I collect everything in the One Piece world.

The scene was completely silent.

The younger brothers of the Frankie family all gaped open, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

They knew their leader was going to lose, but they didn't expect him to lose so quickly and so decisively!

The other party didn't even draw his knife, he just threw a punch!

Just one punch!

They knocked their incredibly strong boss, who could withstand artillery shells, into the wall, and it looks like he won't be able to climb out for a while!

Nami and Baccarat exchanged a smile, shrugged, and had an "I knew it" look on their faces.

Robin covered his mouth and chuckled, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, because he felt that Morsen seemed to have become even stronger.

Only Chopper was filled with shock and admiration, thinking Captain Morsen was amazing! He knocked down that big guy with just one punch!

After a long while, Franky on the wall let out a painful groan, slowly "pulled" himself out of the wall, and staggered to the ground.

He clutched his sunken abdomen, his face pale and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

But he didn't get angry or make excuses. He just gritted his teeth and pressed a few times on a certain spot on his abdomen.

After a series of mechanical clicks and adjustments, the sunken part of his abdomen slowly returned to its original state. Although there were still obvious dents and damage on the surface, it no longer looked so frightening.

He took a few deep breaths, raised his head, and looked at Mosen with a complex expression, a mixture of shock, resentment, but more so an acknowledgment of the immense power and a straightforward acceptance of defeat.

"Cough...cough cough..." He straightened up, still swaying slightly, but his voice had regained its previous loudness, though it was a little weak: "That really hurt like hell! I lost!"

"As agreed, I will buy your old ship at the highest market price! I will never go back on my word! A man of his word keeps his promise!"

Mosen looked at him with a satisfied expression. Although Frankie looked abnormal, his willingness to accept defeat and his straightforwardness were quite to his liking.

"Not bad, he's a real man." Mo Sen nodded and gave a thumbs up.

Upon hearing this, Franky couldn't help but puff out his chest.

However, Morsen then changed the subject, a smile on his face that made Franky feel uneasy. "But who told you I only have one old ship?"

"Huh?" Franky was taken aback and didn't react. His underlings behind him also looked bewildered.

They were locals, so of course they knew that Mosen and his group had come by boat.

Mosen offered no explanation, only smiled slightly and raised his right hand. Amidst everyone's puzzled gazes, a glimmer of light appeared in his palm.

Then, something happened that left the Frankie family speechless.

Suddenly, the faint light above Mosen's palm expanded, and then one, two, three... several rows of ships of different shapes and sizes crashed into the empty dock of the abandoned shipyard.

In just a few breaths, the once empty abandoned shipyard was filled with a dense array of ships.

Clang! Crash! As the last small stilt boat landed, the glimmer of light gradually faded.

Mosen lowered his hand, looked at Franky and his henchmen who were completely petrified and whose mouths were agape enough to fit a watermelon, and asked with a smile, "So, can you still eat these old ships?"

Chapter 137, Peeping from the Shadows, the Troublesome Iceberg

"Hahaha! That's a lot of money!"

On the streets of Water Seven, Nami carried a heavy suitcase, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with a smile.

The box contained the Pele that Franky had scraped together to buy that pile of "old ships".

Although Morsen had already put most of the money away, Nami insisted on carrying a box of cash to feel the weight of wealth.

"If you can't carry it anymore, just say so, and I'll help you carry it," Mosen said with a smile, looking at Nami's excited expression.

He knew that because of what had happened in the past, Nami had an almost obsessive love for money, and the tangible feeling of touching a large amount of wealth was indeed a rare enjoyment for her.

"Hehe, I just wanted to feel the weight of these Berries," Nami winked and smiled slyly, but still handed over the box.

"But I also feel tired if I have to carry it around while shopping."

She didn't want to sacrifice the joy of shopping for the sake of this little bit of ritual.

Mosen took the box, and with a flash of light in his hand, the heavy leather box transformed into an exquisite sticker with a treasure chest pattern, which he casually put away.

Beside her, Bakara crossed her arms thoughtfully: "I never thought that freak could actually pull out so much cash all at once. Is the old ship recycling industry really that profitable?"

Robin covered her mouth and chuckled: "They definitely don't have that much cash on hand. That's why Mr. Franky told us to wait a moment and then rushed out for a while. He probably went to raise funds or find someone to lend him some money."

She was observant and noticed Franky's "go-for-it" expression when he left, and how he barely managed to hold on when he returned, even though it hurt.

Chopper followed beside him. He didn't have a deep concept of money, but he knew that Captain Morson had exchanged a bunch of old, unused ships for a lot of money, which could buy lots of delicious food and fun toys, as well as new medical books and equipment! How wonderful!

Mosen laughed and said, "No matter how he managed to scrape together the money, we've definitely made a profit at this price, much more than I expected."

"After all, there are so many ships. I thought I would have to find several companies in batches to deal with them."

"Frankie is really a 'good guy,' a man of his word, and he always does what he says!"

Robin couldn't help but smile upon hearing this: "Isn't he a really good person? And he seems... he doesn't seem very smart?"

"Even though you punched me squarely, it feels like we've become friends."

She recalled how Frankie was punched into the wall by Morsen, but after getting up, he not only readily admitted defeat and paid the money, but even told Morsen that he had a tough fist and was a real man! It had a feeling of becoming friends after a fight and respecting each other.

Mo Sen laughed upon hearing this, saying, "Men's friendships are sometimes that strange. It's simpler when fists do the talking and you accept the loss."

The group chatted and laughed, enjoying the leisurely afternoon in the City of Seven Waters and feeling the unique vitality of this water city.

However, amidst this relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, a familiar yet chilling feeling crept up Robin's spine.

Those were eyes that were being spied on, locked on, and filled with malice and ulterior motives.

Without making a sound, she subtly adjusted the strands of hair behind her ear, her gaze quickly sweeping in the direction from which she sensed something.

In the distance, a figure stood quietly in the shadows of a relatively secluded street corner.

The person was dressed in dark clothes that clashed with the surroundings, and wore a mask that was so smooth and unadorned that it looked somewhat eerie.

Behind the eye holes of the mask, a pair of cold eyes were staring straight at her.

Robin's heart sank. She was all too familiar with this aura—cold and precise, carrying the indifference and efficiency unique to the system, the distinctive quality of the world government's intelligence agencies.

Moreover, the fact that the other party appeared so openly suggests that it was less of a stalking tactic and more of a deliberate attempt to make her notice and elicit a reaction.

In an instant, countless fragments of dark memories surged up, almost suffocating her. She instinctively wanted to speak up and warn her companions.

But Robin hesitated when she saw Morsen pointing to a specialty dessert shop in the distance, seemingly asking Chopper if he wanted to try it; Nami and Baccarat were discussing the styles at a clothing store they had just passed.

She didn't want to bring danger to the companions who had given her warmth and a sense of belonging, and besides, the other party had only shown up but hadn't made a move yet, so their purpose was unclear.

If I were to speak out rashly, it might alert the enemy and put my partners in an unnecessary state of tension and passivity.

More importantly, she no longer wanted to implicate others and be forced to flee time and time again because of her identity, as she had done in the past.

She wanted to see if she could handle it, at least to figure out the other party's intentions first.

As his thoughts raced, Robin took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

She looked away, her usual smile returning to her face, as if the brief moment of unease had never occurred.

Meanwhile, at Carrera's headquarters, in the president's office.

Iceberg was sitting in the office bathroom, but his expression was far from his usual calm and composed self. His brows were furrowed, and his face showed obvious annoyance and a hint of barely perceptible worry.

"What do you need so much money for? Can't you tell me now?" Iceberg lowered his voice and asked the Den Den Mushi, which had transformed into a plane head shape, again in a hurried tone.

He'd been feeling uneasy lately, so even though he was alone in the office, he would hide in the bathroom before making the call.

The Den Den Mushi mimicked Franky's signature annoyed expression and tone: "You idiot, why do you care so much! I already said I needed it urgently! I'll return it to you in a while!"

"And didn't you keep saying to be careful when contacting people? Just hang up! This is so incredibly annoying!"

Iceberg was furious at Franky's perfunctory and impatient reply.

He knew Franky; although the guy often did unreliable things, he would never suddenly need such a large sum of money for no reason, especially not in such a secretive way. This gave him a bad feeling.

“We definitely need to be careful when contacting people!” Iceberg said through gritted teeth, “But it’s even more dangerous that you’re refusing to explain what’s going on!”

"What trouble have you gotten into out there? Did you mess with some pirate crew you shouldn't have? Or did something go wrong with your 'junk' business?"

Sensing Iceberg's unwavering determination to get an explanation, Franky on the other end of the Den Den Mushi seemed somewhat helpless.

After a few seconds of silence, he gave a quick and brief explanation in an awkward tone: "Well, I made a bet with that guy nicknamed 'The Collector,' the stake being that I'd buy his old ship..."

"Because I lost a bet, I need a lot of money to pay off my debts. Okay, that's all, don't ask anymore! Anyway, I'm not doing anything bad! And I can pay you back once I sell some of these old ships!"

"Mosen? That collector Blake Mosen?!" Iceberg's voice suddenly rose, then immediately fell back down, his expression becoming even more grim.

"You idiot Franky! Are you crazy?! To bet with someone of that level? You..." He simply didn't know how to scold this reckless junior brother.

"Shut up! I know he's good! You don't need to remind me! Anyway, I'll pay you back! Bye!" Franky clearly didn't want to listen to Iceberg's lecture anymore, especially since it hit a nerve.

"Wait! You..." Iceberg wanted to ask for more details, such as whether Morsen had made things difficult for him or noticed anything, but the Den Den Mushi had already disconnected with a "poof".

"This... idiot Franky!" Iceberg muttered angrily and helplessly at the Den Den Mushi that had just hung up.

He rubbed his throbbing temples and sat on the toilet to continue his analysis.

Was Morsen's purpose in coming to Water Seven merely to retrieve the ship? His current relationship with Nico Robin suggests he may also be aware of some secrets of the Ancient Weapons.

Just when he was at his wit's end, there was a knock on the office door.

Iceberg shuddered, quickly adjusting his expression, suppressing the lingering anger and worry on his face, and reverting to his usual calm and capable Carrera Corporation president before walking out of the restroom.

After carefully storing the small Den Den Mushi into his person and composing himself, he said loudly, "Please come in."

Chapter 138, The Masked Man's Threat

[In the palace dungeon on Drum Island.]

Tomorrow is the day of the public trial. Jess and Wapol lay helplessly on the ground, as if they had resigned themselves to their fate.

Jess has tried various methods over the past few days, but none of them have been able to escape from here. Wapol's Devil Fruit ability should have been very useful, but because of the Seastone chains, he can't even muster any strength, let alone use his Devil Fruit ability.

Perhaps sensing his impending fate, Wapol reluctantly sat up from the ground.

He was completely different from a few days ago. The long period without indulging in food had caused him to lose weight rapidly.

In despair, Wapol cursed the Revolutionary Army and Morsen. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt as if his strength had returned.

When he looked down, he discovered that the sea stone chains that had bound him had fallen off his wrists because of his extreme thinness.