At night, Skyler had a broken sword stuck in his left shoulder and staggered towards the camp. What was strange was that there was not a single sound in the camp.

Florence and other medics, unlike usual, rushed over to treat Skyler's wounds. Only a man with long hair and no beard was sitting beside a campfire.

As for the others, they were all lying on the ground soundly asleep. The sun had just set at this time, not to mention that their commander Skyler had just experienced a battle that lasted a whole day. They could not be so big-hearted as to do this.

time to fall asleep.

"Did you knock them all out?"

Skyler walked to the bonfire, sat down, and said to Reilly who was roasting meat. Reilly nodded and said: "They were so disobedient and insisted on moving forward. By the way, what was the result of the battle?"

Rayleigh had actually witnessed the whole battle with his own eyes, but he wanted Skyler to tell him.

Hearing this, Skyler's mouth curved into a smile, and the newly scabbed wound on her lip was slightly torn, but she ignored it and said confidently: "I won!"

As he said that, he pointed to the broken sword on his left shoulder and said proudly: "I cut off his sword."

Rayleigh shook his head and said, "So you just let the broken sword stay in your body? Show off?"

"No... the main reason is that my axillary artery was cut off. I don't have the strength to ensure that there won't be heavy bleeding after pulling it out."

Although he was clearly talking about matters related to his own life, Skyler's tone seemed to be talking about trivial matters. Reilly was also used to Skyler's attitude.

He handed a piece of barbecue that was almost cooked to Skyler and said, "Let's eat something first. Bragging is something you have to be alive for anyone to believe it."

Skyler blushed. She had indeed slightly exaggerated the results of her battle.

As for Fossa, his sword was indeed cut off by Skyler, but Skyler was far from being able to call it a victory. After all, in a direct duel, if one side had its sword cut off, it was indeed a defeat.

But the battle is not, and looking at the overall battle, Skyler can only say that it caused a lot of trouble for Fossa.

When Fossa returned to the Moby-Dick in a small boat, he shrouded himself in the moonlight and the shadow of the big ship, and was reluctant to get on the ship. Marco walked to the fence, frowned, and shouted:

"Fosa! Are you okay? Are you injured?"

"Ah? This is...no, Brother Marco, I'm fine, I just...fuck, don't come down!!!"

As Fossa said, he saw Marco jump directly from the fence, his hands turning into wings of burning phoenix flames, lighting up a hundred meters in radius.

Marco, who landed on the boat, looked at Fosa and was speechless for a long time. The captains who gathered around the fence also fell silent. After a while...

"Hahaha~ I'm laughing so hard!"

Bista hammered the fence, then arched his waist and began to laugh wildly, and even crystal tears oozed from the corners of his eyes. The other captains did the same, bursting into laughter, making Fosa's face become increasingly ugly.

As the "confidant sister" in the white group, Marco's face kept twitching when he looked at Fossa, but he tried not to laugh out loud. After Fossa had accumulated a lot of anger, he suddenly seemed to be deflated.

The ball fell down and sat down.

At this time, Fosa's body was covered in blood, which was nothing. After all, it was a battle. Last week, Yizang also came back covered in blood, and from the looks of it, both of them were fine.

What really made the captains laugh wildly was the broken sword on the ship's board and... Fossa's hairstyle.

When we set out in the morning, Fossa's hair style was 3/4 medium-length. Except for the hairline from the front of the forehead to the top of the head, the rest of her hair was still quite lush.

But now... the hair on the right side of Fosa's head was cut off directly. Not only the hair, but also the scalp seemed to have been removed, leaving only the left side and the back of the head with lush hair.

The hair on the top of the head and on the right side... completely disappeared.

Marco held back his smile for a long time before saying: "Fossa, let me treat you. Maybe... it will grow back?"

Fossa lowered his head. Although he began to nod after hearing Marco's words, his head remained lowered and he did not dare to raise it.

Marco sighed and put his hand on the wound on the right side of Fossa's head. Marco did not find it dirty, and Fossa did not cry out in pain. As Marco's phoenix ability was activated, the wound began to heal gradually.

Finally, the wound was completely healed, and Marco, the "intimate sister", thoughtfully helped Fossa remove the blood scab. However, looking at Fossa's hopeful eyes, Marco closed his eyes in pain.

The newly grown skin is tight, smooth, and somewhat incompatible with Fossa's other skin, but the most important thing...has no hair follicles!

The light of hope in Fossa's eyes gradually extinguished, and finally, he said feebly and desperately: "Thank you very much, Brother Marco, Brother Bista, can you please stop laughing? Give me a haircut..."

Bista clenched his fists, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "Okay, what hairstyle do you want?"

Fossa's desperate and trembling voice came out: "Look at me...what other hairstyle is suitable for me?"

"Go bald."

The sea breeze was very cold tonight, so cold that Fossa did not feel "the slightest bit" safe. He stood alone at the fence, one cigar after another, while his other hand stayed on his new hairstyle, unwilling to put it down.

What made Fossa even more melancholy was that the next morning on Newsbird, he looked at the two photos on the column. One showed Skyler cutting off the sword that had penetrated her shoulder, and the other showed Skyler cutting off the sword that had penetrated her shoulder.

Photos of my hair falling out.

"Who is that?!"

Suddenly, a very familiar voice of Fosa sounded. He looked back and found a sleepy white beard looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Dad! It's me! Fossa!"

Hearing Fossa's words, Whitebeard shook his head subconsciously and said, "Fossa went to teach Skyler a lesson yesterday."

As soon as these words came out, laughter louder than the waves broke out on the Moby Dick. The laughter also made Whitebeard wake up completely. He carefully identified Fossa and said:

"When did you go and change your hair style? Are you lazy? Didn't you carry out my mission?!"

"no no!"

Marco saw Fossa's aggrieved expression and hurriedly explained to him. Then he flipped the newspaper that had just been delivered by Newsbird to the column and handed it to Whitebeard.

Whitebeard looked twice and suddenly realized. Then he looked at Fosa and found that his face was full of grievances, and he could not bear it in his heart. After all, this was his own child.

Thinking of this, Whitebeard said: "Fosa, actually you look like this... quite good-looking."

Whitebeard really didn't know how to comfort Fosa. Seeing that Fosa's mood didn't improve at all, he directly pulled a large wine barrel next to him and sat on it.

Then, Whitebeard took off his captain's hat, looked at Bista, who was still checking the ends of his hair in a ponytail, and shouted: "Idiot son! Come here and give dad a bald head too!"

"Ah?! This?! Dad! Think again!"

Bista was a little surprised. When Fosa heard this, he ran over and hugged White Beard and said: "Dad, you don't have to be like this. I'm not sad, not sad!"
Chapter completed!