I collect everything in the One Piece world.

"Hunting, transporting, processing, distributing, auctioning... and even 'after-sales service' and 'recycling'..." As Mosen digested this information, he felt a surge of anger burning in his chest, so intense that his fingertips trembled.

This is not simply a crime, but a systematic industrial chain that is tacitly approved and even secretly maintained by certain forces, with every link soaked in the blood and tears of innocent people.

The chill emanating from him and the almost tangible killing intent made the bald man lying on the ground feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Sir! I've told you everything I know! I haven't dared to hide a single word! Please spare my life! I'll never do it again! I'll retire from this life! I'll give you all my money!"

Ignoring the excruciating pain from his severed finger, the man struggled to kneel up, kowtowing repeatedly, his forehead slamming against the stone slab with a loud thud.

Mo Sen slowly lowered his head, looking at the man who was crying and covered in blood. There was no pity in his eyes, only a cold indifference.

"I never agreed to that. You said you would let me go."

The man looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with unbelievable despair.

“Moreover,” Mosen continued, each word like an icicle, “even if I promised, I wouldn’t keep my word.”

"Because, here with me..."

He leaned slightly forward, speaking each word clearly and distinctly into the man's ears:

"Human traffickers aren't even human!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the blade flashed again!

Pfft!

The sharp blade sliced ​​through flesh and neck bone in an instant, the sound muffled and brief.

In an instant, all the bald man's voices ceased.

His face was still frozen in terror, his head was tilted to one side at an eerie angle, and blood gushed out like a fountain from the severed neck. His body convulsed a few times before collapsing to the ground, completely silent.

Warm blood splattered onto Mosen's trouser leg and the wall next to him, and the strong smell of blood instantly overpowered the musty smell in the alley.

Mosen stood there, and the pent-up frustration and rage that had been building up in his heart ever since he witnessed the Celestial Dragons' atrocities and the burial of the nameless slaves seemed to find an outlet with this swing of his sword, and dissipated considerably.

He knew that killing such a low-level trafficker was nothing compared to the massive industry chain, and a new "bald man" would fill the position tomorrow.

But that's not important. What's important is that he followed his heart and did what he thought he should do.

He flicked the blood off the blade, sheathed it, then turned around and looked toward the corner of the wall.

The little girl had finished her bread and water sometime earlier, and was now hugging her knees, staring intently at Morsen.

Her eyes held fear and confusion, but more than anything, a cautious hope born of surviving a catastrophe.

Mosen walked up to her, squatted down, and asked gently, "Can you still stand up?"

The girl nodded timidly and struggled to her feet, leaning against the wall.

The whip marks on her back were gruesome, and every movement made her face contort in pain, but she gritted her teeth and endured it.

Meanwhile, Mosen was also thinking about how to settle her down.

Hand her over to the Navy? Thinking of the Navy who stood guard for the Celestial Dragons and turned a blind eye to the slave trade, Morsen immediately rejected the option.

Let her leave on her own? In her current state, she probably won't even last two blocks before being spotted by other slave hunters, or she'll starve or die of disease.

After much thought, the only person who came to mind who might be able and willing to help was Rayleigh!

Although they only exchanged a few words briefly, Rayleigh's words were mostly admonitions.

But based on my understanding of this person from my previous life, this is currently the only viable hope.

“I’ll take you to see someone,” Mosen said to the girl. “He might be able to help you find a safe place or take you home.”

"By the way, my name is Mo Sen, what's yours?"

“My name is Lali,” the girl said, nodding, her dirty little hands gripping Morsen’s clothes tightly.

Mosen took one last look at the body in the alley and did nothing more. In this lawless area, the body would soon be disposed of.

He led the girl away from the alley and quickly rejoined the crowds of the Sabaody Archipelago.

Chapter 11, You Can't Foole Your Conscience

"So, you've only met me once, yet you dared to bring this little guy right to my door, just because... you think I'm a 'good person'?"

In Xia Qi's extortion bar, the light was dim and warm, and the air was filled with a faint smell of tobacco, as well as the aroma of alcohol and old wood.

Riley sat on a high stool at the bar, a wine glass in his hand, looking at Morsen standing in front of him, who was travel-worn and even carried a trace of blood, and the thin, pitiful girl behind him who was tightly clutching his clothes. His expression was a mixture of surprise and astonishment.

Behind the bar, the proprietress, Xia Qi, was leaning back lazily, a slender cigarette between her fingers, slowly exhaling a smoke ring.

Her face held an expression of watching a show, her gaze shifting between Morsen, Larry, and Riley, a faint smile playing on her lips.

There are many strange people and strange things on the Sabaody Archipelago, but it's been a long time since I've seen a hothead who killed a human trafficker and rescued a slave girl as soon as he arrived, and then dared to take this trouble to someone he had only met once for help.

Faced with Rayleigh's question, Mosen certainly couldn't say that he came because he had watched the anime and knew something about Rayleigh.

He organized his thoughts slightly and said frankly, "On the one hand, I trust my own feelings; my intuition has always been quite accurate."

"More importantly, I think a legendary figure who has followed the Pirate King to see the end of the world and experienced the most magnificent era would not stand idly by or even harm a child who is being bullied. Otherwise, what difference would he make from those scumbags outside?"

After hearing this, Rayleigh chuckled and took a big gulp of wine: "Don't try to shut me up with those kinds of words. I've heard plenty of nice things."

He put down his glass, his gaze sharpening: "More than that, kid, I'm curious about what you're thinking."

“I just reminded you to keep a low profile in Chambord. And then you turned around and killed the human traffickers, and came to me with the ‘stolen goods’... oh no, I mean the ‘survivors’.”

His tone carried a hint of confusion, but deeper was an inquisitiveness; he wanted to know the young man's behavioral logic and what he was really thinking.

Mosen paused for a moment, then raised his hand and gently ruffled Lali's dirty hair. His gaze swept over the whip marks on Lali's back, and his voice was low but clear: "I was able to save her, so naturally I can't pretend I didn't see it."

His knife skills combined with his shaving technique should be enough to take down a slave trader.

He raised his head, his eyes revealing a unique clarity: "In this life, there are things we should do and things we shouldn't do."

"At least I have to be able to live with my own conscience."

These words were not impassioned, but rather a simple statement, yet they carried a profound and weighty power.

Lali looked up, her big eyes brimming with tears of gratitude. If it weren't for Morsen's intervention, she would be dead in that stinking ditch by now.

Rayleigh's fingers, which were holding the wine glass, paused slightly. His gaze behind his glasses deepened as he lingered on Morsen's face for a few seconds.

Shaki's smile deepened slightly, and the playful look in her eyes as she looked at Morsen and Lali was gradually replaced by a rare gentleness.

Mosen's insight and persistence are not only rare on this island, but also rare in the entire ocean; they are so dazzling that they are almost blinding.

Rayleigh took another sip of his drink, looking at Morsen as if he were getting to know him all over again: "Interesting... quite an interesting lad. Your attitude towards Celestial Dragons is very different from that of ordinary people? Aren't you afraid?"

Upon hearing this, Mosen smiled naturally, a smile devoid of arrogance, but rather one of composure based on a different worldview: "They have nothing to be afraid of me."

"All men are born free. The so-called descendants of God and supreme power are nothing but a carefully disguised joke."

"I don't believe this nonsense. I'm not afraid of these guys. One day, they should be the ones afraid of me."

“They can use violence to subdue others, and I can do the same to them in the future.”

Of course, he's just showing off now; to truly reach that level, he'll have to wait until he's fully developed.

These words were like a silent thunderclap, exploding in the small bar.

The way Rayleigh and Shakky looked at Morsen completely changed.

The ideas contained in these words are utterly rebellious, yet they are so incisive and insightful, possessing a strange clarity that transcends time and does not belong to mainstream understanding.

Rayleigh felt that the young man in front of him was simply not from this world; he was too special.

After a few seconds of silence, Rayleigh suddenly burst into laughter, his loud laughter dispelling the previous somber mood.

"Hahaha! What a wonderful 'born free'! You really surprise me time and time again!"

Rayleigh looked at Morsen again, his gaze no longer that of an interesting stranger, but rather one filled with genuine appreciation and anticipation.

“Alright!” Rayleigh put down his glass. “Since you’ve praised me for so long and said so many nice things, I’ll leave this little guy to Shakky and me.”

"We will treat her injuries, find her a safe place, or try to send her back..."

"If she's willing and has talent, she can learn some skills. In any case, it's better than following someone like you who can't even take care of himself."

When Lali heard that she could be taken in, her big eyes lit up instantly, but then she looked at Morsen with concern.

Upon hearing this, Mosen breathed a sigh of relief and sincerely said to Rayleigh and Shakky, "Thank you."

Rayleigh waved his hand, then asked seriously, "So what do you plan to do next? Find a place to hide, or buy a ticket to leave this place of trouble?"

Mosen shook his head, his gaze returning to the window: "Next, I want to 'investigate' the slave trade in Sabaody Archipelago, and incidentally use them to enhance my own strength. After all, I'm already here."

His strength has increased significantly since he was on the Boomsday Orange.

Thanks to his exceptional talent and physical abilities, his learning ability left Lyle speechless.

Mo Sen quickly mastered the knife skills he had practiced his whole life, and even mastered the "shaving" technique after only a few tries, something he couldn't do on his own.

He now needs real-world experience, and those limited but powerful slave traders are his best whetstone.

Most of these people focus on doing business, and their strength mainly relies on some "professionals," but these people's strength is also limited, let alone compared with the reckless pirates at sea.

Rayleigh raised an eyebrow, understanding Morsen's meaning: "Using those guys to hone your skills... it's not a bad idea, but there are a lot of them, and their relationships are complicated."

There was no fear in Mosen's eyes, only composure and a hint of contemplation: "I will make the preparations."

After saying that, he didn't linger. He patted Lali's head again, then pushed open the wooden door of the bar and left.

The bar fell silent again, with only the faint sound of Xia Qi's cigarette burning.

After a long while, Rayleigh swirled his empty glass and smiled at Shakky, "This wine was really delicious tonight."

Xia Qi skillfully poured him a drink, her eyes sparkling: "He's a very interesting little fellow."

Rayleigh took the glass and drank it all in one gulp, feeling the exhilarating sensation of the strong liquor burning his throat. His gaze seemed to pierce through the wall, seeing the young figure walking into the darkness.

“Ah…who can argue with that?” he murmured to himself, the flickering light reflecting off his glasses. “I have a feeling that if he survives, this sea will be bustling again.”

Chapter 12, Night Raid

In the Sabaody Archipelago at night, in those corners hidden by the massive mangrove roots, another kind of "liveliness" is just beginning.

On the edge of lawlessness, a building that looks like an abandoned warehouse is brightly lit.

The air was filled with the smell of cheap perfume, cigar smoke, and unpleasant body odor.