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Chapter 37 Morgans: I need all his information within two days!

Chapter 37 Morgans: I need all his information within two days!
The Grand Line, on an island.

Dense flocks of seagulls flew in and out above the island.

In the center of the island stands a huge building.

The building is shaped like a giant birdcage, with a spherical device on top.

On the main door inside the building, a string of words was clearly written.

[World Economic Journal]

This is 'Newspaper Island', the headquarters of the World Economic News Agency.

At this moment, in the editor-in-chief's office on the top floor of the headquarters.

"Not enough! Not exciting enough!"

A giant albatross wearing a top hat and holding a cane is slamming the sample newspaper in its hand onto the ground.

That was none other than Morgans, the president of the World Economic News Agency, the king of the underworld who monopolized public opinion and intelligence across the entire ocean—'Big News'.

"Look what you wrote! The princess of the Goa Kingdom is engaged. How can such boring content be worthy of being published in the newspaper? Our readers didn't subscribe to us to read this kind of stuff!"

Spit sprayed from his beak: "The Seven Warlords of the Sea! The Four Emperors! Powerful figures capable of influencing the world igniting the sea—that's what people want to see!"

"But, but the president..."

The bald reporter, his head covered in spittle, looked miserable: "I previously submitted a report about the Seven Warlords of the Sea, but you rejected it."

"what?"

Morgans raised an eyebrow and tapped the bald man in front of him hard with his cane.

"Are you kidding!?"

"A fleet under the command of 'Lizard King' Hanafuda was defeated by a supernova—that's certainly newsworthy, but what you're asking for is the headline! The headline!"

He continued, spitting as he spoke: "What's the latest headline? Do you want to take another look?"

"Only news of a 'gold heist from the sky' or a 'military exercises' would be worthy of headlines!"

At this point, he gripped his wings tightly with excitement, as if recalling the turbulent sea two months prior.

And the guy who caused the tremor.

"Do you have any information about the 'Rooster'?"

"The editorial department doesn't have any relevant information yet. It seems that the editor-in-chief, Youji, went into hiding after that incident."

"waste!"

Morgans tapped the bald head, now swollen with a large bump, again with force, and couldn't help but sigh.

As a qualified journalist, he yearns for truly big news.

Even in this great age of pirates, truly explosive news is still rare.

"The Twelve Constellations. Unfortunately, the government won't disclose any information about this organization to me; I only know its name."

He muttered to himself, his words filled with regret.

As one of the kings of the underworld who have a cooperative and tacit understanding with the World Government.

Although the 'Twelve Constellations' is a piece of information that has been temporarily blocked by the World Government and the Navy.

However, Morgans was still able to obtain some relevant information through his connections.

It is quite obvious, however, that the name of an organization is far from sufficient to constitute 'reporting'.

"When will that 'Rooster' reappear?"

With these thoughts in mind, Morgans returned to his desk and poured himself a cup of hot coffee—a famous brand from the West Sea, which he had been enjoying lately.

But it was precisely at this moment
"boom!"

The door to the editor-in-chief's office was violently pushed open, and a young reporter rushed in.

"Hahaha."

He clutched a telegram tightly in his hand, his voice trembling with excitement: "Chief! Big news! Big news!"

Seeing this, Morgans frowned, thinking to himself that young people just can't keep their composure.

"Calm down. I remember telling you during your onboarding training that as journalists, you must be calm and composed."

He elegantly raised his coffee cup, took a sip, and said, "So, what news is it?!"

"It's Crocodile, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, who has been killed!"

"puff!"

So, the 'elegant' Mr. Big News sprayed a mouthful of hot coffee onto the head of the bald reporter not far away.

"The club president!?"

The bald reporter, his head covered in lumps and his face smeared with coffee, looked at Morgans with a bitter expression.

Where did your composure and calmness go?
Morgans ignored him, his massive body suddenly leaning forward: "Killed? By whom? Bring it to me now... cough cough... let me see!"

Halfway through his sentence, he seemed to remember that he needed to maintain the so-called 'composure of a journalist,' so he tried to lower his voice. "Yes, yes!"

The young reporter quickly handed over the telegram.

Morgans took the telegram and immediately began to read it.

But I only glanced at it at first glance...

"This is this"

His gaze instantly sharpened like that of a hawk, and he crushed the coffee cup in his hand on the spot.

"what!"

The shattered pieces of the coffee cup struck the bald reporter on the head again, causing him to let out a scream.

But at this moment, Morgans was clearly no longer able to hear.

Because this "big news" was now breathing heavily as he stared at the top of the telegram, at what appeared to be a scene captured from a distance.

That was in the desert.

The traces left by the massive waves on the desert are still clearly visible—the huge crater, the remaining water, and the torrential rain from the sky are still terrifying even in blurry photos.

The completely altered landscape is enough to illustrate what a fierce battle once took place here.

But that's not the key point; the key point is...
In the very center of the photograph, Morgans can see the two people.

One of them had already fallen to the ground.

Morgans recognized the other party—Crocodile, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, renowned throughout the world.

But at this moment, this great pirate still had hideous scars on his body.

His body was covered in frostbite and burn marks, and his left hand was missing.

That silence spoke volumes—Crocodile was dead.

This is news big enough to shake the ocean.

But at this moment, for Morgans...

Only those who defeat him truly become the focus of his attention.

Because he spotted it immediately—the majestic dragon head mask.

"The head of the sea monster."

Morgans’ enormous wing feathers almost stood on end—as the most intelligent man on the sea, he immediately realized the possibility.

"The second person in the [Twelve Zodiac Signs]!?"

At this thought, Morgans felt his heart pounding uncontrollably.

"Who is he?"

He instantly looked at the young man again, his voice almost roaring.

"It's not certain. All we know for now is that he defeated Crocodile. We still need to wait for further investigation to find out the specifics."

"Then go and investigate immediately!"

Morgans suddenly turned around, and the gust of wind from the flapping of his giant wings swept up the mountain of documents in the office, scattering them in all directions.

"With the Seven Warlords of the Sea defeated and killed, the World Government will definitely send people to Alabasta—to gather as much information as possible before they block any intelligence, regardless of whether it's true or false!"

"Editorial department, intelligence analysis group, independent investigation group... everyone who's free, get to Alabasta!"

"Three days. No! Two days—I need to get all his information within two days!"

"This time, the front page is all about him, and it can only be him!"

Moments later, the entire news agency headquarters erupted in excitement.

Reporters rushed out of the editor-in-chief's office as the Den Den Mushi (snail phone) rang incessantly.

Morgans, the only one left in the editor-in-chief's office, listened with amusement to the chaotic sounds below.

He flapped his wings like an elegant conductor.

"That's right, that's right, that's more like it!"

From inside the bird's beak, he burst into laughter: "The calm sea is so boring, so incredibly boring!"

"The Twelve Zodiac Signs"

He murmured about this organization, which was still completely unknown to him.

But his intuition had already told him so.