Pirate: I was just slacking off, do you really think I'm bad?

Blub Blub... Blub Blub...

The sound of a Den Den Mushi (a type of electric slug) made the flying squirrel, who was training, stop what it was doing.

"Moshi moshi, I am a flying squirrel."

"What's up, Raleigh? You rarely call me at this time."

I looked up at the sky; it was only a little past seven in the morning, just the time for breakfast.

"Is Bellemere still with you?"

Raleigh's voice came through the Den Den Mushi, faintly revealing a hint of excitement.

"I'm here, what's up? You seem pretty excited."

The flying squirrel was completely bewildered, wondering what was wrong with Raleigh so early in the morning, and what kind of medicine he was selling.

Bellemere was, of course, in branch 133.

However, due to the special nature of her identity, she has not yet appeared at the branch's base.

Instead, it was at a training camp in the wild for Branch 133.

Admiral Zephyr was also there, mainly studying Bellmeyer's Naval Type 6.

He wanted to bypass Raleigh and teach the Navy a simplified version of the Six Styles of the Navy by observing the move directly.

"Here's the thing, I have a plan, which I'll send to you via special telegram later. This matter requires the cooperation of Bellemere, you, and Professor Zephyr."

"What's causing such a commotion? Even Professor Zefa has to get involved."

"You'll find out later. Don't make this public for now. Take the telegram to Professor Zephyr and Bellemere."

"The plan will be implemented in about three hours. I will have someone issue you an arrest warrant, and you will use it to arrest Bellemehr."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, the flying squirrel was still completely confused. He could only return to the base and wait for Raleigh's telegram.

"Branch leader, a telegram from Beihai!"

The intelligence officer hurriedly placed a telegram on the flying squirrel's desk. The flying squirrel opened the safe, took out a codebook written by Raleigh, and began to translate it.

That's it!

The flying squirrel looked as if it had just realized something.

After memorizing the translated telegram, he activated the power of the Mist-Mist Fruit, transforming the original document into pulp.

Just as the flying squirrel finished packing everything and was about to leave, the messenger knocked on the door.

"Branch Chief, there is a handwritten order from the Admiral."

"Enter."

The flying squirrel was very curious about what orders the admiral would give him at this time, so he couldn't wait to take them into his hands.

It really is!

Order to arrest Bellemere!

The flying squirrel knew that Raleigh was going to get someone to issue a warrant for his arrest, but he didn't expect the warrant to come so quickly.

It's very likely that the letter was written and sent over before he even called him.

Momonga tucked the warrant into his pocket, put on the Navy Justice Cloak, and solemnly tied Dojigiri Yasutsuna around his waist before preparing to depart.

The origin of this order is quite simple; it was indeed a secret order issued by the Admiral of the East China Sea Navy.

Because last night, Raleigh made a phone call to the admiral.

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"Hey, is that you, Little Lori? What's up so late?"

The admiral and Raleigh had a good relationship; when Raleigh was in the East Blue, he would often send him spoils of war. (Who says the navy doesn't accept gifts?)

These are all thoughtfully prepared local delicacies. (Steamed pearls in clear broth, braised red shrimp on a golden plate, etc.)

Anyway, after Raleigh left, the admiral missed him very much and hoped that another ambitious young general like Raleigh would appear.

"Admiral, I just arrived in Beihai a while ago and have been so busy that I haven't had a chance to call you. I missed you so much tonight that I'm calling you now."

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense, you little rascal. I know you too well. Hurry up and finish what you're saying so I can go to sleep."

"I heard that you were furious a while ago because the Vice Admiral bypassed you and issued a naval arrest warrant, is that right?"

*Crack...* The sound of something being crushed came from the Den Den Mushi.

After a long while, a deep male voice drifted out from the Den Den Mushi.

"Little Lori, I know you don't usually joke like this. Just tell me your plans."

Raleigh lit a cigar, his eyes flickering in the dancing flame.

"Since they've made us suffer this injustice, they shouldn't blame us for retaliating."

"Admiral, I need a Bellemere arrest warrant for Branch Manager Squirrel of Branch 133. Leave the rest to us."

"I can issue you an arrest warrant, but what level of capability are you capable of carrying out?"

"I wouldn't say that it completely destroyed the World Government's control in the East China Sea, but after this incident, the World Government's control in the East China Sea will be less than half of what it was before."

Raleigh said confidently that he wasn't afraid the admiral wouldn't issue the arrest warrant, because the admiral was a smart man.

Intelligent people dislike things slipping out of their control, especially when the world government bypasses them to take control of the navy.

This is what he finds most unbearable.

For centuries, the relationship between the navy and the world government has developed amidst contradictions.

The Navy obeys the orders of the World Government, but firmly maintains control over its own command.

When Raleigh devised this plan, he had already implicated many naval commanders.

Because he knew that the World Government was definitely targeting the Navy, and he would certainly be implicated as well.

However, the deal is still very worthwhile because it can cost the World Government its elite forces.

Anyway, he doesn't care about his rank in the navy; his own strength is what gives him confidence.

"Alright, I'll send someone to deliver it to the flying squirrel first thing tomorrow morning. Remember what you said, little Lori."

The East Sea Admiral hurriedly hung up the phone. Although he had agreed, he still needed to carefully consider the pros and cons and minimize the impact on himself.

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Inside the Beihai mine, the sky was still dark, and the dim streetlights shone on the road.

A series of piercing noises woke up the dragon and Swall.

The supervisors who came to distribute food yesterday came again, but this time their attitude was extremely bad.

"Get up right now, you filthy pigs!"

"If anyone fails to meet their quota today, no one will get anything to eat."

They wore black uniforms and masks, and carried steel whips. If they saw someone still lying on the ground sleeping, they would lash them out without hesitation.

The workers' wailing and howling mingled with the foremen's crude curses; this was Long's first day working at the mine.

A large number of workers numbly got up from the ground and walked outside in groups.

Dragon and Swall also joined the crowd, preparing to head into the mine to dig for coal.

"Swall, the people here aren't workers at all, they're slaves."

Long's deep voice carried a hint of murderous intent. He clenched his fists and subtly scanned the overseers present.

He lowered his voice and said to Swall:

"Don't let anger blind you. Observe the details carefully. The first step to changing the world starts here!"