Pirate: They always think that Dover is my CP

Mihawk really wanted to stab Mo An to death, and when his self-restraint met Mo An, he was really angry to the point where he was completely angry.

Mo An said before that he would never summon Mihawk in strange ways again. Although Mihawk didn't quite believe this, Mo An now made it clear that he was deliberately trying to anger him!

Lie to him that she is a dog?

Ah!

Dogs are not as good at lying as she is.

"Don't be so stingy." Mo An shrugged, as if you would kill me if you could, "Who told you to let Shi Ji come over?"

Mihawk is not the only one who holds a grudge.

"Don't add to the irritation!"

After finally getting the two childish guys to calm down, Mo An got his wish and borrowed the phone bug.

When he contacted the headquarters again, the person speaking there was Akainu.

"Polusalino has told you about the previous situation," Mo An's attitude towards him was not much better, "How long do you have to deal with this matter? Shi Ji was almost beaten to death by the red hair and the others. You can’t expect me to steal people from red hair.”

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

"It doesn't matter." Akainu's cold and iron-blooded voice sounded. Even the phone bug who imitated his eyes looked very hard-core. "You are responsible for cleaning up the pirates on Shiji's side. Do it according to your style."

Mo An raised his eyebrows and understood what he meant, "Only Shi Ji is left."

The phone bug imitated Akainu and showed an expression similar to satisfaction, "Polusalino has gone up to check. I will destroy the floating island in ten minutes."

It's him, not the headquarters.

What he means is that he doesn't care what's on the floating island at all, whether there are innocent people. When faced with things that are the opposite of [justice], Akainu has always eradicated them.

"If I had known, I would have called you directly just now," Mo An smiled brightly, and his tone became much lazier, "Then there is no need to send a warship to pick me up. I will go back by myself after confirming Shi Ji's death."

Kizaru has already gone up, and Vegapunk will definitely be able to get what he wants, so 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 looking directly at her.

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

"You are the one who should go up and help, right?" Jesus Bu couldn't help but complained, 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 casually, with a hint of coolness in his eyes.

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

Mo An sat down half-relying, looking at the battle in the sky without focusing his eyes.

There is nothing she particularly hates, except people like Jesus Bu. No matter what reasons he has, no matter how much Usopp admires a father like him, Moan just hates him.

No matter if he is a playboy, a scumbag or anything else, Mo An doesn't hate him.

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

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

but……

orphan……

Ah……

He lowered his eyes slightly, spitting out white smoke from between his lips and teeth, tapping his slender fingertips, and the ash fell down.

Beckman lowered his eyes and looked at her. He didn't know what he was thinking of. When he opened his mouth, he said something else.

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

"what?"

Mo An raised her head, revealing her slender snow-white neck. The smoke overflowed as she spoke, blurring her bright facial features. Even if their eyes met, it was impossible to see the look in her eyes clearly.

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury. It's not bleeding anymore. If you don't mind, you can lend me the bathroom."

"You really don't feel nervous at all." After saying that, he turned around to lead the way for Mo An, and even found a new set of clothes and wound medicine for Mo An.

“It’s so considerate~”

Beckman looked at Mo An's back and felt an inexplicable weird feeling.

It felt much better after the sticky blood was washed away. When Mo An came out, Beckman was still there, leaning against the door as if waiting for Mo An.

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

Mo An's height has grown rapidly recently, reaching almost 1.8 meters recently, but there are still no clothes suitable for Mo An's size on the ship.

The pants were okay. Mo An had long legs and a big waist with a belt, but the shirt on his top was a little baggy. After tucking the hem into the pants, his waist looked slimmer.

Beckman glanced at her, then looked away, and then walked out with Moan.

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

"Hahaha, so are you here to look at me in person? Don't worry, I won't cause trouble to lovely people."

They chatted with each other, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

By the time they returned to the beach, the battle was coming to an end.

Seeing Shi Ji being hit by Shanks, Mo An hurriedly fished the person back out before he fell into the sea.

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

"Girls are better off touching these things less."

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

"An, have you forgotten that you are a marine?" Shanks looked helpless and amused at the way Mo An was overly familiar with his friends, "And Beck, that guy is just a child. "

Seeing Mo An's eyes falling on Shanks, Beckman cast a sympathetic look at him. He remembered that Mo An's mood worsened only after he mentioned the word "Gu family".

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

"Thank you for your hard work just now," Mo An smiled brightly at him, "I have always wanted to meet you before, but I didn't have time."

"see me?"

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

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

"Captain Roger?"

Shanks could talk for a long time when he mentioned this, especially to a marine who obviously didn't dislike pirates. Halfway through, he even asked Mo An.

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

He didn't think there was anything wrong with leaning against the navy at all.

Mo An listened carefully, the cigarette in her hand burned out, leaving a long trail of ash. She did not answer Shanks' words, but asked: "Do you really not know me?"

Shanks was obviously stunned by Mo An's words, "Aren't you a commodore? Your reputation is quite big hahaha! I haven't seen a navy like you for a long time."

"My name is Ann. I am twelve years old now. I was born one year and three months after Roger died. If I were born normally, the month should be ten months older than it is now."

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

"Ha..." Mo An let out a chuckle with unknown meaning, and the raised corners of his mouth gradually calmed down, "So you really don't know."

"An, what are you talking about..." Before he could finish his question, a huge force suddenly came from his abdomen, and the person disappeared in place, followed by continuous crashing sounds.

Beckman stopped his excited companions. This was a family matter and they couldn't get involved.

What's more... he believes that Mo An is a measured person.

"Sorry," Mo An showed an apologetic smile to Beckman, "A little... I made him angry."