In just such a moment, Mawson could guess how many pathos and bloody plots would unfold in Hancock's mind.

"Hancock, please wait for me on the boat for a while. I will come over to find you after I complete my mission."

"Okay, I'll wait for you then." The aggrieved voice was a little low.

Just as Mo Sen was about to hang up the phone, another faint sigh came: "After all, I was the one who resisted everything."

Mohsen: "..."

Showmanship is a disease and it needs to be cured.

"Otherwise, just follow the life card and come to me."

"Really, then you wait for me, I will be here soon."

The phone hangs up.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Hancock's figure to appear in Mawson's sight. The next second, he was standing next to Mawson. Salome, who came with her, stuck out her tongue desperately. It looked like she might be there next moment.

The sense of sight of sudden death.

"Mosen, who is she?"

Looking at Perona, who was wearing a cute princess style, Hancock looked wary, thinking that he would definitely buy a costume like this later.

Mo Sen shook her hand and said: "This is Moria's adopted daughter. Her fruit abilities are very interesting. I also thought about... inviting her to join the navy, but she refused."

Hearing the word "rejection", Hancock breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she became angry because Perona rejected Mawson. She had never refused any of Mawson's requests. Why should this woman?

Seemingly aware of Hancock's thoughts, Mawson found it a bit funny. Hancock was indeed the cutest.

"Both Moria and Absalom have appeared in the Golden City. If you want to find him, go there. Don't get involved in the turmoil in the Chambord Islands. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't arrest you.

go back."

It wasn't until Mawson and Hancock walked away and disappeared that Perona took action.

He grabbed the teddy bear in his hand and shook it hard: "Huh, what's the air? If I can't beat you, I must let you taste my power...
Chapter completed!