One Piece's Abnormal Existence

On the building on the top floor of the Dark Fighting Club, three people were sitting around the coffee table, laughing wantonly, holding handfuls of receipts in their hands, all of which were the deposits for the first main battle.

The bald old man held a handful of small receipts, and said with a hearty smile: "This time, I really earned enough money for my next life. I never thought that, not to mention the black gold handed in, just the small receipts that I secreted are enough to support my life." One of the troops, hahahaha..."

And the old man who persuaded Konghe last time also patted his stomach proudly, "That's right, this is much faster than stealing money, there are those fools who give us money, I just like them so simple, Every time I come here, I bet on my own little thoughts, but in the end, all the random people come here, hahahaha... If I do the same in the next few games, I will form a harem guard myself, humming every day Hey...hahahaha..."

But the laughter didn't last long, and a worried look appeared on the bald face, "How about that bastard, Saber-toothed Tiger? Victory, voluntarily abandoning one's own personality, and entering the bestial personality."

Another man in a suit also held the red wine in his hand and said: "It's hard to control the next time I'm always passively entering the state of Devil Fruit awakening, in case I'm hated by that animal personality, ah... think It’s a headache to think about, or we should do the same, anyway, there are as many people like him in the whole new world.”

The old man put the small tickets back neatly, "Then wait for the next game, maybe he can last until the end of our home game. After all, ten players can fight for half a game." Months, you can’t just give up like that, can you?”

"Okay, then according to what you said, he has to be able to fight, right? After he was turned into a beast last time, the broken Hailoushi liquid injected into his body is still flowing in his blood vessels. If his metabolism If you can't keep up, that fluid won't last until it's his turn if it's not drained in time."

The bald head squeezed his chin, "It should be all right, the season is not impossible to adjust, last time he didn't measure well, this time we will also make statistics, so that there are other people with animal fruits to join us, and we can also There is a way to deal with it, let him eat more laxatives or bananas during this time, and he will be fine if he poops."

"Even so, it's a bit of a pity for that big Shura, who can obviously be cultivated slowly. If you hadn't hacked the money he sent, we wouldn't have killed the donkey at that time, and I will treat you alone now. The question is, how many other things do you plan to do that put the cart before the horse."

After listening to the man in the suit, the bald man laughed loudly, rubbed his stomach and said, "It depends on when I'm full, he treats me like a big brother, what's wrong with my brother spending my brother's money?" It's only right and proper! It's you who killed me, you caused me to lose this brother who is like a close relative, but you know how much I love you, how sad I am, I have to pay you, you know!"

The man in the suit made a cut. Anyway, if it wasn't for his own interests, he wouldn't sit with this big bald head for an extra minute.Every minute has the urge to make him want to vomit, and he can't help but have the urge to kill this sloppy man in one second.

The bald man went on to say: "Now Da Shura is popular enough before, even though he was beaten like that by the saber-toothed tiger in public, the audience still unanimously wants us to have a resurrection match against him. I don’t think I’ve made my name louder than mine, so I should have killed him.”

"Now he's not your brother anymore?"

The bald man patted his thigh, "Brothers don't know how to settle accounts, let alone strangers who have no blood relationship. If you don't arrange a resurrection match for him today, those people will collectively put up the offer (no betting) , do you have to lose him? Do you know how much money!"

The man in the suit was as calm as ever, "Don't worry, I've already arranged this matter. The substitute is the one I sent to kill Da Shura. Anyway, the two of them are about the same size, and they're wearing that Shura mask. No one will recognize it, manipulating the game, it's not the first time for both of you to do it, is it?"

"I knew, I like you so much, it's cool to work with you, hahaha..." The bald man stood up with a swipe, "Since there is nothing else, I'll go with you." The boss has reported, and I can put my share in my room. After that, hehehehe... I will lead you to hehehe, they are all new products, hahaha..."

After the man in the suit and the old man watched the bald man leave, the man in the suit said, "I really don't know what the boss likes about him. He's so annoying. I've seen enough of it for so many years. How about..."

The old man hurriedly put his peddler hat on his head, and stood up, "Go, go...don't tell me these things, I didn't hear anything, let's go, bye, remember to take the money Send it to my room too, thank you very much, bye..." After finishing speaking, he hurriedly left, because hearing this kind of words too much would affect the unity, after all, a philistine businessman like him always seeks cooperation Partner instead of eating alone.

Now there is only one man in a suit left in this room. He picked up one of the receipts and looked at it, "Are you going to hide the truth or fish for the moon?"

……

It was time for the noisy dark fighting meeting, and it started as scheduled. The host held the microphone and started babbling again, starting his unstandard hosting style, but he himself was not conscious at all, anyway, it was so unpleasant.

"Yo Xi! I believe everyone felt deeply regretful in yesterday's game. Our Mr. Da Shura lost, but this is not the point. Even if the host loses, he still has his own privileges. This time, we will What he did was, before the start of the official home game, he had to arrange a resurrection match against Mr. Da Xiuluo. That was a bloody battle against ten quasi-field owners alone. As long as he won these ten people, he would return to the Go to the stadium and enjoy everyone's cheers again, let me hear where are your voices!"

Roar!Roar!Roar!Roar!Roar!

The enthusiasm for the Great Shura immediately ignited the enthusiasm of the audience, and the shouts were one after another, the key points were not uniform, and they gathered together, making it louder than the noise.

"To make a long story short, time flies like an arrow, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle, time waits for no one, not to mention wasting the time of our audience, so please... Da... Xiu... Luo!"

Roar!Roar!Roar!Roar!Roar!

So there was a curtain at the exit, and the masked Da Xiuluo appeared again carrying his mace, and came out with bandages wrapped around his body. Naturally, the audience will not begrudge their voices for such a dedicated player. .

"Okay! The Great Asura has already stood on the field, so the ten prospective field owners, what are you waiting for, come out, and dedicate all your respect to the Great Asura to this martial arts meeting, welcome! them!"

With a swipe of the brush, the curtain was lifted, and everyone who saw it stagnated that enthusiasm, because another big Shura with a bandage on his body walked out carrying a huge mace.

The host responded quickly, "Oh oh oh, so you want to pay tribute to Mr. Da Xiuluo in this way? It's so thoughtful. Welcome...you? Are you alone?"

Then a man wearing their uniform but with blond and black hair suddenly appeared next to him, and handed him a note. The host glanced at it, "So that's it, this resurrection match is the cruelest wheel battle! Shura, are you okay?"

The fake Da Xiuluo gave the host a thumbs up, and the host immediately said: "That's good! Ladies and gentlemen, the competition... let's go... let's start!"