I collect everything in the One Piece world.

As for the subtle hints and provocations in the other person's words and eyes, Mosen certainly wasn't there for those reasons. He was a proper adventurer, very proper indeed! He hadn't even considered those other things!

As his thoughts raced, he finally finished writing the last paragraph, carefully checked it, then folded it neatly and placed it in a leather envelope.

Glancing at the wall clock, Mo Sen frowned slightly: "He was so engrossed in writing that he's a little late for the appointed time."

Already a little late, Mo Sen didn't dawdle any longer. He stood up, stretched his stiff shoulders, and prepared to leave the room.

However, he had just grasped the doorknob and gently pulled it inward.

"oops!"

With a gasp, a figure that seemed to be leaning against the door rolled in.

With quick reflexes, Mo Sen instinctively reached out and caught the figure who was about to fall.

It was soft to the touch and carried a familiar, faint fragrance.

Mosen looked down and saw Bakala wearing pajamas and with her hair still a little wet.

Her face showed undisguised embarrassment and a hint of guilt at being caught, her cheeks slightly flushed.

“Bakara? What are you doing at my door?” Mosen raised an eyebrow, looking at her with amusement.

Bakala steadied herself, hurriedly straightening her pajamas. Her eyes darted around, but she tried to appear calm as she explained, "I wasn't doing anything! I just... I just happened to be passing by! Yes, just passing by!"

"I want to see what you're up to in your room... are you secretly researching some dangerous 'collectibles' again!"

To be honest, her reasoning was so flimsy that even she didn't believe it, but since things had come to this point, she could only grit her teeth and bear it.

Seeing her suspicious look, Mosen didn't call her out. He simply waved the envelope in his hand and said, "I didn't do anything dangerous. I just packed a few things. I'm heading out to meet Betty now, so I'm giving this to her."

"Belobetti? Attending the appointment?!" Baccarat immediately bristled upon hearing this, her previous embarrassment and guilt instantly replaced by intense vigilance and dissatisfaction.

She stepped forward and pushed Morsen back against the wall of the room, then pressed herself against him, almost touching him with her whole body, her beautiful big eyes wide open.

"Why do we have to go?! Is there something that absolutely needs to be given to her alone late at night?!"

"You're my...our captain! Don't give her anything! She's obviously up to no good! Who knows what she's plotting!"

“When you’re out and about, boys must protect themselves! Especially someone like you who’s decent-looking and has some ability, you’re the easiest target for those shady women!” Bakara rambled on, getting more and more agitated as she spoke.

Mosen was taken aback by Bakara's intense reaction and "eloquent speech," and then found himself both amused and exasperated.

He had a feeling that Bakara was driving, but he had no proof. It was as if he wasn't going to deliver something, but rather to "sacrifice himself."

However, seeing her slightly flushed cheeks and her puffed-up yet nervous eyes, Mo Sen felt a mischievous interest rise within him.

He didn't struggle; instead, he relaxed his body, leaning completely against the wall, and lowered his head slightly, their breaths almost mingling together.

"Oh? You're so worried about me?" Mosen's gaze swept across Bakala's face, finally settling on her slightly darting eyes.

"Could it be that you, my partner, actually have some ulterior motives towards me, this handsome and powerful captain? Hmm?"

He deliberately drew out his words, his warm breath gently brushing against Bakala's sensitive earlobe: "Could it be... that you intend to commit insubordination?"

"I...I didn't!" Bakara was flustered by his sudden approach and blunt words, and her cheeks flushed red in an instant.

She instinctively wanted to retort, but looking at Mo Sen's face so close to hers and feeling the warmth emanating from him, a strange courage, or rather, an impulse to "act recklessly," suddenly surged up!

“Yes! That’s right! That’s exactly what I want! So what?!” Bakala stiffened her neck, as if she were going all out, and said with her head tilted back.

"I...I was the first one to follow you! Robin joined later, Nami even later! And that scantily clad woman appeared out of nowhere!"

She spoke rapidly, as if asserting her dominance: "So! There has to be a first-come, first-served order in everything! I... I won't allow anyone to beat me to it! Especially those inexplicable women!"

Her words were less a confession and more a declaration filled with childlike innocence and possessiveness.

Mo Sen was taken aback by her sudden, direct confession, and the playful feeling in his heart was instantly replaced by a softer and more passionate emotion.

At this point, Bakara seemed to feel that words alone were not enough and wanted to prove her "determination" with concrete actions.

Suddenly, she stood on tiptoe, hooked her arms around Mosen's neck, and kissed him hard on the lips!

"Hmm!" Mosen's eyes widened slightly.

The kiss was awkward and unskilled, and even caused a tooth to hit because it was too forceful, but it carried the unique sweetness of Baccarat.

A moment later, Bakala seemed to have exhausted all her courage and quickly retreated, her face flushed red as if it were about to bleed.

Her chest heaved slightly as she breathed, her eyes darting away, but she still stubbornly added, "See...see? I...I've already marked it!"

However, as soon as she finished speaking, Mosen suddenly stretched out his arms, one hand wrapped around Bakala's slender waist, the other hand held the back of her head, and kissed her deeply with force and desire!

"Mmm!" Bakala only managed a short whimper before being completely overwhelmed by Mosen's hot and domineering kiss.

Chapter 92, Baccarat and Belo Betty

This kiss was completely different from Baccarat's awkward first touch; it was hot and aggressive.

Bakala felt her mind go blank; all her thoughts and shyness vanished in that kiss.

Her body went limp, as if all her strength had been drained away.

Her breathing became more and more rapid and hot, and her eyes quickly became hazy and watery, as if veiled by a captivating mist.

The temperature in the room seemed to rise sharply at that moment.

After what seemed like an eternity, just as Bakala felt herself suffocating and completely melting into the kiss, Mosen reluctantly released her lips, but his arms remained tightly around her.

Bakala felt weak all over and could barely stand. She could only lean helplessly against Mosen's chest, panting heavily. Her eyes were glazed as she looked at Mosen's face so close to hers and his longing eyes. Her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

Mosen looked at the beautiful, luscious Bakala in his arms, ready to be picked, and his eyes burned even brighter.

He bent down, slipped his arms under her knees, and lifted her up in his arms with a little effort.

"Since you want it," Morsen's voice was low and husky as he turned and carried Bakala to the large bed in the center of the room, "then tonight... it's all yours!"

.........

Meanwhile, at that secluded little bar in Shimotsuki Village.

Belo Betty sat alone in a corner booth, the ashtray in front of her already piled with cigarette butts.

She held a thin cigarette between her teeth, her brows furrowed, glancing occasionally at the bar entrance and then down at the watch on her wrist.

"Tsk... How long has it been?" She exhaled a smoke ring in frustration. "Why aren't they here yet?"

She was quite confident in her charm, and deliberately chose this little bar with its ambiguous atmosphere and dim lighting, which was the perfect place for in-depth conversation. Once she came, everything else would fall into place naturally.

"Am I really that unattractive to him?" Belo Betty touched her smooth chin, feeling a mix of self-doubt and resentment.

"Or should we have a drink first and talk? That approach is too subtle and old-fashioned for that kind of guy?"

The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed. That collector, Mosen, had an unconventional, decisive, and unpredictable style.

To deal with this kind of man, you might have to be more direct and assertive!

"No! We can't just wait like this!" Belo Betty stubbed out her cigarette, a determined and eager glint in her eyes.

She abruptly stood up and left the tavern, her high heels making a crisp sound in the night, and hurried toward the hotel where Mosen and his group were staying, pondering various "more direct" solutions.

When she arrived at the hotel, she looked up at the window of Mosen's room, which still had the light on, and a smile appeared on her lips.

"Hmph, serves you right for standing me up!" Belo Betty stretched her wrists, then silently climbed up the protruding windowsill and drainpipe with practiced ease.

Instead of knocking politely, she planned to barge in through the window to surprise the guy who dared to stand her up, and then... implement her "Plan B"!

"Brush!"

Belo Betty deftly and skillfully opened the unlocked window, then braced herself against the windowsill with one hand and nimbly flipped herself into the room!

"Mosen! How dare you keep me waiting for so long..." Her aggressive words came to an abrupt halt the moment she saw the scene inside the room.

Behind the burgundy sunglasses, those usually confident and playful purple eyes were now wide open, filled with extreme shock and astonishment.

From that signature long red hair, she recognized one of the main characters as Bakala, who had been hostile to her during the day.

As for the other strong and capable figure, who else could it be but Mo Sen?

Her arrival seems ill-timed? Or rather... too timely?!

Wow! No wonder I stood her up, she'd already started eating with him, that's really unexpected.

After a brief malfunction, Belo Betty did not immediately back out in embarrassment; instead, she seemed driven by an even stronger sense of defiance.

"Ha!" She suddenly chuckled softly. Instead of backing away, she took a step forward and slammed the window shut with a "smack." She even pulled the curtains shut to block out the moonlight.

Then, as the two paused in surprise at the commotion and turned to look at her, Belo Betty had already taken off her sunglasses and tossed them casually onto the table, revealing her purple eyes that burned with a fierce flame and held an inexplicable meaning.

She walked slowly towards the bed with cat-like steps, and began to unbutton her red vest...

"It seems... I've arrived just in time, haven't I? Someone seems to need an assistant..."

Belo Betty's gaze swept across Morsen's face, finally settling on Baccarat's dazed expression.

“If one person can’t do it all, then one should know how to share…” Belo Betty licked her full, red lips, her smile dangerous and alluring.

Chapter 93, "Reading Together?", Free and Easy Sword Technique

The next morning, at the Shimotsuki Village Inn restaurant.

Sunlight streamed through the windows into the simple dining room, where Robin and Nami were already seated at a table by the window, quietly enjoying their breakfast.

A cup of coffee and an open book sat in front of Robin, his posture elegant and relaxed.

Nami, while drinking milk, scribbled and drew in the ship's logbook, planning possible routes.

A moment later, a series of unsteady footsteps came from the direction of the stairs. The two looked up and saw Bakala slowly walking down the stairs.

She was wearing loose loungewear, her hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and she looked visibly tired. There was even a faint dark circle under her eyes, and she unconsciously rubbed her lower back as she walked.

"Good morning, Bakura." Nami looked up, blinking her big eyes with some curiosity, and asked, "Eh? You don't look well. Did you not sleep well last night? Or did you have a nightmare?"

Bakala stiffened slightly upon hearing this, her eyes darting around as she stammered, "Ah... um, I didn't sleep well... I was reading a book last night, so engrossed that I lost track of time..."

She used her most common excuse, then quickly pulled out a chair, sat down, and started munching on her bread with her head down to hide her unease.

Robin looked up from his book, gave Baccarat a meaningful look, and a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

The hotel was indeed well soundproofed, but her hearing was also excellent. She hadn't been completely unaware of the faint sounds she'd heard last night. However, she was always calm and tolerant; as long as her companions were happy and willing, she wouldn't ask any further questions.

Nami went to bed early, and since her room was a bit far away, she didn't hear anything. She just felt that Bakara was acting a little strange today, but she didn't think much of it and continued to write and draw.

A little while later, footsteps sounded on the stairs again, and Belo Betty appeared in the restaurant.