The Arrogant And High-Profile History Of The Pirate’s Richest Man

The night is getting deeper.

The crescent moon is hidden in the clouds and appears like a thief from time to time.

At the hotel halfway up the mountain, many people squatted in some dark places.

A few of them can't live anymore.

"The Golden Emperor is in the hotel, do it!"

"Yes!"

Just as a group of people were working on it, in the hotel room.

Crocodile was sitting by the window, smoking a cigar and spitting out the smoke ring. He saw that the color had covered the surroundings of the hotel, and he had almost a panoramic view except for some particularly powerful ones.

"The time has come to test you."

"Do not disappoint me."

Crocodile retracted his gaze to look at Aquino, who was still confused in his thoughts, and his attitude was a lot milder.

Now Aquino's reaction has initially met his requirements.

Ruzi can teach!

Not in vain to waste so much saliva to teach.

"Ah! Oh!"

Aquino recovered, but was even more silly than before.

Now he hasn't consumed the team mission culture expressed by Crocodile, and there is always a voice in his heart telling him that he can't believe it, but the more he thinks about it, the more it makes sense.

Everything the other party said was to his taste.

But~

Aquino was entangled, as if schizophrenic.

However, he was not completely brainwashed, but was confused.

Or run away?

Just take advantage of this opportunity.

Aquino took a deep breath, pressed his messed heart, opened the window in one fell swoop and jumped down.

Crocodile pinched his cigar with one hand, with an expression of victory in hand.

He is not so stupid that Aquino can accept the team's purpose culture once, but this time he is not impatient, but finds the goal in general.

Even if Aquino wanted to escape this time, he wouldn't move.

He believed that he could use the truth to convince Aquino that fighting and forcing was too rude, even if he succeeded in the end, Aquino would still be unconvinced, which is not conducive to the harmony of the team.

What's more, he is Crocodile, and he doesn't bother to use tough methods.

Unless you can't help it!

"kill!"

"what!"

"Temperature punch."

"Shoot and shoot!"

A burst of screams broke through the night, blood mixed with screams, and added a touch of sweet music to the night.

Achino’s husband was not open, and his whole body was as red as a red soldering iron. The heat wave rolled with one punch and kick, and even blocked the attackers.

Crocodile stood in front of the window and could smell the meat slightly.

It's wonderful.

In the bedroom, Caios had fallen into a light sleep.

Even so, seeing and hearing colors cover a radius of 100 meters, as long as there is a threatening aura, he will open his eyes for the first time, but he is not as powerful and detailed as being awake.

Ever since his awakening, Kaos has released it all the time, trying to cultivate to the level of Fujitora.

When I was tired at first or when I was sleeping, I couldn't let go of seeing, hearing and color.

But now that the accumulation of months and months, Kaos has become a habit, but the release is strong and weak around the clock, but it keeps releasing every minute and every second.

Don't think it's easy.

Strictly speaking, seeing and hearing sex is a kind of mental exhaustion and a very serious burden.

That's why sometimes when Kaos really rests and sleeps, he sleeps for several days at a time.

There are slack and slack, Kaios still understands this.

At the same time, the goddess of a few kilometers high in the sky closed her eyes tightly, standing still like a statue.

This also means that Kaos is practicing all the time, whether it is seeing or hearing the color or the golden fruit!

This situation is no longer enough to make up for one's weaknesses, but to practice while playing.

It can be expected that when all this becomes a real instinct and habit, Kaos will not be able to remain strong.

A very simple and rude way of cultivation.

But it's a bit cruel to myself.

For B, Kaos can pay any price, very cruel.

"Ah~"

"my hand."

"Help!"

Outside, Aquino smashed all sides, and slowly began to take the initiative instead of defending.

Just kill farther and farther.

Crocodile, standing by the window, swallows the clouds, his eyes are full of playfulness.

Slowly, Aquino gradually disappeared into the night, leaving only a lot of pirates looking at each other.

Some pirates began to cheer, thinking that they were waiting for Aquino to scare away, and then turned and stared at the hotel with greed.

"It seems to be too anxious, not deep enough!"

"It will take a while."

Looking at the pirates who came round again, Crocodile flicked soot, Aquino's actions were expected.

Turning into flying sand, he appeared outside, looking at the pirate Crocodile in all directions with a look of disdain.

Aloft as if looking down at the ants.

The swastika is flowing behind, the black fur coat is flying, and the big back is even more meticulously combed!

"It's Crocodile, King of the Desert with a reward of 560 million."

"As long as you kill him, you can catch the Golden Emperor."

"Come on, brothers!"

Some pirates may have been stunned by the broken arms and blood on the ground, brandishing long knives and bloody blood, and they didn't even look at Crocodile at all.

"Kill!"

"Grab the Golden Emperor."

"The world's greatest wealth."

Facing the menacing pirate thugs, Crocodile's face was unwavering, and he landed on the ground and lifted his right foot, dancing wildly with his black leather coat behind him.

"Erosion reincarnation."

Sand-Sand Fruit's ability was used, and the ground began to dry up with Crocodile as the center, and everything was deprived of life wherever it went.

"what!"

"what is this!"

The pirates rushing forward looked terrified, and fell to the ground one by one, instantly turning into corpses.

No one can resist, but there are no more people standing within a hundred meters of breathing.

Some of the pirates who were far away or had not yet rushed, all swallowed and stood upright.

"A bunch of scum!"

Easily cleared the 100-meter range, Crocodile was full of rampant, and it also looked pretentiously at some people occupying high points, such as the Reaper, which is fairly decent and powerful pirates.

These are smart people.

But unlike the ones that just rushed to kill, they were completely cannon fodder.

All of them are the same as mentally retarded, and they don't know where the courage comes from thinking that they can catch the Golden Emperor.

Wow!

Crocodile turned into flying sand, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

He needs to get Aquino back and take another lesson.

As for the people around the hotel, it is easy for the BOSS, Crocodile has never cared about it.

He is most interested in teaching Aquino now.

On the other side, Aquino rushed quickly, but for some reason he was not as happy as he imagined, but rather a little worried about gains and losses.

The team mission culture that Crocodile talks about is all in my mind!

"Wake up, those goals can be achieved by themselves!"

Aquino patted his face to make himself sober.

Coming to the port, Aquino intends to grab a pirate ship, as far as it is from here!

But~

A piece of flying sand condensed in the air, Crocodile bit his cigar and looked at Aquino blankly.

"Where do you want to escape?"

Aquino's face changed, and he clenched his fists with anger.

"Temperature punch."

Now that the decision has been made, you can't regret it!

Aquino also has his own arrogance, and he did it right away.

Crocodile didn't have any extra moves, and his right hand clenched a fist to cover the armed color, and the second love education began to take place! !

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