I collect everything in the One Piece world.

"Understood." She stubbed out her cigarette and carefully put away the wanted poster. "My supplies have almost been replenished. I'll find an opportunity to make contact and see what kind of person this collector is."

……

In the East China Sea, in Loguetown, at the Navy branch headquarters, Smoker's office was shrouded in smoke more intensely than ever before.

Smoker snapped the cigar in his mouth with a "crack," and the butt fell onto the table, leaving a charred mark.

He stared intently at the newspaper in his hand, still smelling of ink. It contained a bounty of 280 million Berries on Morsen's head, as well as reports about his attack on the naval branch, the murder of Captain Rat, and the destruction of warships. Every single one of these reports made the veins on his forehead throb.

“That bastard… he’s only been gone a few days?!” Smoker forced out the words through gritted teeth.

He knew that Morsen was not a peaceful person, but he did not expect the efficiency and scale of the trouble he caused to be so exaggerated!

Navy Captain Rat... Although Smoker also looked down on that guy, he was a Navy officer, an officer representing the World Government. How could Morsen just kill him so blatantly?!

What angered him even more was another wanted poster in the newspaper: "The Devil's Child" Nico Robin.

"It's her! No wonder she looked familiar!" Smoker slammed his fist on the table.

Nico Robin, the infamous orphan of Ohara, has been wanted by the World Government for twenty years!

Mosen is actually hanging out with her?! This guy's background is getting more and more complicated.

Tashigi stood to the side, holding Morsen's bounty poster in her hand, her expression complicated.

She couldn't believe that Mr. Morsen, who had chatted and laughed with her in Loguetown, given her a sword tassel, and encouraged her to pursue her dreams, could be a madman who attacked the navy and indiscriminately killed innocent people without reason.

“Colonel Smoker,” Tashigi hesitated for a moment before speaking, “I think there must be a reason for this. The rat colonel’s reputation doesn’t seem to be very good within the East Blue Navy…”

"Could it be that he did something, like the rumors say, that Mr. Morsen..." She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Mosen wouldn't attack the Navy without a reason; that rat colonel must have done something outrageous.

Smoker exhaled a puff of smoke in frustration. He knew all too well that if something had happened, there must be a reason.

But knowing this is one thing, Mosen's method of directly killing people still seriously provoked the Navy's authority and order.

The reason he was so conflicted was that on the one hand, he felt that Morsen was right, but on the other hand, he felt that it was somewhat inappropriate.

"Whatever the reason, it's a fact that he killed the naval captain!" Smoker said in a deep voice, but the anger in his tone seemed to have subsided somewhat, replaced by a stubbornness.

"If he's going to the Grand Line, he'll eventually have to go back to Loguetown! When that happens, I'll definitely ask him about it in person!"

……

The Grand Line, Sabaody Archipelago, Shakky's Bar.

The afternoon sun shone through the colorful bubbles, casting a mesmerizing light and shadow inside the bar.

Riley sat at the bar, a glass of rum in one hand and the newly issued wanted poster in the other. Looking at Morsen's young and sharp face and the several female companions with different styles beside him, a gratified and amused smile appeared on his face.

"This kid... he's growing up even faster than I imagined." Rayleigh took a sip of his drink and clicked his tongue in praise: "Two hundred and eighty million, and he's caused such a stir in the East China Sea, and found so many interesting partners."

Shakky, elegantly wiping a wine glass beside her, glanced at the wanted poster upon hearing this and chuckled, "Nicole Robin... she's a little girl who gives the World Government a real headache."

"Add to that your troublesome disciple, and together they'll probably become a major problem for the World Government for a long time to come."

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something and added, "Speaking of which, the 'Animal Alliance' on the island has been getting more and more active lately."

"Although Chief Black Cat is no longer here, his name is still very well-known."

On the Sabaody Archipelago, a loose group of people inspired by the actions of Black Cat Sheriff spontaneously formed.

They wear various animal masks and specialize in fighting human trafficking and other shady dealings. Because of their diverse membership and unpredictable whereabouts, they are known as the "Animal Alliance."

"When he returns to Sabaody and sees this scene, he'll probably be shocked," Shakky thought, laughing as she imagined the scene.

Rayleigh laughed heartily and downed his drink in one gulp: "Surprised? I think he'll be quite pleased!"

"This shows that what he did, the 'seeds' he left behind, are really sprouting and influencing others."

He stroked his chin, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Speaking of which, I'm feeling a bit itchy today. Shakky, what mask do you think would be best for me? A lion? Or a tiger?"

……

Calm Zone, Amazon Lily, waters near Snake Island.

The giant serpent towed the Kuja Pirates' ship, sailing smoothly through the Calm Belt.

On the deck, Lali was enthusiastically spreading out the freshly printed newspapers, carefully cutting out Mawson's wanted poster with scissors, and then carefully pasting it into her thick, treasured notebook filled with various clippings and sketches.

The first few pages of the notebook had a blurry silhouette of "Black Cat Detective" and news reports pasted on it, with a few small stars and smiley faces drawn in watercolor next to it.

She watched with great interest as she pasted the stickers, her little face full of excitement and pride. Brother Mosen is truly the best!

On the throne high atop the ship, Empress Boa Hancock rested her chin on her hand, unconsciously biting her slender index finger.

Her gaze would sometimes drift to Larry, who was busy on the deck below, and sometimes fall back to the two wanted posters placed side by side on the table in front of her.

On the left is a wanted poster for Sheriff Black Cat, whose figure is somewhat dazed and wearing a black cat mask.

On the right is a wanted poster for collector Blackmores, whose features are clearly visible and whose eyes are sharp.

Although Lali kept her mouth shut and never revealed the true identity of "Black Cat Sheriff," she always vaguely referred to him as "benefactor" or "a very capable and good person."

But Hancock, relying on her intuition and some inexplicable, subtle feeling, increasingly felt that the two people were actually the same person.

"Hmph..." Hancock snorted softly, a hint of displeasure and inquiry showing on her beautiful face.

That damned old man Rayleigh, last time I subtly asked him, he just laughed it off and wouldn't say anything.

"That damned Rayleigh... I'll definitely rip his nose off next time we meet!" Hancock muttered, her gaze falling once more on Morsen's wanted poster. A hint of anger crossed her stunning face, and a complex, enigmatic light flickered in her beautiful eyes.

……

Grand Line, Marine Headquarters, Marineford

The atmosphere was heavy in Marshal Sengoku's office. The latest bounty poster and a detailed report on the East Blue Incident lay on the table.

"When did this troublesome fellow appear in the East China Sea again?" Sengoku rubbed his aching temples. "This sea area is really unstable."

Garp: "Click click click!"

"This guy clearly started out in the Grand Line, so why is he causing trouble back in the East Blue? What's the deal with this area...?"

Garp: "Click click click!"

"Killing Crocodile can be considered as a target hunted by pirate hunters, but attacking a Marine branch and killing a colonel is a completely different matter."

"What's more, Nico Robin is actually on his ship too..."

Garp: "Click click click!"

"Damn Garp! Are you even listening to me? Can you stop eating? And where did you get your senbei?!" Sengoku roared furiously at Garp on the sofa.

Upon hearing this, Garp swallowed the senbei in his mouth and said nonchalantly, "Hey! It's just a little guy, what's there to worry about?"

"This proves that our Donghai region is a land of outstanding people and abundant talent! Hahahaha!"

"Thump!" Sengoku slammed his fist on the table and stood up: "So, all this talent is turned into criminals?! Killing the navy?!"

"It's just killing a scumbag, what's the big deal? I would have done the same if I were in the East Blue," Garp said nonchalantly.

“You… sigh…” Sengoku shook his head and sighed: “If you have nothing to do, go keep an eye on those Four Emperors, don’t keep an eye on my Senbei. The New World has changed, and those pirates are restless too.”

"As for this collector, forget it. Have the people in the G2 and G5 branches keep an eye out for him. If they find him entering the Grand Line, report it immediately."

“Surveillance in the East China Sea, especially near Rogge Town, needs to be strengthened.”

Chapter 87, Frost Moon Village, Uninvited Guest Belobetti

A few days later, the dock in Shimotsuki Village welcomed several visitors whose style was somewhat different from that of the peaceful fishing village.

Mosen and his companions disembarked from the boat and looked around curiously.

"Let's find a place to eat first, and while we're at it, let's find out the exact location of that dojo," Mo Sen suggested.

Although they came primarily for kendo, satisfying their appetites and experiencing the island's charm were equally important.

The group quickly found a clean and tidy-looking restaurant nearby.

The entire structure is made of wood, with warm curtains hanging inside, and the aroma of food constantly wafts out from within.

Mosen and his group chose a window seat and ordered some local specialties.

While waiting for the food, Mo Sen waved over a somewhat shy-looking waitress.

"Hello, excuse me," Mosen said with a friendly smile. "Excuse me, is there a famous dojo in the village, with a master named Shimotsuki Koshiro? We've come from afar and would like to pay him a visit. Do you know how to get there?"

The waitress blushed slightly at Mo Sen's handsome appearance and gentle attitude. Just as she was about to give directions, a cheerful, slightly sassy, ​​and somewhat languid female voice suddenly interrupted from the side.

"Are you looking for the Isshin Dojo?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall and hot woman leaning against the restaurant entrance.

She had neat, short, purple hair that reached her ears, and wore a striking red top hat with goggles on the side and a long red tassel trailing behind.

A pair of burgundy round sunglasses covered part of his eyes, but added to his mystery and unruliness.

Her attire was even bolder, with only an open red long-sleeved vest on her upper body, seemingly naked underneath. Her healthy wheat-colored skin and proud curves were faintly visible under the open vest, exuding a wild beauty.

He wore a red tie casually around his neck and bright yellow leather gloves on his hands.

Her long red skirt swayed gently with her movements, and she wore red and white striped stockings and high-heeled red boots, which made her already slender legs look even more perfect.

She was like a walking red flame, creating a stark contrast with the ancient and tranquil atmosphere of Frostmoon Village.

It was Belo Betty, the commander of the Eastern Army of the Revolutionary Army.

She seemed to treat herself as if she were one of the guests, walking straight over with her high heels making a crisp "clack-clack" sound on the wooden floor. She pulled out an empty chair next to Mosen and sat down casually.

He then casually pulled a slender cigarette from his pocket, lit it with practiced ease, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a pale white smoke ring.

The waitress, who was about to answer Morsen's question, blushed instantly when she saw Belo Betty's sexy and unrestrained outfit and bold demeanor. She let out a flustered "Ah!" and hurriedly retreated with her head down, forgetting to even point out the way.

At the dining table, the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat subtle, even stagnant for a second or two.

Mosen and the others all turned their gazes to this uninvited guest with a distinctive style.

Mosen was initially taken aback, but quickly turned to scrutiny with great interest.

That iconic red hat, purple hair, open vest...tsk, I never expected to see the commander of the Revolutionary Army's Eastern Army here.

Although this character didn't appear much in the original work, Mosen remembered him very clearly because his "style" was so unique.

As for what "style" it is, those who know, know; those who don't, just search it up and you'll understand.