The next day.
Bob rubbed his still-sleepy eyes and climbed out of bed.
He opened the door, and the blinding light instantly chased away much of his drowsiness it was already noon.
He peeled off a notice stuck to the door "Not accepting new members for now! Do not disturb!" and stepped outside.
Last night, Bob had been pestered by pirates knocking on his door, and he was so annoyed that he had to write a note and stick it in the doorframe, which finally allowed him to get some decent sleep.
Outside, Jojolbaf was standing there, standing valiantly for Bob, his flying hair now gone.
Seeing him, Bob felt relieved. Although it was clear he had cut his hair himself, resulting in a rather mismatched look, it was still much more pleasant than before.
Suddenly, Bob seemed to remember something and reached up to touch his own head.
"Thank goodness! Thank goodness! Still thick!"
He then walked over to Jojolbaf, who stood there like a statue.
"You don't need to wait for me specifically, nor do you have to follow me around all the time. Go do your own thing!"
It was evident that he had not yet stepped out of the mindset of being treated like a slave by the Celestial Dragons, he seemed to prefer viewing Bob as his master, which made Bob feel a bit uncomfortable.
Upon hearing this, Jojolbaf was taken aback for a moment before managing to stammer out a few words.
"Okay! Commander!"
"..."
"Gurararara!"
"Bob, why did you wake up so late today? This isn't like you, the who always wake up early for exercises!"
Whitebeard approached with a smile as he saw Bob emerge from his room.
"Ah! Don't mention it I didn't sleep well last night!"
Bob sighed and replied helplessly.
"Was it a bunch of pirates trying to join your crew?"
Whitebeard leaned closer to Bob and whispered, his expression meaningful.
Earlier that morning, Whitebeard had come looking for Bob, intending to call him, but upon seeing the note on the door, he understood.
"Why ask if you already know?"
Bob shot Whitebeard a glance and smiled.
"Gurararara!"
"You're quite the figure in the Rocks Pirates now there are plenty of people looking up to you!"
"Among them are some with ill intentions, so you need to be cautious!"
Now that Bob was known as the richest person in the Rocks Pirates, it was common knowledge. While some admired him, there were certainly those who envied him after all, a tall tree catches the wind. Thus, Whitebeard offered a friendly warning.
The two then headed toward the dining hall.
.....
Inside the dining hall, a roar erupted.
"Damn long beard, bringing this stuff to fool me again! Damn it, Whitebeard, lets go check the kitchen that guy must be stealing food!"
Bob exclaimed in exasperation after tasting the food in front of him.
The dishes made from the Eat-Eat Fruit could only fill the stomach, and the taste was equivalent to nothing. The last time he had a big meal, it was this food, but he had been so hungry then that he hadn't cared much.
But this time, with the same dish, Bob could no longer tolerate it.
The two stood up and hurried to the kitchen. As they reached the corridor, Bob spotted a cold meal floating from the ceiling.
They were the "Homies" created by Charlotte Linlin, her right and left arms Sun Prometheus and Thundercloud Zeus.
"Damn it! That crazy woman is here too!"
Bob immediately crouch down ready to leap at them. As soon as he saw them, they naturally saw him too, and they were instantly startled, turning to flee.
But Bob was faster than them. In a flash, he pinned Prometheus with his left hand and Zeus with his right hand.
"Charlotte Linlin and Long Beard are stealing food inside! Are you two keeping watch for him?"
"Y-yes!"
The two Homies nodded in terror.
"Bang!"
Whitebeard kicked the door open and walked in, only to find Charlotte Linlin indulging in cakes and desserts, while Long Beard was munching on a chicken leg, grease dripping from his mouth, with piles of food in front of them.
Seeing this scene, Bob immediately erupted in anger.
"I said the food on the ship is damn insufficient, and you keep using fruits to make this garbage to fool us! You two are stealing food here!"
"Now tell me, how do you plan to explain this?"
"Bob" "Whitebeard" the two exclaimed in shock.
Long Beard, as the head chef of the Rocks ship, secretly stealing food was extremely disgraceful. If it got out, the crew would surely skin him alive.
And Charlotte Linlin was not in a much better position although she was a commander, she couldn't take on either of the two in front of her.
"Wait my lord let me explain!" Long Beard said, cold sweat pouring down his face.
"There are too many people on the ship, and their appetites are huge. The supplies run out quickly. Linlin has a mental disorder when she's hungry if she didnt eat this, she'll have an episode!"
"Oh! I see! That's quite reasonable. So tell me, what do you want to do now?"
...
At this, Long Beard trembled, but suddenly an idea struck him.
"Captain Bob, the supplies on the ship are limited. Rather than letting all the crew eat for a few days, wouldn't it be better for just a few of us to eat for a few months?"
Bob and Whitebeard exchanged glances and smiled.
"Should have said that sooner!"
...
At that moment, Charlotte Linlin, sobbing, said, "Bob."
Hearing this, Bob frowned. Damn, here it comes again. He quickly pulled out a pile of food and fine wine for him.
"Bang!"
He slammed the door shut and dashed out like the wind.
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