Pirates: Kaido's brother Kaisa in the opening ghost island

In the square, another round of inhumane training began.

Quinn was in high spirits and kept taking pictures with his camera.

It was not that he was interested in a few bare-butt givers, but that he was practicing his photography skills.

After being awakened by Caesar's words last night, Quinn felt that he had suddenly awakened a new talent.

"I want to be the man who takes the best photos!"

It's very depressing to say that I took so many photos last night and thought I was going to make a fortune today.

As a result, when the photos were developed in the morning, Quinn was almost furious.

Among the ten photos, eight were completely black and nothing was captured.

The only clear ones left were of Beckman holding Crocodile in his arms, and of Sikal and Sambel not wearing pants.

As for the others, it was all black and nothing could be seen clearly.

Just when Quinn was depressed, he noticed that among the crowd, Crocodile was also watching Moriah's training. Suddenly, Quinn's eyes rolled around, he put away the camera in his hand, and took out the photos he had collected. , quietly leaned over.

"Cough cough."

Arriving behind Crocodile, Quinn coughed deliberately.

Crocodile turned around and saw that it was Quinn. He didn't dare to exaggerate and nodded politely.

"It's Plague Quinn. Do you have a problem with me?"

Quinn glanced left and right, took out the photo furtively, waved it in front of Crocodile, and then put it away as fast as lightning.

Quinn's movement was so fast that Crocodile couldn't see clearly for a moment, his face was full of confusion.

What is this for?

Quinn's face showed a hint of joy, and he hugged his chest and said: "Krokdal, I will give you this photo for 20 billion beli. What do you think? You don't want it to appear in Morgans's house." The front page of the news, right?”

"What picture?"

Crocodile frowned.

"Ah? Didn't you see clearly? Huh, stop pretending. You want to destroy it when you watch it again, right? I, Quinn, am not that stupid." Quinn's face was full of disdain.

"What are you talking about?" Crocodile became more and more confused, not understanding what the fat man in front of him was doing.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be faking it, Quinn carefully took out the photo again, placed it in front of him, and showed it to Crocodile.

Crocodile frowned and looked, the expression on his face suddenly froze, and his body stiffened instantly.

In the photo, Beckman and he were hugging each other in an extremely ambiguous posture. It couldn't be said to be disgusting, it was simply eye-catching.

Seeing Crocodile's completely confused expression, Quinn suddenly became elated, quietly put the photo away, and raised his chin towards Crocodile.

"How about it? Sand Crocodile, you don't want this photo to be published, do you?"

Crocodile opened his mouth, and the cigar in his mouth fell to the ground, exploding into a large cloud of sparks.

"Asshole, what did you do? This is fake!"

His face instantly turned red and turned into the color of pig liver, and he pointed at Quinn and cursed.

The pirates around him were attracted by his voice, and they all looked this way.

Old God Quinn was here, and he pretended to sigh: "Oh, I took a lot of risk to take this picture, Sand Crocodile, if you don't want me to show it to them now, I think we'd better find a bar. , talk about this matter."

Crocodile glanced at the pirates around him fiercely, with anger raging in his heart, and a little helplessly, he followed Quinn towards the bar on the street.

When we arrived at the bar, there were already many pirates sitting here, but there were also higher-end private rooms in the bar.

As soon as Quinn entered the door, he greeted the bar owner familiarly: "Deba, have the best private room. In addition, I will send you the best wine and the most expensive food package."

"Okay! Mr. Quinn, do you still keep accounts this time?" the bar owner responded and asked cautiously.

Quinn snorted and said displeased: "Do you think I will default on my debt? I am a senior member of the Beast God Pirates! Besides, isn't food and drink free these days?"

The bar owner Deba smiled coquettishly: "I said the wrong thing. I'll ask them to send a few more barrels of wine later. Mr. Quinn, free food and drinks are for those outsider pirates. We, the Beast God Pirates, Members, these still cost money as usual, the expenses of staying here are too great, they spend hundreds of millions of beli on this every day."

"You are sensible." Quinn moved his big butt and walked to the private room first. At the same time, he pointed at Crocodile with his thumb and said: "He pays the bill."

Behind him, Crocodile looked gloomy as he took off his golden hook and threw it heavily on the counter.

Deba's eyes lit up and he greedily picked up the hook, which weighed more than ten kilograms.

"My God, it's so luxurious. It's actually made of pure gold. It weighs at least eighteen, no, it weighs nearly twenty kilograms!"

Quinn shook his body fat and took the lead into the box.

Crocodile followed closely behind, his face full of anger, like an angry little daughter-in-law.

The bar owner Deba looked at the two of them in surprise, blinking his little eyes. Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, his throat rolled, and he couldn't help but tighten the back door.

"Hiss...could it be?"

A scene suddenly appeared in Deba's mind.

Quinn's face was ferocious, and the fat on his face was glistening. He looked greedily at the struggling Crocodile. With a slight hook of his thick fingers, he tore Crocodile's coat apart.

"No..." Crocodile's face was red with embarrassment, and he wanted to refuse but still welcomed him.

"Scream, no one will come to save you even if your throat is broken, hahaha."

Snapped.

Deba gave himself a slap in the face and cursed himself for thinking too much.

At this time, the waiter in the bar was walking towards the box with the wine in his hand.

Deba coughed quickly, snatched the tray from his hand, and said with a serious face: "Master Quinn is a senior cadre, so you can't neglect it. I will personally deliver this wine."

After saying that, Deba came to the door of the box with the wine in his hand. However, he did not rush in, but quietly pricked up his ears.

Soon, Deba heard voices coming from inside.

"How could you, a high-ranking member of the Beast God Pirates, do such a disgusting thing?" Crocodile roared angrily, his life even trembling.

"Disgusting?" Deba's eyes widened.

"Hehehe, why am I sick, Sand Crocodile? It's obviously the scandal between you and Beckman. Haha, I just happened to take a few good photos at the right time. What, you don't want to go back?"

Quinn's lewd voice came out, filled with indescribable triumph.

"The scandal between Sand Crocodile and Beckman? My dear mother, is it so exciting?"

The mouth of the bar owner Deba suddenly opened to the limit, with his tonsils exposed to the air, like a hippopotamus in heat.