Pirate: I'm an admiral now, what's wrong with taking a little extra money?

"The hardships of life are always similar. I just borne this burden earlier than my friends."

The dancer didn't understand, but thought it sounded really impressive.

Kuzan watched the dancer giggle in Kane's arms, then glanced at the two amber-colored glasses of spirits the bartender had brought over—the liquid still had a cluster of eerie blue flames floating on it, clearly indicating an alarmingly high alcohol content.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice trembled slightly: "Kane... Kane, this... this isn't right, is it? We didn't come here to..."

"shallow!"

Kane shook his head in anguish, pointing to the glass of strong liquor that had just been served, its surface gleaming with blue flames.

"Kuzan, do you think they're drinking alcohol?"

"What they drink is homesickness, the loneliness of not being able to reunite with their families! Every sip is a burning longing in their hearts!"

Kane pointed to the drunken crowd around him: "Why are they laughing? Because if they don't laugh, the weight of reality will make them cry! This helplessness of drowning sorrows in alcohol, this bleak forced smile—how can you understand it if you don't drink it all up?!"

These words, coupled with Kane's compassionate expression, left the bartender, who was wiping glasses, completely dumbfounded.

The bartender froze in mid-air, staring at the bottle in his hand, lost in deep self-doubt: "Am I really selling something this profound? I always thought I was selling watered-down fake liquor..."

The simple-minded Kuzan was even more deeply shocked.

Oh, I see! I was oversimplifying things!

"I...I understand!"

Kuzan gritted his teeth, picked up the still-burning glass of liquor, and his eyes blazed with fury: "For justice!"

He suddenly tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"Cough! Cough cough cough—!!!"

The spicy liquor burned his throat all the way to his stomach, and Kuzan's face instantly turned a deep liver color, tears streaming down his face as he coughed.

"Cough cough cough... It's so... so spicy..."

"Can you feel it?"

Kane leaned closer, his expression concerned, but his hands were not idle. He skillfully pinched the dancer's waist, enjoying the small amount of "disciplinary value +1" that kept popping up from the system.

Kuzan coughed violently while nodding frantically.

He could definitely feel it; he felt like his internal organs were about to be burned through!

Is this the suffering of people at the bottom of society?

That's...that's terrifying!

Kane looked at Kuzan's miserable state, inwardly laughing his head off, but his face was filled with sorrow.

He picked up his glass, took an elegant sip, and let the rich aroma of the wine fill his mouth.

"Young man, since you're in so much pain, how about I help you and ease some of it?"

The dancer who had been sitting on Kane's lap waved with a grin, and another red-haired dancer, dressed even more scantily, immediately came over, winked at Kuzan, and reached out to wipe the wine stains from the corner of his mouth.

Kuzan shuddered in fright and waved his hands repeatedly, "No...no need, I...I can still hold on!"

"Kuzan, don't refuse!"

Kane spoke at the opportune moment, his tone serious.

"Look how kind this young lady is, willing to help us. This is their professional ethics, and their way of surviving in this cruel world. By refusing her, you are denying her value in life. Is this your idea of ​​justice?"

"Huh? This..." Kuzan was completely confused.

"Open your heart, Kuzan. Only through deep communication can you truly understand."

And so, the next half hour was a complete collapse and reshaping of Kuzan's worldview.

He watched Kane move with the ease of a socialite on the dance floor.

One moment he's befriending a burly pirate, uncovering several black market locations; the next he's discussing the "origin of life" with a heavily made-up prostitute, making the girls swoon.

The most outrageous thing is that this guy even went to the gambling table and played a few rounds, winning a huge amount of money. Then, with a pained expression, he said to the gamblers who were blinded by their losses, "Money is the root of all evil. I took it away to purify your souls."

Kuzan huddled in a corner, clutching an empty wine glass, surrounded by two dancers who wanted to grope him. He felt like a husky that had wandered into a pack of wolves—weak, pitiful, and helpless.

At that moment, Kane glanced at the wall clock.

Four o'clock in the morning.

"The time is almost right."

Kane made an excuse to pee and slipped away to the back alley.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, took out a Den Den Mushi from his pocket, and skillfully dialed a number.

“Brubrubrubru… Brubrubrubru…”

Chapter 6: Reporting Himself Backfires! Teacher Zephyr Kicks Down the Door Himself!

"Crack!"

The Den Den Mushi mimicked a serious face, and a steady voice rang out: "Naval Headquarters Night Duty Room."

Kane immediately pinched his nose and shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Report...report! I am a concerned citizen of Marineford! I...I have seen something incredible!"

"please say."

"I saw two cadets from the elite naval training camp! Right there in that 'Sea Sweetheart' place, the biggest kiln... cough cough, the red-light district!"

Kane's voice was extremely exaggerated: "They were having a blast inside, with women on both sides! That big guy was completely drunk and even said that naval discipline is nothing! It's utterly morally bankrupt and ruins the reputation of the Navy!"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, as if they were stunned by the explosive news.

"Are you sure you're a student from the elite training camp?"

"It's true! A tall, curly-haired guy and a really handsome blond kid!"

Kane betrayed himself and Kuzan without hesitation, "If you don't come soon, the Navy will lose all face! I heard that Admiral Zephyr is extremely strict about discipline, and if he finds out about this..."

What would happen if we found out?

A cold and angry voice suddenly came from the Den Den Mushi.

That sound...

Kane's smile froze.

Oh no! It's Zephyr himself! He's actually on night duty in the room tonight?!

"Uh... I see... He'll be very pleased, because he has such responsible citizens supervising him..." Kane's mind raced as he tried to smooth things over.

"is it?"

Zephyr showed no emotional fluctuation, but Kane sensed a terrifying aura.

“This ‘helpful citizen’, your voice sounds very familiar.”

"I also remember the one you mentioned—'a really handsome blond guy'."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

"Click".

The Den Den Mushi was disconnected.

Kane held the sleeping Den Den Mushi, a bead of cold sweat beading on his forehead, but a wild grin spread across his face.

They went too far...

but……

"This is what you call exciting!"

Kane's eyes lit up again.

"With Zefa personally making the arrest, the 'witness coefficient' is absolutely off the charts! This disciplinary penalty is likely to skyrocket!"

He quickly adjusted his mindset, put on his compassionate expression again, and walked back to the tavern as if nothing had happened.

I had only been sitting down for less than ten minutes.

Seeing Kuzan's desperate expression as he was cornered by the red-haired dancer, I realized...

Sudden--

"boom--!!!"

A loud bang!

The two thick oak doors of "Sea Sweetheart," along with half a wall, instantly turned into a shower of wood chips that shot out in all directions!

The terrifying shockwave sent several bodyguards flying from the doorway.

The entire venue fell silent instantly. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared in horror at the doorway.

Amidst the billowing dust, a towering figure stood against the light.

His short, purple hair stood on end, like a lion with its mane bristling. Black Armament Haki, like flames, coiled around his thick arms, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

Admiral "Black Arm" Zephyr of the Navy Headquarters!

Zefa's gaze swept across the entire room in an instant, accurately locking onto two figures sitting at the bar.

When he saw the blond boy, holding a drink, with a dancer beside him, and even a hint of undisguised "enjoyment" on his face.

Zefa felt his blood rush to his head!

That bastard!

He was the one who acted mysteriously and reported me on the phone just now!

Two figures appeared beside Zefa.

A tall, thin man wearing sunglasses adjusted his glasses, a lewd smile playing on his lips, clearly enjoying the spectacle: "Oh my gosh~ Professor Zephyr is getting serious~ How terrifying~"

A man with a cigar in his mouth, a face as cold and stern as a rock, and dressed in a dark red suit, looked at the lewd scene before him with brows furrowed so deeply they could crush a seagull.

Borsalino! Sakazuki!

The three future generals are all here!

"Clap."