Moore boarded the Golden Lion, but since he wasn't officially a member of the navy, he couldn't be treated as such. So they left him on the ship to do as he pleased.

Aside from some important places that cannot be visited, Moore can visit almost anywhere.

However, more often than not, he made an exception and entered Kuro's office.

This isn't because Kuro believes in metaphysics and wants Moore to use his bad luck to force him to achieve his goal; it's not like that at all.

However, the messenger he selected needed to be familiar with some procedures, that's all.

Inside the office, Kuro looked at the man standing at the door, who seemed to be dutifully performing his duties.

"Tell me, how long have you been in the new world?"

No response.

Moore's eyes were open, as if he were gazing at something, his eyes fixed on one direction, without moving.

"Moore?"

"Hmph... Ha..."

A snoring sound came from Moore's nose, and his head bobbed up and down as a snot bubble popped out of his nostril.

A vein bulged on Kuro's forehead, and with a flick of his finger, the pen on the table flew up and stabbed straight at Moore.

*Smack*

The pen tip punctured his snot bubble and went all the way into his nostril.

"Aww!"

Moore cried out in pain, reached back to touch his nose, and pulled the pen out.

"Ah... Lieutenant General Kuro, I'm on guard duty." He paused for a moment, then said with a serious expression.

"Do you think I'm blind?"

Kuro raised an eyebrow, waved his hand helplessly, and said, "You better watch yourself. You're not a Marine yet."

Moore is incredibly lazy, ridiculously lazy.

During these past few days of sailing on the high seas, even Kuro had heard of it.

He mostly slept on the boat, or just lay there looking at the sky, looking quite melancholy, but when you asked him anything, his mind went blank.

And it's incredibly greasy. Even Kikyo, who can't hear Moore clearly, would say something like, "You don't need oil to cook."

Sloppy, dirty, and greasy, just like a middle-aged man who has lost his dreams... Sorry, no need to say "just like," this is exactly what a middle-aged man who has lost his dreams looks like.

"I asked you how long you stayed in the new world."

"A few months, not that long."

Moore yawned and said, "The plan was to use Grand Harbor as a base and expand outwards. Saintess... no, Salia thought that it would be easier for us to do things if we took care of the people nearby first, and of course, it was also to target you."

Saliah had a plan; he didn't simply find a place to rest.

They are indeed targeting the vicinity of G-3.

There weren't many pirates near G-3 to begin with, and the navy at its base was renowned, giving it considerable deterrent power over pirates.

If they can eliminate all the marines in G-3, and then deal with the pirates in the vicinity, this area will fall into their hands. Then they can slowly exert influence on the surrounding areas.

However, before the first step was even completed, Kuro came knocking on their door.

"That's quite an idea..."

Hearing Moore's words, Kuro shook his head and said disdainfully, "That's a bit naive. Once the Navy finds out about this, they certainly won't let it go. Once we realize what's happening, no matter who they send, things won't end well."

Even if Kuro wasn't here, once headquarters sensed something was wrong and sent a lieutenant general, their exposure would be inevitable sooner or later.

Even if Saliya was lucky enough to influence a vice admiral with his abilities, the vice admiral's abnormality was still discovered by headquarters.

Those who arrive then will be the elite.

At that time, Saliyah will still be doomed.

If we don't collapse soon, the general will be coming.

"You've been in the New World for a few months now. Do you know if there are any pirates or other things to watch out for around here?" Kuro asked.

Moore thought for a moment and said, "No, the area around G-3 is quite safe. But other places... the pirates in the New World are different from ordinary pirate crews. These pirates are terrifying. Almost every pirate who survives in the New World has his own territory."

That's true.

Unlike the pirate crews in Paradise or the Four Seas, the pirates of the New World are quite different.

Unlike the way you start with a ship and gain fame by stealing, the New World is much more dangerous, even though both are done in the same way.

Almost every pirate faction here has its own territory.

Centered on their territory, they radiate outwards to form criminal groups.

The largest criminal organization is the 'Four Emperors', whose power is the strongest in the New World.

However, the others should not be underestimated either.

Those who can still wield power under the noses of the Navy and the Four Emperors are not to be trifled with.

"Do you know who the pirates who bombarded G-3 were?" Kuro asked.

"Huh? Was G-3 bombarded? Or by pirates?"

Moore paused for a moment, "That place, isn't that the territory of the naval hero Garp?"

Even if he doesn't pay much attention to major events at sea, he still knows who Garp is.

"I've stepped down, and this place is mine now."

Kuro pulled out a box of cigars, took one out and tossed it to Moore, then took another one out and lit it himself. Sparks appeared at the end of the cigar, and a puff of smoke came out of his mouth.

"I've lost face, I'll have to find a way to get it back. Otherwise, if news of G-3 being bombarded spreads, those pirates will definitely get restless, and in that situation..."

"Ugh...that sounds so annoying."

Moore picked up on Kuro's words, gave a thumbs up, and grinned, "I understand you!"

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