One Piece: Fists of the Quartet

Chapter 59

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The chopsticks in Zhang Youli's hand suddenly broke in two.

Today he was sitting at a table near the window, and Angsey, who was scooping noodles in a neat manner, trembled again when he heard the familiar cracking sound.

Zhang Youli threw the broken chopsticks into the trash can, took out another pair of chopsticks from the basket on the table, and continued to slurp the noodles.

"Dear guest, look, can you make the force of chopsticks a little bit smaller?"

Sweat dripped from the face of the fat chef standing aside, his face was blushing, and he looked at Zhang Youli with an expression that dared not speak out.

Zhang Youli stopped talking noodles, leisurely took out another stack of Baileys from his trouser pocket, and slapped it on the table, then stopped looking at him and concentrated on talking noodles again.

The fat chef silently picked up the Bailey on the table, and silently returned it to the back kitchen.

"Uncle, this is already the No.18 pair of chopsticks he broke."

Anglesey bent down, keeping the same level as the fat chef, and whispered in his ear.

"Hey, he has money, so if he breaks it, he will break it."

The fat chef sighed softly, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.

But his hand was stroking Bailey quickly, as if counting how many there were.

"Uncle, is he threatening me? Let's go on like this."

Anglesey trembled all over as he spoke.

The fat chef patted him on the shoulder, moved with difficulty in the small back kitchen, walked to the table, opened the drawer where Bailey was placed, and sighed in satisfaction after putting Bailey in.

"It's okay, I think he is so handsome, he must not be a bad guy."

Anglesey's Adam's apple was throbbing up and down, as if he was about to say something, but the fat chef interrupted him with a wave.

"If you want me to tell you, I don't understand you either. Why do you refuse to sell your formula to him? He looks very satisfied with your medicinal diet. If you sell it to him, his kind The money given by the big shot must be enough for you and your mother to live for a lifetime."

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An Gexi's hands froze in mid-air, and it took a long time before he recovered and put the noodles in the bowl.

He turned around, leaning his back against the window, lowering his eyebrows.

"So what if it's sold? What if Bailey is robbed again?"

The fat chef's body also froze. He turned his head and looked at Angsey who lowered his head and remained silent.

"It's been so long. You still haven't let go of that thing."

"How can I let go that my dad doesn't know where he died now? How can I let go?"

Angesy's voice was so low that only the fat chef in front of him and Zhang Youli, who was cooking noodles, could hear dozens of people in the noodle shop.

"Child. People can't always live in the past. You have to look forward and think about your mother."

The fat chef came over as if comforting, and put his head on Anglesey's chest.

Anglesey was silent for a while, then spoke.

"Uncle, you know that I have been weak since I was a child; it is probably impossible for me to seek revenge from them, so the only thing I can rely on now is the medicinal food in my hand. I want to use it to enter the palace and meet the king, so that He ordered, kill all those goddamn mafia!"

boom--
At the end, Angsey's voice became louder and he slapped the table excitedly.

All the guests in the noodle shop who were bowing their heads were attracted by the sound, and stared blankly at Angsey, whose back was facing them.

boom--
The door of the noodle shop was forcefully pushed open, and a group of marines rushed in.

Ka Ka Ka!
The bullet was loaded in an instant, and dozens of guns were aimed at Zhang Youli who was still stunned.

All the people in the noodle shop then skillfully crouched under the table with their heads in their hands.

Tap-tap-
The leather shoes stepped on the wooden board, making a regular sound. The visitor seemed to be deliberately creating a sense of oppression, and the steps that came in were not hurried or slow.

A group of marines aiming at Zhang Youli split a road in the middle, and an old man in a white robe of justice stood in the middle of the road.

"Sir, I am now arresting you on charges of stealing naval property."

The old man walked forward with a smile, looking at Zhang Youli with a hint of pride and cunning in his eyes.

Gudongdong--
Zhang Youli drank the noodle soup on the table in one gulp, then slowly raised his head.

"Yo, dead old man, we meet again."

The person in white clothes of justice in front of him was the one who squatted in the room covered with reward orders and exchanged money for Zhang Youli.

"How dare you bark when you are about to die, hum! Take it away!"

"Yes! Lieutenant Colonel Clow!"

After walking up to the first two sailors, after respectfully saluting, they strode towards Zhang Youli who was still sitting.

Navy? Really don't think of conflict.

Looking up at the two navy soldiers approaching like him, Zhang Youli sighed inwardly.

"Okay, I'll go with you, don't do this."

Zhang Youli got up, and the two sailors came forward to tie his hands, but they couldn't break Zhang Youli's hands in his trouser pockets, and his face was sweating anxiously.

"Humph!"

The little old man took a deep look at him, snorted coldly, turned around and led the way out, and Zhang Youli followed him slowly out of the noodle shop, and then the sailors who were waiting in full force drew their guns and withdrew out of the noodle shop in an orderly manner.

In the noodle restaurant, other people got out of the table and looked at each other.

"What's wrong, little brother?"

"I don't know, probably Colonel Hager is making money again."

"Hehe, how many times is this the reason for stealing the navy's finances this year?"

"Hush, keep your voice down, you don't want to die, and Colonel Hager has always done this to outsiders, and we locals have not been persecuted, what are you worrying about?"

In the back kitchen, the fat chef crawled out from under the table and glanced at Angsey in a daze.

"It's broken! He didn't give me the money!!"
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thump--
In a luxurious office, a pair of shiny leather shoes was placed on the table, and a large box of money was thrown beside it.

Zhang Youli stared at the man sitting on the big chair in front of him.

With a ferocious face and long legs, it is estimated that he stands [-] meters tall.

At this time, he was holding a half-burned cigar between his fingers, and he rubbed the corners of his sleepy eyes quite forcefully, as if he didn't even look at Zhang Youli, he turned his head and looked straight at the little old man standing respectfully by the side .

"The gang of mafia have a high sense of existence recently, you go and warn them."

"Well, is this the stolen money? Put it in the treasury, this person, throw it in the prison."

Zhang Youli looked at this handsome man with cold eyes, only feeling something churning in his body.

But he endured it and spoke.

"Wait, I know Lieutenant General Garp."

This sentence seemed to arouse the interest of the man sitting on the chair. He finally straightened up from the chair and looked straight at Zhang Youli.

After carefully looking up and down Zhang Youli, he collapsed back again, this time with an even more impatient tone.

"Do you know Lieutenant General Garp? I know Lieutenant General Garp too, and he knows Lieutenant General Garp too." Hey, he called out to the soldiers standing at the door: "Do you know Lieutenant General Garp?"

despair--
The navy saluted quickly.

"I know it, Colonel!"

"Very well, you can go back."

He looked at Zhang Youli standing in front of him, and spread his hands.

"Look, everyone knows Lieutenant General Garp. He will be thrown into prison and you will be released after two or three years. Don't worry."

Zhang Youli looked at the colonel with his hands outstretched in front of him, and the smile on his face became more and more dangerous.

"Then what if I don't want to squat?"

The man on the chair stood up and looked down at Zhang Youli.

"Then I will help you."

(End of this chapter)