Pirates: King of the World From the White Town

Since Abel dared to come here without any disguise, he was naturally not afraid of being recognized.

Or, what he wants is for the sand crocodile to come to him.

Instead of searching everywhere by yourself, why not let the local snakes here take the initiative to bring people here?

If Doflamingo's face is not easy to use, then he can only use his fists to make the sand crocodile more sensible.

After all, he is no longer the weak chicken he was back then.

"Buy and leave."

"456, 15 points big!"

After a while, the chips in front of Abel had piled up into a hill.

lucky?

of course not.

X-ray to understand?

Dabai disguised as a naive young man stood behind Abel.

How can you lose if you play your cards out? !

Unless the other side cheats!

But it is not easy to cheat under the cover of domineering and knowledgeable.

Abel pushed all the chips in front of him casually and continued to bet big.

Seeing this, the rest of the gamblers followed suit and bet big.

The croupier's face was already covered in cold sweat, his hands were shaking a little, and he didn't dare to open it again.

At this time, he received the instructions, and he was touching under the table with a dirty little hand.

"I finally couldn't bear it anymore."

Abel chuckled, every move of the croupier was under his control, and there was nothing to hide.

The croupier, who was about to cheat, suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and then met those terrifying eyes.

"If you press it, you will die."

When this idea appeared in his head, affected by the murderous intent, the croupier had already imagined more than a dozen ways of death in just one second.

"Ah, no!"

As Abel withdrew the overflowing murderous aura, the croupier suddenly screamed and sat down on the ground in a panic, his face pale with fright.

"What are you doing? Hurry up!"

"Now you know you're afraid? Drive!"

"open open open"

"Hahaha, it's big again, this time I made a fortune!"

"Follow the boss to bet, it really is invincible."

After the croupier opened the dice cup with a trembling hand, the audience immediately cheered, and countless gamblers cheered excitedly.

Abel didn't even look at the ashen-faced croupier, and lit a cigarette for himself.

At this time, another strange croupier walked over quickly.

"Mr. Abel, the place outside is too low-level. Our boss invites you to play in the VIP room. We will guarantee that you will have a good time~"

This person emphatically bit the sound on the name, which means that we already know who you are, so it's good to see you almost, and don't make trouble for everyone.

"Why, can't afford to lose?"

Abel let out a puff of smoke disdainfully, "Since you already know who I am, let your boss invite you in person. Why do cats and dogs deserve to threaten me? Get out!"

After finishing speaking, Abel pointed at the original croupier without even looking at the man, and said, "You, continue!"

"Yes, yes, let's start!"

"What are you thinking? If you don't want to do it, just change people quickly."

"Such a big casino can't afford it, right?"

Seeing that the thighs were still going to lead them to continue to make money, everyone immediately cheered up.

The later croupier could only give his companion a persistent look, and then ran back quickly to report.

If someone doesn't save face, he can't help it.

Either let people continue to play, or drive people away.

This back and forth time ended two more.

The chips in front of Abel have reached 200 million Berry, and the rest of the people are also earning a lot of money. They have been completely dazzled by greed, and they don't see if they have the ability to take the money away.

If there is money to take but no life to spend, that would be interesting.

Some calm-minded people were ready to accept as soon as they were ready, and rushed to the counter with their chips to exchange money.

At this time, the croupier who left finally came back.

"Mr. Abel, our boss is quite sensitive and cannot show his face outside. But he is already waiting for you in the VIP room, do you see?"

"Identity sensitive? That's indeed very sensitive, lead the way. Remember to help me exchange these chips into money later."

"Okay, this way please."

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Abel no longer made things difficult for the other party.

Instead, those gamblers began to lament like their dead mothers.

They persuaded Abel to stay and play two more games.

I don't know the appearance of these people has been recorded by the croupiers around. They can leave after a while, but they have to keep the money.

Some guys may even have to stay with their lives.

Casino money is so easy to earn?

Walking into the inner space, Abel found that the sand crocodile has indeed spent a lot of money in recent years, otherwise it would not be so rich in decoration.

"Here we are, this is here. Everyone, please come in."

After the croupier led the person to the door of a certain room, he withdrew.

Obviously this is not where he can enter.

Pushing the door open, the first thing that catches the eye is a reception room with a huge space, and then a viewing space separated by glass.

Dozens of ferocious banana crocodiles are kept inside.

This banana crocodile can easily crush rocks and even feed on sea kings.

It got its name because of the banana-shaped protrusions on the top of its head.

At this moment, a figure was standing in front of the glass, watching these 'pets' eat.

Men and women in different clothes were thrown in from above.

Some of them are gamblers who owe gambling debts that cannot be repaid, some are unfavorable employees, and some are uninterested business opponents.

The last value of these people is to be the banana alligator's dinner.

Use your own life to please the owner here - Sha Crockerdale!

"Can I understand that this is for me to show off? Mr.0 or Mr. Crocodile from Qiwuhai?"

Abel just enjoyed the screams of these people, then sat down on the sofa feeling bored, and picked up the high-end cigars placed on the table to study, without treating himself as an outsider at all.

"Didn't Doflamingo teach you the etiquette of being a guest?"

Crocodile turned around with a gloomy expression on his face.

Combined with the previous scene of the banana crocodile eating people, ordinary people must be frightened, and it is estimated that they can't even speak well.

But Abel didn't like that at all.

"Stop your temptations, Crocodile. I have come to Alabasta this time only to deal with some private matters, which have nothing to do with my captain."

"Personal matter? Don't tell me, your personal matter is to bring a group of gamblers who don't want to die to win my money?"

Crocodile walked to Abel and sat down, crossed his feet and put them on the table, his tone and expression were very mocking.

If he didn't want to provoke a fight between Qi Wuhai, he would have done it long ago.

Abel finished disposing of the cigar in his hand, and then lit himself, "If you don't make some noise, how can the majestic king of the desert be willing to meet a little man like me?"