One Piece: My code name is Green Bull

"Knock knock."

Jon was chatting with Borsalino and Pebberton in the dormitory when someone suddenly knocked on the door. When he opened it, he was surprised to see a naval officer with the rank of captain standing there.

Jon immediately saluted, but before he could speak, the captain asked, "Are you Lyons Jon?"

"Yes, that's me."

Jon was confused but answered truthfully.

"Hurry and come with me. Admiral Sengoku wants to see you."

"Huh?"

Jon was stunned. He didn't know Sengoku well, so why on earth would the admiral want to see him?

"What are you standing around for? Let's go!" the captain urged.

Not daring to delay, Jon turned to Borsalino and Pebberton and said, "I'm leaving for now."

As Jon left, Borsalino turned to Pebberton with a puzzled look. "Why would Admiral Sengoku want to see Jon? Did that kid pull off something extraordinary again?"

Pebberton was just as confused. "Who knows? But I wasn't wrong about him. Jon's definitely special. He just got to the base, and Sengoku already wants to meet him. We never had that kind of treatment."

Borsalino thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. He turned to Pebberton and said, "I'll stay here and wait for Jon. You go do whatever you need to do."

But Pebberton wasn't so easy to fool. He eyed Borsalino suspiciously. "You're not thinking about stealing Jon's money while he's gone, are you?"

"Ridiculous!"

Borsalino's face darkened, and he barked, "Do I look like that kind of person?"

Pebberton's gaze grew more disdainful. "Who doesn't know what kind of person you are? This wouldn't be the first time you've stolen Jon's money, would it?"

The once-indignant Borsalino immediately deflated and grumbled in a low voice.

"That Jon is so unreliable. I only borrowed money from him a couple of times. Does he have to go around telling everyone? He's ruining my reputation. No, I should demand compensation for my damaged reputation."

This guy's twisted logic was astonishing—stealing money wasn't enough; he also didn't want anyone to talk about it.

"Reputation? What reputation? A bad one?"

Pebberton's round, chubby face scrunched up, his small eyes narrowing even further as he mocked Borsalino mercilessly.

"Pebberton, do you want me to teach you a lesson? I owe Jon money, not you. Why are you acting so high and mighty?"

Borsalino glared at Pebberton unhappily and threatened, "Do you want to experience my Light-Speed Kick?"

"Tch."

Pebberton, knowing he couldn't outmatch Borsalino's combat prowess, chose to hold his tongue, though he was still fuming.

Borsalino, unfazed by Pebberton's presence, let his gaze wander over Jon's belongings in the room. His eyes settled on one of the bags Jon had left behind.

"Jon has a habit of never short-changing himself. Whenever he goes out, he always takes enough money with him. There's no way he'd carry it all on him. These three bags look similar, but knowing him, the money must be in this one."

With that, he unzipped the bag and continued narrating as if he were some kind of expert.

"Jon is very cautious. He wouldn't just throw his money in a bag; he'd hide it, like this."

Sure enough, Borsalino rummaged through the bag, pulled out a piece of clothing, and extracted a wad of cash from its pocket.

"See? When it comes to finding money, I'm an expert."

Pebberton had been watching the entire time. Borsalino's practiced movements left him dumbfounded. Stammering, he said, "You've stolen so much that you've gained experience? Jon wasn't wrong—you really are shameless and despicable."

But Borsalino didn't care in the slightest. Smiling, he began counting the cash and neatly rearranged the bag afterward.

Seeing Borsalino's unabashed attitude, Pebberton couldn't help but ask, "Do you really need money that badly? You've been catching pirates and earning bonuses. Why do you still need to steal from Jon?"

Borsalino frowned and corrected him, "It's not stealing—it's borrowing. And of course, I need money. The Navy salary is so low that even with bonuses, it's not enough. There are too many expenses."

Despite his lazy and sleazy demeanor, Borsalino didn't come from a poor background. In fact, he had lived a fairly comfortable life growing up.

Though the Navy was a decent career, its pay couldn't quite match the lifestyle he used to enjoy.

Pebberton still didn't get it. "But what are you spending so much money on? You don't seem like you need anything."

Borsalino gave him a strange look, making Pebberton feel uneasy. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Borsalino replied, "I'm just surprised you're asking. Even Jon knows where my money goes. You're usually so sharp—how could you not know?"

This only left Pebberton more confused. What did Jon know that he didn't? Did that mean he was short-sighted?

Borsalino's expression suddenly became serious, as if he were a paragon of righteousness. "Most of my money goes toward a noble cause—helping others. Got it?"

"Helping others? Like aiding poor civilians? That's impossible. You're not that kind of person."

Pebberton shook his head firmly, refusing to believe that Borsalino was capable of charity. If Borsalino didn't cause trouble, that was already a miracle. Helping others? Ridiculous.

"We clearly have no common ground," Borsalino sighed. "You've gone through life so clueless. Helping others, as in rescuing lost young women. Get it now?"

"What the hell!"

Pebberton jumped up like he'd been shocked, pointing at Borsalino in disbelief.

His hand trembled, his lips quivered, and it took him a long time to spit out a single sentence.

"You shameless, despicable creep!"

They were both men. He hadn't understood at first, but when Borsalino mentioned "rescuing lost young women," Pebberton immediately got it. He hadn't thought in that direction before and now felt like his worldview had been shattered.

Borsalino sneered. "It's just human nature. Basic needs. You're older than me, and you don't understand such simple logic?"

Pebberton was speechless. Understand? He didn't understand at all!

After struggling for a while and turning bright red, Pebberton managed to ask again, "Even if it's for that, you don't need to spend so much, do you?"

"Sigh."

Borsalino shook his head with a look of pity.

"I feel sorry for you. Do you even know what romance is? If you're helping people, don't you need to buy gifts? The more you spend, the more you get in return—the more variety you can enjoy. Forget it. Talking to you about this is pointless."

After finishing counting the money, Borsalino stuffed it into his pocket.

"This should be enough for me to have fun for a while. Too bad Sakazuki isn't here this time; I'll have to go alone."

"What?"

Pebberton felt his brain short-circuit. Did he hear that right? Borsalino mentioned Sakazuki?

"No way. Sakazuki too? That's impossible. How could he—what the hell…"

Pebberton felt like his entire worldview had been flipped upside down. No wonder he couldn't keep up with Borsalino and the others. He'd been on a completely different level this whole time.

Seeing Borsalino walking away, Pebberton suddenly yelled, "Wait, Borsalino! I'm coming with you…"

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