Chapter 159: Miss Kalifa's Fan-Fiction Literature

"Besides, through this conversation, I have basically figured out this woman's weakness."

"Money!"

Kalifa reached out, took out her gold card from her bosom; this was nearly half of her savings accumulated over years of missions, totaling twelve million Beli.

Looking at the gold card in her hand, she couldn't help but show an expression of heartache, yet her gaze gradually grew firm:

"You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb; besides, this is for the sake of executing justice."

"..."

"Afterwards, I must make that bastard Spandam reimburse me no matter what!"

The next day.

Inside the room.

Kalifa stood before the mirror, examining the woman in the reflection.

Golden hair draped over her shoulders, a simple bodycon skirt outlined her seductive curves, paired with semi-transparent black stockings, and legs with exaggerated proportions that drove people mad.

With such a posture, let alone men, even women would be captivated.

Kalifa's eyebrows, however, furrowed slightly, for this image had not met her expectations.

She casually placed the gold-rimmed glasses from the table onto her nose, tucked a few strands of falling golden hair behind her ear, and then nodded in satisfaction.

Looking at the stunning beauty in the mirror.

Kalifa's lips curled into a seductive smile:

"For men, beauty is the true ultimate move; I don't believe Knight Gao Wen can hold himself back."

"However, the best plan is certainly not to use beauty to seduce directly, or even throw oneself into the bargain; that would be a loss."

"Instead, it is like fishing: make him fascinated, make him lose his head, make his blood boil, yet let him taste nothing."

"Only in this way can he lose his reason; even seizing a Warlord of the Sea through this opportunity is not impossible."

Speaking thus.

Kalifa turned her head, gazing at the deck outside the porthole.

Early in the morning, a large crowd of shirtless pirates was already gathering on the deck lifting weights.

Roubo Luqi was mingling among them, even one of the most diligent, wearing weighted gear and practicing the Navy's Six Powers.

"Perhaps my progress might be faster than Roubo Luqi's."

Kalifa withdrew her gaze, checked her appearance in the mirror once more, and only after confirming not a single flaw did she turn to leave.

She did not head toward Gao Wen's room, but crossed the corridor, ascended to the top deck of the Raven, and knocked on Nami's door.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

A few breaths later.

The door opened.

Nami, wearing pajamas and looking sleepy, reached out to rub her eyes before fixing her gaze on the person before her.

"Kalifa?"

Nami's heart skipped a beat; recalling how she had interfered and repeatedly ruined Kalifa's plans, she immediately felt somewhat guilty.

But since she had taken Jasha's money, even though she felt a bit awkward, Nami still forced herself to say:

"Is there something you need?"

Kalifa adopted a posture of tears welling up; she held one shoulder, her face flushed, and said:

"Senior Nami~ I... I..."

"I just want to thank Captain Gao Wen in person; if I offended you in any way before, consider these as an apology."

Speaking thus, Kalifa directly shoved her gold card into Nami's hand.

Nami instinctively wanted to refuse; after all, even though she loved money, she considered herself a woman of integrity; surely she wouldn't take money from just anyone, right?

"This isn't good."

Before Nami could continue, Kalifa said directly:

"There is ten million in here; consider it a meeting gift."

"This isn't good... right?"

Nami's eyes immediately turned into the shape of gold coins; she clutched the gold card in her hand tightly, thinking inwardly:

Jasha, oh Jasha~

It's not that I'm betraying my trust; your opponent is simply too strong. Appearance, temperament, figure—every single one is top-tier, and she even possesses such magnificent...

Nami looked at her own meager chest, instinctively covering her pajamas, and sighed inwardly:

Even I am slightly inferior.

The key is that she is giving way too much!

"Let's go."

"I'll take you."

Nami's face displayed a sycophantic smile; she grabbed Kalifa's hand and led her toward Gao Wen's room.

She completely failed to notice the other woman's constantly twitching corner of the mouth.

Kalifa had thought money could settle Nami, but never imagined she would sell out her teammate so readily.

Absurd!

Too absurd!

But this actually makes my mission easier.

After all, once you open this door, you won't be able to stop me afterward.

Kalifa took a deep breath, and her expression returned to normal.

A few minutes later.

The two women arrived outside Gao Wen's room. Nami shoved open his door and pushed Kalifa inside, then walked off with a swagger.

She kept glancing at the gold card in her hand, her eyes narrowing into slits.

"Hehehe~"

……

Inside the room.

Gao Wen watched Nami leave with a sly grin, his lips twitching involuntarily.

He was one hundred percent certain Nami had been bribed by Kalifa, but selling out her teammate so cleanly was downright impolite.

"Captain, thank you for what you did earlier."

Kalifa's voice pulled Gao Wen's attention back.

He turned his head.

There, Kalifa bowed gracefully, leaning forward at the right moment.

A strand of her silky hair slipped down beside her forehead, trailing over her chest, its tip tracing a full, rounded curve; her long thighs, wrapped in black silk, were slender yet softly curvaceous.

Paired with her bashful expression, any normal man would've been instantly hard at the sight.

But Gao Wen's gaze gradually grew cold.

He was never the type to lose control at the sight of a woman.

Though he wasn't some naive virgin, any woman clearly coming at him with an agenda—he would never let her stay by his side.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even know how he died in his sleep.

Besides, Luo Jie and Whitebeard—two men capable of becoming kings—

One fell ill with an incurable disease in his fifties, the other suffered severe illness in old age, losing his ability to reach the summit.

Yet those of their generation—Karp, Sengoku, Lei Li, and the Golden Lion—aside from natural decline due to aging, showed no major physical ailments.

Could this possibly be mere coincidence?!

Gao Wen didn't believe for a second that the World Government or CP hadn't had a hand in this.

It was hard to defeat Luo Jie and Whitebeard at their peak, but giving them incurable diseases was far easier.

Therefore, Gao Wen could never allow a woman from CP to remain by his side, even if her beauty was soul-stirring.

He needed a way to get rid of her…

After a moment of thought, Gao Wen's lips curled into a faint smile.

"I only acted because I was moved by the bond between you and Roubo Luqi. Besides, the one you truly owe thanks to is A Jin."

"He, too, once suffered betrayal, and thus understands your feelings better than anyone."

Kalifa stood up, her eyes shimmering as she fixed them on Gao Wen.

"No—the one who truly chose to save us is you, Captain. And… I…"

Her voice trembled, perfectly mimicking the shy demeanor of a blushing girl, then, as if gathering courage, she spoke to Gao Wen:

"Captain, I—!"

Before Kalifa could finish, Gao Wen reached out and pressed his finger against her rosy lips, silencing her words before they left her mouth.

His face remained expressionless, but he had seen through her long ago—this woman pretending to be heartfelt was nothing but an act.

He sneered inwardly:

You want to play acting?

I may never have eaten pork, but thanks to the internet, I've seen pigs run.

The saying goes: a man with three parts drunk can make you cry.

Thinking of this,

Gao Wen grabbed the red wine on the table, gulped it down in several large swallows, and sighed:

"I know what you want to say, but I'm sorry—my heart already belongs to someone else."

"That woman from Raven's Port?"

"Jia Sha?"

Gao Wen paused, shook his head, and assumed a nostalgic expression:

"Not her. It was much longer ago."

Saying this,

Gao Wen slumped into his chair, his eyes hollow, as if exposing his most vulnerable side to Kalifa.

He turned to gaze out the porthole, resembling a man heartbroken and drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

In truth, Gao Wen was barely holding back laughter.

Seeing this, Kalifa's eyes flashed with sharp insight.

"Captain, what kind of woman was she? I—!"

"Leave."

Gao Wen's voice turned cold:

"Don't do this again. Live for yourself. Go find your own future."

"Captain… I…"

Kalifa opened her mouth to plead, but looked up and met Gao Wen's icy gaze.

Her eyes turned red; she clutched her chest and hurried out.

Squeak!

The door closed.

In the corridor.

Miss Kalifa's expression instantly returned to normal; she pushed up her glasses, unable to suppress a confident smile.

"My acting, honed in the Seven Seas Capital, has not dulled."

"Though I didn't directly win Gao Wen, his actions just now exposed his most vulnerable side to me."

"In other words, I've found the crack in his heart."

"If I'm not mistaken, the woman who's always lived in his heart must be the former Wang Fei of the Goa Kingdom."

Before this undercover operation began, the CP organization had gathered all of Gao Wen's intelligence.

His past romantic history was included, and as the woman who changed his life, Wang Fei Guinevere was Top Priority—CP9 even held dedicated discussions on her.

How to use Wang Fei Guinevere as a breakthrough to truly win over the knight Gao Wen—now all those seemingly useless preparations had meaning.

"What I need to do next is replace Wang Fei Guinevere in Gao Wen's heart."

"If my identity and Roubo Luqi's are exposed, given Gao Wen's current methods, he won't dare strike me—he'll only expel me."

"This is a far superior strategy than seducing with beauty."

Saying this,

Miss Kalifa walked a few steps to the end of the corridor, stepped onto the balcony, and looked down to see Roubo Luqi still training hard.

Noticing Roubo Luqi's drenched body and weary eyes, Miss Kalifa's lips curled slightly, revealing boundless confidence.

"Roubo Luqi… Roubo Luqi~"

"In an undercover mission, personal strength is secondary; winning the heart is the true way."

"With emotional chains, even someone like Whitebeard of the Four Emperors can be bound—if I succeed here, Gao Wen cannot escape my grasp."

"A general-level combatant who can be controlled—none currently exist in CP0."

Miss Kalifa's heart burned; she couldn't help but take a deep breath, and after several minutes, her emotions settled, her gaze cold and clear:

"But."

"The intelligence provided by the CP organization may have gaps; to obtain all information on Gao Wen, I must turn to the people on this ship."

As Miss Kalifa pondered,

A excited voice rang out from the deck.

"Miss Kalifa~~~!"

Sanji's eyes sparkled with hearts, his nostrils flared; faced with such beauty, he forgot his training entirely, drawing disgusted glances from those around him—but they were used to it.

After all, they'd seen this too many times: any attractive woman made Sanji act this way.

"Tch~"

Zoro sneered:

"Bai Chi!"

"Isn't he always like this?"

"What a waste of such talent."

……

Others murmured in agreement, then turned their attention back to themselves, training fiercely.

Before Miss Kalifa could react, Sanji appeared before her, dressed in a suit.

"Miss Kalifa, this is a specially prepared juice for you—please enjoy."

Sanji adjusted his collar with one hand and presented the juice on the tray to Miss Kalifa with the other, his movements elegant and gentlemanly.

He'd even sprayed some perfume to completely mask his sweat odor.

"Thank you."

Miss Kalifa smiled faintly, her gaze falling on Sanji.

According to existing intelligence, Sanji was the person in Gao Wen's pirate crew, aside from Gao Wen himself, who knew Wang Fei Guinevere best.

He was the perfect breakthrough point.

In an instant, Miss Kalifa wove a script in her mind:

Begin by imitating Wang Fei Guinevere, gradually becoming a substitute, inching closer to Gao Wen, until she replaced Wang Fei Guinevere in his heart.

Yet she also knew.

A living person can never defeat a dead white moonlight.

Therefore, after confirming she had already taken second place in Gao Wen's heart—after Wang Fei Guinevere—he must experience a second loss, only then could the divine status of Wang Fei Guinevere in his heart truly be shattered.

This was the strategy of winning the heart!

Thinking of this, Miss Kalifa's smile grew even brighter, so radiant that Sanji was momentarily stunned.

Miss Kalifa… is smiling at me?!

Such a radiant, beautiful smile?!

Instantly, Sanji's heart pounded like a drum; he felt he saw his love.

"Miss Kalifa, what can I do for you?!"

Miss Kalifa took a sip of juice, then turned and asked:

"Mr. Sanji, in your heart, what kind of person is Wang Fei Guinevere?"

Sanji froze slightly, instinctively lifting his head—and saw Miss Kalifa's exquisite face and intoxicating figure.

This…

This...

This...

She even learned about Queen Guinevere just to find common ground with me?

As expected, my judgment was correct!

She likes me!

(End of this chapter)