I collect everything in the One Piece world.

The clatter of high heels echoed down the corridor. As Kalifa rounded a corner, she brushed past Kaku, who was wearing a baseball cap.

"Target Nico Robin, confirmed, accompanied by Blackmoreson."

Kaku's movements didn't pause at all, as if he were just passing by by chance, and he merely nodded almost imperceptibly to confirm that the information had been received.

He then maintained his shipwright's demeanor, first moving the materials into an empty warehouse compartment, and then taking out a small Den Den Mushi (snail phone) to make a call.

The Den Den Mushi was quickly connected, revealing an image of someone with a cool expression and a distinctive mustache.

“Lucci, this is Kaku.” Kaku lowered his voice: “Kalifa has been identified as the target and is currently in stable condition with no unusual behavior…”

After a moment of silence, Rob Lucci's cold voice rang out: "Continue to monitor, keep your distance, and don't alert them."

"The clues about Hades are not yet fully confirmed. This is our most important task. We must find an opportunity to act and ensure success on the first try."

Kaku paused for a moment upon hearing this, and said cautiously, "Do we have to act now? If we can't succeed on the first try, all our previous preparations against Carrera will be in vain."

"The disappearance of the Fox Hunt team in Alabasta a while ago should also be related to them. For the Fox Hunt team to disappear without a trace, this Morsen's strength is probably far more than that..."

Hearing Kaku's words, Lucci's tone remained unchanged: "This is Spandam's request."

Kaku felt as if he had swallowed a fly upon hearing this: "That guy... does he think these things are as simple as eating and drinking?"

What's the most frustrating thing in the workplace? It's knowing your boss is an idiot, but still having to carry out that idiot's orders. That's what happened to Lucci and Kaku.

But there was no way around it. As a member of the CP organization, having a higher rank meant you could crush someone, not to mention that Spandam not only had a higher rank but also a powerful background.

This guy must have been out of his mind. He thought now was the perfect opportunity to seize the Hades blueprints and Nico Robin all at once, so he ordered them to do it. But he never considered how difficult this task would be.

The blueprints for Hades were already difficult to obtain, not to mention Nico Robin and Morsen, especially Morsen!

Lu Qi was silent for a moment, but then continued in a deep voice, "We are not the Fox Hunters. We are in the shadows now, and they are in the light."

“Iceberg has Kalifa by his side, and we have people both inside and outside the company. As long as the blueprints are confirmed to be in Iceberg’s hands, and as long as Nico Robin is still in Water Seven, we can wait for the right moment to strike decisively and complete the mission.”

"Notify Bruno to prepare, and also instruct Weiqu and Owl to be on high alert, monitoring the port and main waterways to prevent the target from suddenly escaping."

"Understood," Kaku replied in a deep voice, then hung up the Den Den Mushi.

He quickly straightened his work clothes, transformed back into the unassuming boatman, picked up the materials, and walked out of the warehouse as if nothing had happened.

Chapter 135, The Old Man's Fried Rice Recipe, Franky

[In the dungeon on Drum Island.]

Jess is taking care of Wapol, who is paralyzed from being chained by seastone.

Wapol had lost a lot of weight and stared blankly at the top of the dungeon, his heart filled with despair, because in a few days the Revolutionary Army would hold a public trial for him and enumerate his crimes.

Despite this, Jess didn't give up; he continued to encourage Wapol and try to find a way to escape.

In the City of Seven Waters, the waterways shimmer in the sunlight, and the bustling activity of boatmen and shipwrights blends with the city's unique symphony.

With a few days left before the new ship was delivered, Morsen took Nami, Robin, Baccarat, and Chopper to explore and enjoy the floating city.

At this moment, they are crowded in front of an inconspicuous food stall in the back street.

The elderly stall owner was wielding a large iron wok, and as the spatula flew, bowls of golden, glistening fried rice, emitting an enticing aroma, were served.

Simple shrimp, green peas, and corn kernels, combined with a unique savory flavor, are transformed into an amazing delicacy when stir-fried over high heat.

"Mmm! This is so delicious!" Chopper buried his face almost entirely in the plate, which was bigger than his head, and ate until rice grains were stuck to his lips, making muffled exclamations of praise.

"This fried rice has an indescribable umami flavor! It's even more special than the dishes made by Physician Doriel!"

Nami's eyes lit up as she ate, elegantly but quickly bringing the rice to her mouth with a spoon while nodding vaguely, "This fried rice tastes like the ocean, Grandpa, your cooking is amazing!"

Surrounded by a group of young and beautiful guests, and listening to their generous praise, the old man, who had initially looked somewhat fierce, became amiable.

The wrinkles on his face smoothed out, and the corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably. Although he was still trying to keep a straight face, the smugness and happiness in his eyes were impossible to hide.

He snorted twice and said with great pride, "You guys have good taste. This old man has been cooking rice for decades, and it's all thanks to this unique skill and... secret seasoning."

"Secret seasoning?" Mo Sen chimed in at just the right moment. He had already recognized this person as the eccentric but incredibly skilled fried rice vendor from the original story.

He had looked for it specifically when he came to Water Seven last time but couldn't find it. He didn't expect to run into it while just strolling around this time... It's probably because he brought Baccarat, the lucky princess, with him this time.

Under Nami and Chopper's continuous praise and questions of "Wow, that's amazing!" and "What is it? What is it?", the old man finally couldn't hold back anymore. He lowered his voice and said with a hint of mystery and pride, "Actually, it's a gift from the 'Water Gods'."

"The gods of water?" Chopper tilted his head.

“It’s the massive tsunami that strikes Water Seven every year,” Robin explained softly.

The old man nodded: "That's right. Every time the 'Gods of Water' pass by, they leave behind 'sea salt' that has naturally dried and crystallized on the rooftops."

"This essence, 'tempered' by the storm, not only has a rich and layered saltiness, but also carries a unique minerality."

"So I always collect some afterwards, just a little bit is enough to make my fried rice stand out."

Mo Sen's eyes lit up. This was practically a natural, high-end condiment and a collectible: "Grandpa, are you selling this salt? I'd like to buy some for later use. The price is negotiable."

The old man hesitated; this salt was his "secret weapon" for maintaining his business and pride, and it was scarce.

However, looking at the expectant gazes of the ladies around him, and the stack of Baileys that Mosen pulled out... well, it's not that he can't sell them.

Just then, a loud and distinctive voice suddenly boomed from the side: "Oh!!! You dare come to Water Seven! I finally caught you!!!"

Mosen looked in the direction of the sound and saw an unusually tall and burly man with a blue pompadour, wearing only a pair of star-patterned briefs and sunglasses, looking at him menacingly with his strong, somewhat exaggerated arms.

On either side of him stood a tall woman with a distinctive square hairstyle, followed by seven or eight thugs dressed in various ways, all with expressions that said, "I'm not someone to mess with."

Franky struck a pose while continuing to yell at Mosen, "Collector Black Mosen, right! You're the one who stole our Super! Franky family's prey last time and even injured my little brother!"

Mosen put down his spoon, wiped his mouth, and looked at the familiar "perverted" shipwright in front of him with a knowing and amused expression.

"Ah, I remember now." Mosen nodded and explained to his somewhat puzzled companions in a relaxed tone.

"It happened when I came to book a ship last time. I had just dealt with a group of pirates when a bunch of people suddenly jumped out and said I had stolen their 'business' and wanted to have a go at me."

"I'm the kind of person who's always happy to help others, so I gestured to them according to their instructions, and as a result... they fell asleep pretty quickly."

Mosen's description made Robin and the others chuckle, and the comical scene immediately came to mind.

Franky's forehead veins throbbed upon hearing this; Morsen's nonchalant tone infuriated him even more than direct mockery.

He slammed his fist on his chest, making a loud "thud," then struck an even more exaggerated pose and said, "You're underestimating me! If you're a man, have a super man's duel with me, Franky!"

"I'll show you what a real tough guy is!!!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of his henchmen behind him changed instantly. They did want to follow their boss to settle scores, but they never expected to start a fight!

This guy now has a bounty of nearly 3 million Berries, and there are even rumors that he took down a Shichibukai. This is on a completely different level from the pirate crews they used to bully.

Our boss is indeed very good at fighting, and his body has been modified, making him incredibly strong, but it depends on who he's compared to!

Just as the underlings were pounding with fear and sweating profusely, Frankie demonstrated a few more bodybuilding poses and asked Morsen if he was scared.

Hearing this, the underlings wished they could immediately cover their boss's mouth. Please, stop SUPER! We're here to talk big, not to get ourselves killed!

Mosen looked at Franky, who was standing in a strange pose and full of fighting spirit, and then glanced at the group of pale-faced underlings behind him whose legs were trembling. The corners of his mouth turned up even wider.

“Okay,” Mo Sen readily agreed.

Then, amidst the despairing gazes of Franky's underlings, he stood up and continued, "Perfect timing, I have some business I'd like to discuss with your boss."

Chapter 136, One Punch KO, This is the Real Iron Fist!

In the backstreet, on a deserted, abandoned shipyard site, the atmosphere was somewhat somber.

On one side was Franky, wearing only briefs, striking a bodybuilding pose with a menacing air; on the other side was Morsen, arms crossed, calm and smiling. The two were facing off.

The Franky family members stood somewhat nervously on the perimeter, while Nami and the others stood a little further away, watching with great interest.

"Are you ready, Frankie?" Mosen confirmed. "If you lose, you'll have to buy my old ship at the highest market price you offer for scrap ships, as agreed."

Franky, hands on his hips, responded loudly, "No problem! I'm a SUPER man! I never go back on my word!"

“But!” He suddenly pointed at Morsen, “If you lose, you will not only have to sincerely apologize to all my underlings, but you will also have to join the Franky family and become my underlings!”

“Okay.” Mosen agreed readily, surprising even Frankie, who had expected him to hesitate.

But before he could say anything more, Mosen added, "So, shall we begin?"

"Begin! Take this!" Franky stopped wasting words, shouted loudly, and pushed off the ground with both legs, his huge body shooting out like a cannonball.

His exaggeratedly muscular arms swung, and his fist, the size of a sandbag, charged fiercely toward Morsen.

However, facing this swift attack, Mosen simply crossed his arms and slightly turned to the side. Franky's powerful punch grazed Mosen's clothes and struck empty air.

"Huh?" Franky was taken aback, but his fighting instincts made him change his moves immediately. He swept his left fist and kicked out with his right leg, launching a continuous barrage of attacks, using both fists and feet, each move powerful and heavy.

Despite this, Morsen remained elusive amidst Franky's relentless onslaught, each movement perfectly dodging all of Franky's attacks.

He didn't even change his posture with his arms crossed, his eyes calm, as if he wasn't in the midst of a fierce battle, but rather warming up.

"Damn it! Why can't I hit him?!" Franky became more and more frustrated as he fought. His pride and joy, his strength and speed, were so easily dodged, making him look like a clumsy big oaf.

"Hahhh! Watch this! Manly Iron Fist!!!" Franky finally couldn't hold back and began to gather power in his right fist.

Steam could be seen rising from his fist as he poured all his strength into this strike, aiming it at Morsen's face with even greater speed and force!

However, at that moment, Mosen moved again. He no longer dodged, but instead lowered his arm that he had been holding and raised his fist.

The movements appeared unhurried, but they were surprisingly swift and decisive. Before Frankie's iron fist could even reach his cheek, Morsen's fist had already turned black and landed on his waist and abdomen.

boom! ! !

With a dull, heart-stopping thud, Franky's charge came to an abrupt halt.

He felt as if his modified, supposedly incredibly strong steel abs had been hit hard by a meteorite!

That terrifying power instantly pierced through the body's defenses, surged into the body, and shattered all the power he had accumulated and the kinetic energy of his charge!

"Ugh!!!" Franky let out a short cry of pain, and like a kite with a broken string, he flew backward at an even faster speed than he had come, crashing hard into the mottled cement wall of the abandoned shipyard.

Boom!

The wall groaned under the strain, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread out from the point of impact with Franky.

Franky was embedded in the wall, his eyes rolled back, and his body twitching slightly.

His once-proud, steel-hard abdominal muscles were now visibly dented, and the harsh sound of metal twisting could be faintly heard. There were even tiny sparks of electricity crackling and flashing at the damaged area, signs of damage to the modified parts inside his body.

Seeing this, Mo Sen slowly withdrew his fist, the deep black color on his fist quietly fading away, and a smile appeared on his lips: "This is the Iron Fist."