. You, as a Navy officer, have no right to impose your ridiculous sense of justice here"
Knock knock knock
The ball lay on the side, snoring in sleep, its round body with short limbs sprawled out, revealing the only patch of white fur on its soft, fluffy belly that was not a tender yellow.
"No, that's not it. My father used to not gamble... Please, please save me. Aren't you in the Navy? Save me!" The girl looked at Mo Mo with tear-filled eyes, her anxiety revealing a sense of entitlement, as if Mo Mo, bearing the title of a Navy officer, should disregard the strength of the hundred pirates present and rescue her.
The gaze was fixed on the girl who was thrown onto the stage in the hall on the first floor, trembling in fear and shedding tears. Below, the pirates seemed to revel in this scene, some whistling, others clapping, and even a few making lewd and filthy gestures... In short, most pirates are nothing more than murderous, plundering rogues, not much different from the gangs on land; they simply operate at sea, many sailing under the banner of dreams, in pursuit of the legendary treasure left behind by Gol D. Roger.
As soon as the door was pushed open, a wave of foul air rushed towards me, causing my brows to furrow slightly
Ah, is this not that naval officer? What brings you here, to play with me?" As he spoke, the man reached out his hand towards Mo Mo's face, having never seen such a beautiful woman before; if he could have her beneath him, it would surely be delightful
The bustling bars and casinos within the pirate district are filled with lively characters, creating an atmosphere of extraordinary excitement, resembling a gathering place for all walks of life.