The arrogant and high-profile history of the pirate's richest man

"what's your name!"

Chaos felt that this young man looked familiar, and he probably saw it somewhere. The one he could remember should be the cutscenes in the original novel, and the minimum was an eighteenth-line supporting role or cannon fodder.

Most likely it was when one of the spouses was a child.

"Daz Bowness."

Daz Bonis tried his best to meet Chaos' black eyes, his palms were covered with cold sweat, even though his legs were trembling.

I keep cheering in my heart, and I can't let the other party underestimate me.

In order to realize his dream, he looked at Chaos stubbornly, unyieldingly, and tenaciously.

"Daz Burnis?"

Chaos frowned, never heard of it!

But the child's eyes, he likes it very much.

That kind of stubbornness and reluctance to admit defeat, who is obviously frightened but always keeps looking at him, can be seen from a young age whether he has potential or not.

"Boss, this brat is a devil fruit capable user."

"What is it called the Fruit Comer?"

Crocodile remembered that Bowness had explained his ability, but he forgot it in a blink of an eye.

"Oh?"

Chaos became more interested.

"It's the fruit of chopping."

For forgetting Crocodile, Bowness didn't fluctuate too much, and calmly revealed his ability.

And his hands turned into cold blades, which he showed to Chaos.

As Bowness showed his ability, Chaos suddenly realized.

Isn't this Mr.1, Lao Sha's future subordinate?

It can turn any part of the body into a blade, and the skin is like steel, it is simply a block of iron that can reach the sky in one step.

No wonder it looks familiar.

After all, Chaos only remembers the title of Mr.1, so he really doesn't know the exact name.

This devil fruit is not ordinary, it develops in the direction of a great swordsman, coupled with a powerful armed color, it might be a living black knife.

So much potential!

If he is awakened, maybe he can make a sword mound, Wan Jian Guizong or something.

Now people are also very young, just able to start from a doll.

call out! ! !

Chaos flicked his fingers, and shot towards Bonis, the air was torn along the way, Bonis didn't even have time to react, his body was bent, his face was flushed, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and he flew out and hit the wall of a house on, causing a lot of screaming.

After the dust dissipated, Bowness lay dying among the ruins, his eyes full of weakness.

"Sure enough, he is a blade man, but he still needs to practice hard."

Chaos didn't use much strength, just to test the fruit of chopping.

The opponent's body has indeed turned into a blade, comparable to iron.

It's just that the iron is not very hard, so the defense is not very high.

"Are you going to accept him as a younger brother?"

Chaos looked at Crocodile, not objecting to this situation.

As long as they have the ability, even if they subdue Warring States and Karp as his younger brother, he will have nothing to say.

It's just that Aquino and others have never had this idea, so Stuci has three direct subordinates, namely Kasmi, Lili, and Cocos, but that was before they met Chaos. The three subordinates in the army are not very effective, and they only assist Stuci in managing government affairs.

It's a secretarial type.

Looking at it this way, it seems that none of the several managers are directly under their subordinates.

Three generations withered!

Some are indifferent.

"Still under investigation."

Crocodile breathed out a smoke ring, and the swastika quicksand symbol spinning behind his back shot out a strand of sand, which rolled up Bownis and brought him back.

"He has great potential. He can focus on big swordsmen and armed domineering."

Chaos picked up the coffee and took a sip.

"That's what I planned to do too."

Crocodile plagiarized Chaos' ideas without leaving a trace.

"I'm staying in the Chambord Islands for the past few days. You can tell them about the group's purpose and culture."

"I'm going out for a walk!"

Chaos threw Bacala to Crocodile, and just went out leisurely.

The reason why he asked Crocodile to come to the Chambord Islands was to brainwash Bacala.

With Crocodile's attainment of passing down, he should be able to reverse Bakara's thoughts in a short period of time, at least to cut off the idea of ​​escaping.

In addition, Bacala's foundation is too weak, so he needs to practice hard.

The only thing that can be obtained at present is the lucky fruit, and the others are scum.

Not to mention anything else, at least two of the six styles must be known, the first is shaving and the moon step, and the second is the two-color domineering. Since the richest group takes this position, it must be strong.

The minimum passing line is also the level of the lieutenant general of the Navy headquarters.

Otherwise, Chaos couldn't afford to lose that person.

But for formal practice, you have to go back to Poppy Island, and the bear can be used as a blood bag, so that the original 12 hours of practice can be increased to 20 hours.

As long as you can't die by practicing, then practice to death.

Hard work makes up for it!

It is believed that under this kind of hell-style cultivation, the two of them will rejuvenate in a few years and reach the peak of their strength.

"Hello! What is the group's purpose and culture?"

Bacala is not calm anymore.

As soon as you hear it, you know it's not a good thing.

"The true meaning of life!"

Crocodile glanced at Bacala, then withdrew his eyes and flicked the cigarette ash, looking melancholy at the place where Chaos left.

He knew it was no good coming here.

"The true meaning of life?"

Bacala was even more confused.

I don't understand at all!

But it sounds very profound.

"Cough cough cough..."

There was a cough on the ground, and Bowness was relieved.

Chaos shot very well, otherwise Bonis would have been shot through by finger force, how could he just vomit blood, just wait a little longer.

"Come and sit!"

Crocodile may have been waiting for Bowness to slow down, and after signaling Bowness to sit down, he began to stand up and prepare to explain the group's purpose and culture.

It seems that he has not explained the truth to a person alone for a long time.

Although Bacala was very suspicious, she still had a little expectation and curiosity.

I saw Crocodile waved his hand, and a sand drawing board appeared in front of him, and a few large characters began to appear on it.

"Our richest group is different from other forces. What we talk about is not sophistication, but fighting and killing!"

"The pursuit is the true meaning of life."

"What is the true meaning of life? That is the philosophy that can only be understood between death."

"..."

Baccarat and Bowness sounded lofty at the beginning, and the style was not so profound.

From time to time, I still feel that what Crocodile said is good, and I nodded to show my approval.

just~

As time goes by slowly~

"Arrogant and high-profile, bearish on life and death, just do it if you don't accept it..."

"The group never restricts your nature, what you want to do, what you do boldly, you can do whatever you want, the purpose is to let everyone live freely in this world without any constraints!"

"Not only are you not afraid of trouble, but you also make trouble specifically!"

"Destiny must be on our side. Even if it is not here, we must find ways to get it to our side..."

Bacala opened her mouth slightly at some point, looking at Crocodile as if she was insane.

The three outlooks, the world outlook, and the outlook on life have been insulted like never before!

How is this different from the bandit's three-light policy?

Return the true meaning of life.

Isn't it just to die?

What a mental retardation!

Bacala feels more and more that she has fallen into the big pit of insanity, and it may be difficult to climb out.

Crocodile is still talking, but Bacala has become impatient, feeling that she will go crazy if she continues.

Bowness, on the other hand, was deep in thought, as if the universe was colliding with sparks in his head, countless truths splashed out, and he even started to infer other things from one instance.

He was originally a fan of Crocodile, and even regarded Crocodile as a savior, a beam of light that changed the world.

Once this positioning is entered, what Crocodile said is the truth. .