After being missing for more than an hour, the location of Blood Sword-Mo Jing reappeared in the navy's sight.

The information was reported through the branches at all levels and was quickly placed in front of Garp.

The white-haired veteran crossed his arms over his chest and laughed loudly: "The navy in the East China Sea is indeed very strong. Don't you think it's Kirby or Belumeber?"

Behind him, a short winter melon with pink hair and a pot-shaped bamboo pole put their hands behind their backs, straightened their backs and said loudly: "Yes!!"

Bogart sat on the sofa nearby, covering his forehead: "It's because that guy didn't intend to conceal his whereabouts!"

Afro, black and white face... what kind of disguise is this?

No matter how you look at it, it must have been an accident!

It would be better to say that this location was chosen quite well...

"A cruise ship... a perfect hostage!" Bogart sighed feebly.

"No, he won't do that!" Garp rejected Bogart's inference.

He looked into the distance with a bit of regret in his tone: "If he were that kind of person, he wouldn't have been beaten so badly by me... What a pity, why is such a person not a navy?"

Bogart lowered his head and looked at the old captain's description of Mo Jing in the intelligence. Apart from the various adjectives added out of fear, he was indeed gentle and considerate. He was even a skilled tool man, just like the person who had originally sent him the message.

The bloody information in his hand almost talks about two people!

"Don't be fooled by appearances, Bogart!" Without looking back, Garp seemed to know what his adjutant was thinking.

"Although it's a pity, a pirate is a pirate. Even Roger back then had a simple and straightforward side, but there were also times when he slaughtered a country's army for his friends."

Speaking of this, he remembered what Mo Jing said to him in the heavy rain - we are all the same, we just have different positions.

This sentence is indeed too narrow, but it is extremely appropriate when it comes to human nature, whether it is the navy, pirates, or even... the revolutionary army.

Everyone just stands on their own side and implements what they think is justice.

Garp's back looked a little tired for a while.

Why isn't he like this?

Upon seeing this, Bogart quickly reviewed his own hesitation.

But Garp just laughed.

The voice was full of energy, as if the fatigue just now was just an illusion.

"Bogart, why do you think that guy didn't bother to hide information? Wasn't he beaten hard enough?" he asked suddenly.

Bogart muttered: "No, he can plan an escape from you, he doesn't look like such a brainless pirate!"

"Then why isn't he afraid?" Garp continued to ask.

Bogart looked at the information in his hand and pondered for a moment: "There are two possibilities!"

"First, someone is helping him, or he has eaten some kind of devil fruit and feels that he can escape from you at any time!"

"Second, maybe he has always had a goal and thinks that as long as he achieves that goal, he can escape from your control. Now..."

He paused, raised his head and looked at Garp: "This goal has almost been achieved!"

"Do you think I can't do anything to him even if I know?" Garp rubbed his short, hard stubble back and forth: "You are underestimated, Bogart!"

He ordered Kebi and others to find a chart, and the two carefully restored the previous pursuit route.

The red route twists and turns in the direction of the windless zone.

If you draw a straight line perpendicular to the windless zone from the position of the warship at this time, you can see that the cruise ship that sent the news is just near the straight line!

"You guessed it right, Bogart!"

Garp slapped the chart with his palm, and when he raised his head, the corners of his mouth were raised high: "Notify all nearby naval branches!"

"Let's teach that kid a lesson on what it means to be happy too early! Hahahahahaha!"

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Mo Jing is sleeping.

He slept in a good posture, neither burping, farting, grinding his teeth, nor rolling around, even the first officer who made several surprise rounds had to sigh, this guy sleeps so peacefully!

The noise outside the cabin couldn't wake him up at all.

And I lay down for 12 hours without leaving any fatigue for the next day!

When he walked out of the cabin, it was already noon on the second day. He yawned loudly and felt that his mind was particularly clear, and he even had the illusion that his body had become lighter.

Even the sailors who looked busy around them became cute.

It's a pity that others don't see him that way.

It was meal time and everyone was extremely busy, and the chef's roar could be heard even from the cabin.

In such a busy scene, Mo Jing, an idler, is particularly eye-catching!

The stubborn chef thought he was an eyesore, but he felt vaguely familiar. I just remembered that yesterday, didn't this guy claim to be able to make sashimi?

Call him over immediately.

Chef: "Can you make sashimi?"

Mo Jing: "Nothing!"

Hum!

The head chef snorted coldly,

Who can work on this cruise ship who is not a chef?

With the reputation of this cruise ship, every year, I don’t know how many people grab the spot of being a cook.

You can enter a kitchen of this level and look so rash, do you think you are a sea devil?

"Go and help in the kitchen!" He said with a straight face: "Wash your face and let Ernai find some clothes for you. I don't want the guests to see a naked man working in the kitchen!"

Mo Jing took a look at himself and saw that he was wearing a pair of trousers after all. Even though he had changed from long trousers to shorts, he was still not a naked man!

But he was in a good mood now, and everything he looked at was cute. Even the head chef's sullen face seemed a bit arrogant, so he scurried into the kitchen.

If you say you work to earn ferry tickets, work to earn ferry tickets!

Is he, Mo Jing, a person who doesn't keep his word?

Besides, isn't he going in the direction he wants?

There is still some distance from the windless zone here. For safety reasons, this cruise ship will not get too close to the windless zone.

But that's enough distance for Mo Jing to run over with Shao.

Now, being idle is also idle...

The kitchen was not complicated, and Mo Jing quickly found a kitchen assistant named Ernai.

Ernai's full name is Ernai Tomi. He looks to be only eleven or twelve years old. He is completely a child laborer. After hearing Mo Jing's request, he immediately found him a chef's outfit.

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It's a little too big, but fortunately Mo Jing doesn't have any requirements for clothes, as long as he can wear them.

He washed his face, and the small corner soon became busy.

Soon, Mo Jing showed off his amazing knife skills. Gentle ripples of light flowed from the fish on the chopping board. The fish skeletons that came back from under his knife looked happy and told other fish about their disaster.

The story of Yu Sheng scared many of the same kind in the pond.

It's a pity that this small corner is too remote and everyone in the kitchen is too busy. Only one person saw all this in the whole process.

Ernai's jaw dropped to the ground when he saw it.

After a long time, he stammered: "Hai...Sea Demon Master?"

As we all know, Master Sea Demon is famous in the chef world for his highly ornamental fish-solving techniques and the ultimate experience brought by the "Six-Medium Sea Demon".

Apart from the legendary Sea Demon Master, who else can achieve such a miraculous sword skill?

No...it's even a hundred times more magical than he imagined!

Is this really possible for humans?

Ernai was so fascinated that he didn't even notice the fish on the cutting board jumping back into the pond.

Fortunately, Mo Jing's speed was extremely fast, and the amount of seafood handled by one person was far more than that of two or even three people, so no one noticed anything unusual here.

"Shh!" Mo Jing made a silent gesture to Ernai.

He doesn't want to compete with the chefs here anymore. Every chef who comes has to compete with him. Sooner or later, he will be exhausted!

"Are you really the Sea Demon Master?" Ernai lowered his voice and asked again in a low voice, with uncontrollable surprise in his tone.

"It doesn't look like it?" Even as he spoke, Mo Jing did not stop handling the seafood.

It had been a long time since he had felt the feeling of plundering the souls of fish in large numbers, and he somewhat missed these little Doudou whose souls were only in single digits.

Perhaps because of the improvement in the level of "Soul Refining", now his chances of obtaining a complete fish soul have greatly increased, and he has saved five or six complete souls in just a few words.

"No... no, it's too similar, no, I mean... exactly the same! No..." Ernai was so excited that he was incoherent: "If it weren't for the lack of clothes and the strange hairstyle, I would definitely recognize him at the first sight.
To be continued...