People are pirates, behind the scenes

starry night.

Desert Kingdom, Alabasta.

area, rainy land.

The lights in the restaurant room are brightly lit.

Beelzebub and Crocodile had a long chat.

From the current intelligence, it is known that Crocodile has only been a Shichibukai for two years and has been investigating the whereabouts of the ancient weapon Pluto, and has not yet touched Alabasta.

The candlelight was dim and the screens were dim.

Crocodile's face shone with light, and in front of him was a huge sandbox.

He raised his finger slightly, and the sand table set off a small sandstorm, which then turned into a desert terrain pattern, with plastic grass representing an oasis.

He pointed to a green space in the sand table: "This is Albana, the royal capital of Alabasta. The Neferutali royal family has continued its history here for hundreds of years. It is trusted by the people and has a standing army of 60. It is the largest in the world. One of the countries with the largest military strength.”

Beelzebub looked at him: "You want to establish power?"

Speaking of which, Crocodile came from a gangster background and was already quite talented in governance.

Crocodile nodded and looked at Beelzebub strangely: "If you want to compete with the Whitebeard Chamber, power is indispensable... And, I don't know why, I always feel that you are very suitable for management."

Beelzebub touched his nose in embarrassment, thinking that it was probably due to the effect of Leadership Level 6.

Damn, my unique charm.

"Power is not built overnight. The most important thing for us now is to recruit strong enough subordinates."

Beelzebub gently tapped the table, and the sand table began to squirm, and finally gathered into a small sword head mark on the local rapeseed flowers.

Rape flower is not that rape flower, but the name of a region.

"I suggest that the organization be initially established here. Rapeseed is backed by the coast and it is a port city in the country. As a maritime hub, it plays a key role in both import and export."

Crocodile's focus was not on this: "Is this your ability, Beelzebub?"

"That's right, repulsion."

Beelzebub said without blushing or heart beating.

He sucked his palm towards the wall mirror, and the wall mirror broke away from the wall with a click and spun around Beelzebub.

A trace of envy flashed in Crocodile's eyes: "You can always create incredible things. The same thing happened with that sword before, and now even you have become a Devil Fruit user."

Beelzebub coughed and said, "What are your thoughts on recruiting targets?"

That's the bad thing about being a polished commander, you have to do everything yourself.

Crocodile narrowed his eyes: "There are a few candidates, but Beelzebub, what do you think the name of our organization is?"

Beelzebub rubbed his chin and said: "Baroque Work Club, you are the president and I am the vice president. As for the matter... I hope you will come forward and I will hide behind the scenes to be your strongest backing. In this way, no matter what happens, You can be more prepared both in front of the stage and behind the scenes.”

Crocodile nodded: "I have considered this aspect. It doesn't matter if you hide behind the scenes. No one else in the organization will know your true identity except me."

"Speaking of which, how are you doing with your domineering training?" Beelzebub said suddenly.

There was a trace of embarrassment on Crocodile's face, and he said in a straight voice: "It's okay."

Beelzebub sighed: "Deceiving yourself and others

But you can't surpass Whitebeard, Kroc. The use and development of the fruit's ability is very important, and the tempering of domineering is also very important. Let me guide you in your practice, and strive to develop the fruit to awakening within 12 years, and your domineering will surpass most people. "

Crocodile was a little dissatisfied: "I can practice by myself!"

Beelzebub raised his finger at Crocodile: "You try to attack me."

Crocodile felt that he had been underestimated: "Beelzebub, you should know my abilities. You can't use your strengths in such a narrow place."

"If you lose, just obey my arrangements."

Crocodile grinned: "What if you lose?"

"I will not lose." Beelzebub said confidently.

"I don't think it may be..."

Crocodile sneered, and a whirlwind of sand suddenly appeared in his palm. The rustling sound of the storm caused the curtains in the room to roll up and the windows to flap.

Suddenly, a terrifying murderous aura and domineering energy centered on Beelzebub spread out like a storm and was precisely controlled in the room.

As if time was frozen, the sound of the storm around him solidified, Crocodile's limbs became stiff, as if he was stuck in a mire, unable to move at all.

"How, how could..." Crocodile had difficulty breathing, and his blood seemed to be frozen in an instant.

He had only felt this sense of oppression from Whitebeard...! !

"Sa, Kroc, do you still think you should practice on your own?"

The chaotic, cold murderous aura made Beelzebub look like a black beast at the moment, full of distorted light and shadow, surrounded by a layer of storm-like halo, like a ghost.

Crocodile's expression was livid, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his veins popped out. He seemed to be in extreme pain.

Beelzebub's murderous and domineering temper restrained, Crocodile was suddenly relieved, and lay limply on the ground, panting.

His back was already dripping with sweat, and it was obvious that the pressure he had just endured had made him mentally tortured.

"You, what have you experienced all these years?"

Crocodile swallowed and looked at Beelzebub in surprise. For the first time, he felt that Beelzebub was so strange.

"Isn't it surprising that the corpse collector has some self-protection skills?" Beelzebub said with an innocent face.

Crocodile's face twitched. If this can be considered self-protection, then isn't it a joke that he has become stronger over the years?

"So, Kroc, do you still think you can become stronger by yourself?" Beelzebub stared at him.

Crocodile's face was uncertain. He raised his head and looked at Beelzebub: "Are you really sure you can defeat Whitebeard?"

Beelzebub spread his hands and said: "You should know very well that at that level, no one is sure to defeat the other party, not to mention Whitebeard's attainments in domineering are better than mine. How far you can go is entirely up to you. One’s own understanding.”

Crocodile was lost in thought. Hearing what Beelzebub said, even Beelzebub couldn't defeat Whitebeard, which made him even more unwilling.

Is the gap between me and Whitebeard really that big? !

Crocodile couldn't help but have some self-doubt, but then he thought, maybe this is the interesting part of climbing the mountain of Whitebeard.

Suddenly, Crocodile's eyes were filled with fighting spirit again.

"Beelzebub, let me start by saying that I am not asking you to help me practice domineering." Crocodile said arrogantly.

Beelzebub didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I know, I've said it before, my practice is not something ordinary people can bear."

"It's what I asked for." Crocodile grinned, took out a cigar from his coat pocket and lit it.

The Baroque Working Society was officially established.

members, two.