I collect everything in the One Piece world.

He spoke with such self-righteousness, while Smoker was so angry his cigar trembled: "You're concerned about the tourists now?! Then tell me, why were you so 'coincidentally' nearby when the execution platform disappeared last night?!"

Mosen smiled upon hearing this, a smile that Smoker found particularly irritating: "I already said, my crew and I went to 'enjoy the night view'."

"The navy may have the word 'sea' in its name, but surely they don't have to dictate where I go for a walk at night?"

Smoker was speechless. He truly had no direct evidence.

The commotion at the dock was caused by the "Mad Axe" pirate crew. The soldiers on duty in the square were "asleep." Apart from Mosen and his two companions, there were no witnesses or signs of any disturbance at the scene.

The execution platform vanished as if it had evaporated into thin air. Even if he was 100% certain that Mo Sen was behind this bizarre event, he couldn't produce any concrete evidence.

"Colonel, have some tea," Tashigi said quietly from the side, trying to ease the tension.

"Hmph!" Smoker expressed his dissatisfaction with another cold snort, but his momentum had weakened somewhat. He knew that continuing to argue was pointless and would only make the Navy appear unreasonable.

Seeing this, Mosen put down his teacup as well: "Alright, let's end this pointless argument. Let's talk about something practical. Can I have the bounties for those pirates I caught last night?"

Smoker glared at him, then picked up a heavy briefcase from beside his seat and threw it at Morsen in an annoyed manner.

"Take it!"

Morsen caught it easily, feeling its substantial weight. He casually weighed it in his hand, then narrowed his eyes, a knowing smile spreading across his face, and looked at Smoker without saying a word.

Smoker felt uncomfortable under his gaze and roared gruffly, "What are you looking at! The cost of the wood and labor for the new execution platform that was rushed to be made last night has been deducted!"

Tashigi quickly added, "We worked through the night to make a replica, and it was placed in the square before dawn this morning... It looks... well, about the same."

"Oh? You're pretty quick." Mosen shrugged and smiled indifferently. "Alright, alright, let's leave it at that."

“However…” he changed the subject, his tone becoming teasing, “Next time you lose something, don’t blame it on me. After all, my title of ‘collector’ isn’t for taking the blame.”

"As for you..." He looked Smoker up and down, and said sarcastically, "With such a fiery temper, you should smoke less. It'll be better for your health, don't you think, Colonel?"

"You better not get caught by me!" Smoker slammed his fist on the table in anger. "You even 'collect' a broken wooden table? What kind of weird quirk is that!"

"Hey! You can't just say things like that!" Morsen immediately glared at him: "Slander! Pure slander! I'm a legitimate pirate hunter!"

After saying that, he picked up his suitcase, turned and walked towards the door. But when he reached the door, he seemed to remember something, stopped, and turned back to look at Tashigi, who was trying her best to keep a low profile.

"By the way, Miss Tashigi. It must be tough working with such a hot-tempered boss, right? If you're ever unhappy at work, remember to contact me. Excellent swordsmen are always welcome on my ship."

“Mr. Morsen! I…” Tashigi blushed, instinctively wanting to refuse, but before she could finish speaking.

"You even want to 'collect' people from the Navy?! You bastard! Get out!"

Smoker roared, his right arm instantly transforming into an elemental form, turning into a fist made of thick white smoke, which slammed down towards Morsen at the door with a whistling sound.

Although the punch came with great force, it was also held back a bit, intended to teach this bastard who kept provoking him a profound lesson.

However, Mosen did not make any significant moves in the face of this sudden attack.

He simply raised his hand and lightly blocked the incoming giant fist of smoke.

"collect!"

The terrifyingly powerful, smoky fist seemed to have crashed into an invisible black hole the instant it was about to touch Mosen's palm, vanishing without a trace.

All that remained in Mosen's palm was a sticker with faint white mist patterns around its edges.

[Smoke-Smoke Fruit - Smoke Fist]

The whole process was incredibly fast; Smoker's furious attack was simply "confiscated" without a second thought.

"Haha! Thanks, Colonel, I'll accept this 'souvenir'!" Morsen laughed and waved his hand, then walked out of the office without looking back, leaving behind Smoker, who looked stunned and then even more ashen-faced, and Tashigi, who was dumbfounded.

Tashigi was stunned for a few seconds before she reacted. She quickly said to Smoker, "I'll see him off," and then jogged after him.

In the office, only Smoker remained, sitting amidst the thick smoke, his face dark, staring at the doorway where Morsen had left, his brow furrowed, his shock outweighing his anger.

"Can you even 'collect' my attack so easily?" Smoker muttered to himself, recalling the scene just now.

Although his Smoke-Smoke Fruit ability is not the most powerful among Logia-type Devil Fruits, the attacks he unleashes are not easily countered by anyone. Morsen's method of "erasing" attacks completely exceeded his understanding of ordinary Devil Fruits.

“This ‘collector’ is indeed incredibly strange.” Smoker exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Although he was furious, he had to admit that Mo Sen's strength was unfathomable and his style of doing things was unpredictable. It was hard to say whether keeping such a person in the East China Sea would be a blessing or a curse.

"I hope he leaves the East China Sea soon..." That was all Smoker could hope for in the end.

As for the execution platform... He glanced at the draft report on the table, which stated that "the execution platform collapsed naturally last night due to years of disrepair and severe insect infestation, and a replacement has been made overnight," and then irritably crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the wastepaper basket.

Chapter 72, The Bargaining Master Sets Sail Again! (Read on!)

After leaving the naval base, Mosen continued walking towards the agreed-upon central square.

He arranged to meet Robin and the others at the plaza, then they would buy supplies together and prepare to leave Loguetown.

It would also be a good opportunity to see the craftsmanship of the new execution platform that the navy rushed to build overnight.

Upon reaching the square, Mosen looked up. There, in the place where the execution platform had once stood, stood an almost identical wooden platform.

"They're really quick." Mo Sen stroked his chin, looking at the work with great interest and commenting, "The craftsmanship is also quite good, the details are imitated very well. However, it lacks a real sense of 'historical depth,' the wood is too new, it doesn't have that sense of vicissitude that comes from being weathered by wind and rain for decades."

Of course, ordinary tourists would not notice such details at all, or would not care much about them.

Moreover, after the platform has been exposed to the wind and sun for a period of time, it will naturally develop an old and worn appearance.

After witnessing the Navy's skill, Morsen stopped paying attention to the execution platform, but after waiting for a while, Robin and the others still hadn't appeared.

"We were probably having so much fun shopping together that we forgot the time," Mo Sen thought, and then prepared to go look for them in the shopping street.

Last night in the hotel room, when Nami finally let down her guard and, with red eyes, intermittently revealed the truth, Bakala was furious. She wished she could drain all of Arlong and his crew's luck and make them drown in a swimming pool.

Although Robin didn't react as strongly as Baccarat, deep pity and empathy welled up in her eyes.

So early this morning, Bakura dragged Robin along and announced that she was taking Nami on a "shopping spree".

In her words, "Let Nami have a good time and truly experience the start of a new life!"

Once you know what it means for Mosen to arrive, good days are on the horizon.

Mo Sen fully supported this, and even gave them a shopping allowance so they could spend as they pleased.

Nami was so moved that she had tears in her eyes. This time, it wasn't acting; it was genuine emotion.

Because she could feel Bakara's undisguised heartache, Robin's gentle resonance of "I understand you," and Mosen's genuine "splurging money."

She hadn't experienced this feeling of letting down her guard and feeling genuine care in a long time.

Mosen found them in a nice clothing store a moment later, but as soon as he reached the door, he heard a loud bargaining going on inside. The clear female voice sounded very familiar.

In front of the shop's wooden counter, a small mountain of clothes was piled high, containing new clothes of various styles and colors, from dresses to shirts to trousers, a dazzling array.

Nami was standing outside the counter, leaning forward with her hands on the countertop. Her beautiful orange eyes were fixed on the fat shopkeeper behind the counter, who was sweating profusely, while her mouth was firing off a rapid-fire stream of words.

"Boss! We bought so much! We cleared out half a quarter's worth of your inventory in one go. Doesn't that count as a major customer?"

"And this dress, look here, the loose threads haven't been trimmed properly! The workmanship is flawed!"

"The color of these pants is slightly different from the one shown in the shop window! Although it doesn't affect wearing them, it makes a different psychological feeling!"

"50% off! It has to be 50% off! Otherwise, we'll go to the store next door! They told me yesterday that they could give me a discount when they got new stock!"

"Besides, we paid the full amount upfront. We bought so much, so it's not unreasonable to round it down, right?"

Nami is quick-witted, logical, and has a strong offensive edge. She launches a "bargaining bombardment" against the shop owner, targeting various aspects such as the quantity of goods, quality defects, psychological feelings, and payment methods.

Her insistent and uncompromising stance made it seem as if she wasn't buying clothes, but rather engaging in a life-or-death negotiation.

The chubby shopkeeper behind the counter had gone from a composed smile to being drenched in sweat, constantly wiping his brow and occasionally offering a weak rebuttal, only to be quickly overwhelmed by Nami's even more intense "offensive."

Behind Nami, Baccarat and Robin, who should have been in charge, stood there dumbfounded, their eyes wide open, looking "speechless" and "amazed".

Robin was alright. Although she was also surprised by Nami's fierce bargaining and skillful technique, she was still able to maintain basic elegance, though her eyes were filled with disbelief.

Bakara looked completely bewildered, her beautiful big eyes sparkling.

She always shopped on impulse, buying whatever caught her eye and paying if the price was right, leaving discounts to chance. She'd never witnessed such a ruthless and decisive "battle."

What shocked Bakala even more was that she silently did the math and realized that, based on Nami's cutting method, the amount of money she could ultimately save would be considerable.

Bargaining can be so effective! So satisfying! So cost-effective!

She felt that her previous "spend it when you need to" shopping style was a complete waste of money! How much money had she wasted!

Bargaining is great, but you need to learn how to bargain!

At that moment, Bakara had only one thought in her mind: she had found a new source of enjoyment in shopping.

Mo Sen stood outside the store and couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the scene inside.

"Looks like I've come at just the right time; I can pick up my things now." Mo Sen walked into the store with a smile.

"Captain!" "Mosen!" Several people looked over at the same time.

Bakara leaned close to Morsen, lowered her voice, and said excitedly, "Captain! Nami is amazing at bargaining! We saved so much money this time! I've decided I'll definitely take her shopping with me from now on!"

Looking at Bakara's expression of discovering a new world, and then at Nami, who was radiant after her "battle," Mosen thought shopping was truly magical; it could both strengthen relationships and bring joy.

“Very good,” Mosen nodded with a smile, casting an approving glance at Nami: “It seems our navigator is quite adept at budgeting.”

Nami chuckled, wanting to say something, but suddenly felt a little embarrassed looking at Mosen. After all, girls always seem to become familiar with each other much faster.

Mo Sen didn't mind. Anyway, there's plenty of time. She knew what Nami's personality was like, so compared to her, Nami, who was still a little reserved now, was even rarer. Once they got to know each other better, it would be impossible to change her back. It was truly a case of seeing her one less time.

When the group returned to the ship, Nami looked at her brand-new clothes and felt the care of her companions around her, and the heavy worries in her heart began to melt away.

She stole a glance at Mo Sen's tall and straight back, and a warm feeling slowly welled up in her heart.

"Alright, everyone," Morsen said, standing at the bow and gazing into the distance. "Raise anchor, hoist the sails!"

He turned around, his gaze falling on Nami, his voice clear and firm:

"Next stop, Cocoa Village!"

Chapter 73, The Navy and the Fish-Men (Read on!)

[In Shakky's extortion bar in the Sabaody Archipelago.]

Rayleigh, who had just taken a shower, was drinking as Shakky told him about her experiences in the Sabaody Archipelago. She had only recently swum back to Sabaody Archipelago.

According to her intelligence report, the lawless areas still don't seem to be very peaceful.

Although "Black Cat Sheriff," also known as Mosen, disappeared after causing that big incident, the slave traders in the outlaw zone did not have an easy time.