I'm Selling Jars In Pirates

Chapter 927

“Hey, I said, Scuardo!

Justin said, “Don’t you want to keep going on adventures? Don’t you want to keep sailing the seas freely?”

“Should you feel nostalgic? Scuardo! Teacher: Do you really want to spend your whole life in this dark place in those days when you were roaming freely at sea?”

“Hey you little boy, you don’t want to

Skuard narrowed his eyes.

“Well, anyway, Scuardo, Mister Five Seven Zero, I will accept your position, Seven Five Seas.

Justin smiled, “After all, I also spent a lot of effort, it would be too much trouble if it was wasted!”

“But, the question is, Scuardo, what do you want to do now, teacher? Do you want to give up Qiwukai or

“Or were you killed? Hey, hee hee, hee hee! Are there any other options?”

Scuardo smiled, “I seem to have only one choice!”

“Really? Isn’t that great?”

Justin delighted, “It’s a bit like the West Blue hero of the year!”

Resilience is never an ugly thing. Learning to compromise is largely what a seaman should learn.

“So, Scuardo, sir, what do you want to do next?”

Justin said, “It wouldn’t be a strange thing to be chased by Marine after losing the position of Wu Hai No. 7? If Marine asked me to hand you over to them, I would not refuse.

“Hey,!”

Scuardo smiled, “So? Boy. What do you want to say?”

“Well, since I have become Qiwuhai, can my name naturally protect the pirates?”

Justin smiled.

“As you think, Scuardo, sir, do you want to gamble?”

“A bet?”

Scuardo licked his lips. “Hey hey, how do you gamble?”

“Do you want to fly my flag?

Transaction progress

“Blu blu blu!”

The phone rang suddenly.

In the spacious office, the phone on the desk rang, as if taken aback.

During the Sengoku period, the black-framed blue mirror and the braided beard made it look somewhat intolerant as its eyes lifted from the papers on the desk.

Hello Sengoku, the phone is ringing!

The white-haired old man sat on the opposite sofa with Xianbei in his mouth, looked at Sengoku and said with a smile, “Grab it!”

Sengoku stared at his old friend reluctantly and answered the phone reluctantly. Mo Simon, a teacher during the Sengoku period?

Justin’s somewhat lazy voice came, “Isn’t there anything wrong with Sengoku teacher? Late, why didn’t you answer the phone for so long? I thought Naval Headquarters was breached and Sengoku teacher was dead.

“Pfft hahaha!

Sengoku hasn’t spoken yet, sitting across from Marine Hero, Garp the Fist is already smiling, “Hello, Sengoku, this kid is so funny! He said you’re dead! Hahahaha!”

“Not so funny, Garp!”

Sengoku grabbed the papers on the table and threw them at his old comrade. The tone was full of anger. “Hahaha!”

The old man Garp didn’t get out of the way, and let the papers tossed over his head. He ate the shellfish with a smile.

“Sengoku-sensei? Is he really dead?”

The phone worm made the sound of Justin questioning. Justin has heard the conversation between Sengoku and Garp since 2.3. However, there are not many opportunities to make fun of Marshal Marine like this. If you can talk more, you can talk more.

“The power of Pluton?

Sengoku tried his best to quell his anger, picked up the phone coldly and said:

“Cough, late! Mr. Sengoku turns out you are not dead!

Justin’s voice sounded surprised. It seems to really want to know why Sengoku,