Pirates: Across the World

Three days later, Hannabal, "a gathering place for pirates".

"Old man, I want to sign up to compete!"

Chuck smoothed his hair rather coquettishly - after a period of adaptation, the prosthetic limb containing some Germa technology has allowed him to understand how to play, and it is easy to perform such fine movements.

The expression of the old man in charge of reception remained unchanged.

Looking at Chuck, he raised a finger and said slowly: "Five million Baileys."

500 million Baileys, it's not too much, it's not too much.

Chuck suddenly felt some pain in his body.

Anyone who dares to hold a "death match" every year is not a fool.

One team is 500 million, ten teams are 5000 million, and one hundred teams are [-] million.

There are at least more than 200 teams participating in the "Death Match" every year...

It’s still illegal to raise money to make money.

After obediently paying the money and taking away the permanent pointer, Chuck accidentally glanced in the direction of the "Sea House" bar.

It didn't matter if he didn't sweep. With this sweep, he discovered something was wrong.

Why did Uncle Conrom's bar get smashed?

"Old man, I want to ask you something."

Chuck said in a seemingly unconcerned tone: "What's going on over there? How can a good place be demolished so easily?"

"You are talking about the "House of the Sea"."

The old man raised his head and glanced into the distance, and chuckled, "This is not what happens if you offend Gaspard."

Gaspard.

This wasn't the first time Chuck heard the name.

Could it be that......

Suppressing the bad thoughts in his heart, Chuck left the cave.

Back on the ground, Kyle came up to him immediately, "Is the matter done?"

"Ah."

While handing the permanent pointer to the other party, Chuck said: "Boss Kyle, something unexpected happened to Mr. Conrom."

"what?"

Kyle's face darkened.

"Gaspard smashed the "Sea House", and Uncle Conrom's whereabouts are unknown." Chuck smiled bitterly and shook his head, "It seems that we have tricked Uncle."

"Gaspard..."

After silently repeating the name several times, Kyle started to think twice.

I haven't touched you yet, but you jumped out first?

court death!

......

......

"I am indeed a genius!"

Putting down the paint, Ace looked at his work with satisfaction and couldn't help laughing.

perfect.

so perfect!

Why didn't I realize before that he actually had the potential to be an artist?

"You had a lot of fun."

Cavendish rolled his eyes, "Don't forget, we are still in Kyle's hands."

Having said that, Cavendish has been very relaxed these past few days, and even sleeps much more peacefully - at least, he no longer has to worry about waking up in a pool of blood.

"Of course I haven't forgotten it. When that guy comes back, I will continue to challenge him..."

Ace muttered something under his breath.

Pulling up the flag, he showed off the logo he designed.

"Look! He looks handsome!"

On the black flag, a crooked skull is outlined with white powder, and two scimitars are crossed and placed behind the skull's head.

Cavendish's evaluation is that, leaving aside the painter, there is no doubt that the creativity is zero.

Hearing this, Ace's face dropped and he said angrily: "Hey, Cabbage, do you understand art?"

Roll... cabbage?

Three black lines appeared on Cavendish's forehead, and his face twitched, "I don't understand art? This young master is the embodiment of beauty and art! Haha, I think your brain is burned out."

"What did you say?"

Ace has a hot temper and can get angry easily.

"It seems like it would be a good idea to practice with you before challenging that guy today."

"I can't ask for it!"

Cavendish silently drew his sword.

Not far away, Maskud Deus silently covered his forehead.

These two fools, even if they had their brains taken out, were no match for the "Judge", it was a shame that he had been thinking of ways to escape these days.

There is really no normal person around me!

"What a dynamic group of people."

Robin sat under the umbrella with a smile on his face, holding a cup of high-quality Siboli black tea in his hand.

Parasol, beauty, afternoon tea.

Elegant.jpg.

"Yes."

Maskud sighed.

Although he didn't want to admit it, after spending the past few days together, he realized that what Kyle had said was true.

This is indeed a "collaboration".

There is no need to worry about food and plenty of clothing. Apart from limiting personal freedom, life is much more comfortable than before...

Maskud shook his head and secretly warned himself, "Maskud Deus, don't forget your situation. You are a man who wants to write the best adventure novel in the world. How can you be defeated by the enemy's sugar-coated bullets! "

"Mr. Maskud, would you like a drink?"

Seeing that Maskud was a little distracted, Robin took the initiative to pick up the teapot and asked softly.

"Ok!"

In an instant, his will collapsed.

High-end black tea competition!

Maskud absolutely loved it here.

I thought Dr. Tardeus was at least a respected figure in the East China Sea, if not superior to others. However, he and Ace came to the Grand Line in poverty, and often didn't even have enough to eat.

Alas, thinking back on it brings me to a handful of bitter tears~

The two of them were at war with each other, while the other two were enjoying tea leisurely.

A turbulent yet harmonious scene unfolded on the deck.

When Kyle and Chuck return to the boat, they catch up with Ace and Cavendish going head-to-head with the bull.

Chuck saw the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, he shouted: "Kiss me! Kiss me!"

Ace: "..."

Cavendish: "..."

Kyle glanced at this slippery and cheap guy angrily, and then looked at Ace and Cavendish over there.

After a few seconds of silence, he shouted: "Kiss me! Kiss me!"

Nima is outrageous!

Ace and Cavendish were both blushing, and they couldn't care less about fighting.

"Kyle, I'm going to kill you!"

"You...shut up!"

Compared with old guys like Kyle and Chuck, Cavendish and Ace are too young-skinned.

With his bad taste satisfied, Kyle returned to his usual cold expression, "Since we won't fight or kiss, don't get tired of being together. By the way, have you finished the pirate flag I asked you to draw?"

Since he was going to participate in the pirate festival, in order not to attract attention, Kyle specially commissioned Ace and Cavendish to design a pirate flag while he and Chuck were registering.

"Look!"

Speaking of this, Ace got excited and threw the painted flag directly to Kyle.

Kyle unfolded it and took a look.

Hey, I won’t watch the world’s highest art award without you. The master of abstraction is a hammer!

He scratched his brow.

Forget it, I should have expected this result, there's no point in getting angry, just do it yourself.

After pondering for a moment, Kyle ignored Ace and Cavendish and went straight to the remaining black canvas and paint.

Picking up the paint, he sketched out a sharp sword running down in three or five strokes.There is a suspended crown above the hilt of the sword; behind the sword, the muzzles of two pistols are crossed; at the bottom, iron thorns extend out, revealing a ferocious and cold look...

Crown, sword, pistol, thorns, judgment.

Force Grameen.

Kyle nodded with satisfaction.

He believed that this flag designed by him would one day make all the evil in the world tremble!