Pirate: I'm not the King of the Sea, so don't mess with me.

"The vice-captain of the red-haired pirates? Fufufufu, haven't you given up yet?"

In an underground bar in another corner of the royal city.

After realizing that he was being targeted, Doflamingo instantly entered a level one alert state.

Especially after seeing Beckman's undisguised face, the fingers hidden under the pink feather coat were even more ferocious.

In the shadows that ordinary people cannot see, the colorful threads reflect the sharp cold light, and the fruit power is ready to be unleashed.

Beckman sat alone at a table.

She inserted her slender fingers into the mouth of a bottle of wine, kept her legs crossed, and leaned forward on the table. The wine bottle in his hand was shaken casually and out of boredom with his elbow as the fulcrum.

The underground bar was full of people. This was the time when night owls gathered to have a 'carnival', so the strong smell of smoke and alcohol mixed with noisy laughter and dirty words in the bar, making it very lively.

One of them sat on the edge of the bar, the other in the corner.

There was a noisy crowd in between.

But Beckman heard Doflamingo's words.

The man turned his head, stopped shaking the bottle, and then raised the bottle in Doflamingo's direction.

After a simple toast, Beckman raised his head and drank all the wine in the bottle under Doflamingo's wary and half-smiling gaze.

He placed the finished bottle of wine on the wooden table of the bar.

The thick bottom of the bottle hit the table, making a dull thud.

It wasn't big, but it made Doflamingo, who had been paying attention here, frown.

In fact, he was not sure why the vice-captain of the red-haired pirates appeared here.

"Ha~ If someone owed me 500 million, I would still chase that person."

Under the gaze of Doflamingo's eyebrows, Beckman took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for himself, and asked jokingly: "So, Tenyasha isn't going to pay back the money?"

The two of them were talking to each other in the air as if there was no one around, and they clearly reflected each other's expressions, demeanor, and words.

The reason is ridiculous.

But pirates are a bunch of crazy bastards.

The swell in Doflamingo's heart soon subsided.

He raised his chin arrogantly in the direction of Beckman, and the cracked arc at the corner of his mouth was Doflamingo-like madness, and what he said was an unabashed mockery: "Fur, fur, fur, fur, I suddenly became curious. What a taste of that woman~"

He extended his tongue and licked around his mouth affectionately, like a poisonous snake eyeing its favorite prey: "After all, she is the woman who can make even the captain and deputy captain of the red-haired pirate group fall in love with her, fufufufu~ "

He recalled the woman's appearance and figure, and smiled even more wildly: "If she has that kind of figure, it must be like being in bed..."

Before he finished speaking, the cold and dark gun was pointed at him.

Beckman didn't even give him a look. He was biting the cigarette butt between his teeth. The rising smoke was steaming, which happened to cover up the murderous intent and coldness hidden deep in his eyes.

With such insulting and contemptuous words, Beckman really couldn't equate them with the woman in his memory.

In fact, the truth is not as unbearable as Doflamingo expressed in his words. On the contrary, as the owners of the Red, they still have to be beaten passively from time to time.

Thinking of the few times I was implicated and beaten.

Beckman was silent for a moment, then tsked: "You guys are really not afraid of death!"

The man who was always serious and unsmiling curled up his lips and mocked her unceremoniously: "Rather than slandering a woman, it's better to think about how to improve yourself and defeat her."

Thinking of the origin of the 500 million, Beckman smiled at Doflamingo who looked grim and said: "At the very least, you have to be able to escape successfully. It is much better than spending money to buy your own life."

A man as thoughtful as Beckman would naturally not choose to ridicule something that is innocuous.

Since it's a taunt, you have to find the most shameful part of the other party and stomp on it, and then don't forget to sprinkle a few pinches of salt on it.

After all, hitting people in the face is the favorite of scheming men.

When he mentioned the humiliating past of being knocked unconscious by a woman's punch, Doflamingo was really furious.

There were visible veins between the eyebrows, and the five-colored thread that had been prepared long ago cut through the air in half the bar as the pink-feathered figure stood up, and rushed straight in the direction of Beckman.

Wherever the five-color line passed, everything was cut and smashed, including the people who were noisily drinking just now.

With a few soft ding-ding-ding sounds, the sharp five-color thread was bounced away by the domineering force and hit the wall of the underground bar, forming several irregularly shaped circular holes.

Beckman glanced at the crowd within their fighting range.

The lively atmosphere was like being cut across by sharp edges. The originally lively bar seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, and it instantly became quiet.

Many people maintain their expressions as they were when they were alive, like a frozen painting.

Suddenly, bright red blood splashed and danced under the light of the bar's oil lamp, and the frozen scene suddenly collapsed, leaving only fragments of tables and chairs and broken limbs on the ground.

The picture is too bloody.

After a brief silence, the bar patrons who survived suddenly burst into earth-shattering screams.

The owner of the bar had never seen such a scene before, and he immediately fell into the back of the bar with a pale face.

The crowd screamed and ran away, and the scene was very chaotic.

But no matter how scared they were, the group of escaped guests didn't dare to get even close to these two people.

After everyone left, there were only two panting people left in the bar.

Beckman looked at the corpses on the ground and suddenly frowned: "Hey, let me tell you!"

The man continued to hold the nearly burning cigarette in his mouth and looked at Doflamingo indifferently: "Attacking civilians who don't know anything? Isn't it a little too much?"

Doflamingo's continued arrogant smile was full of murderous intent: "Fufufufu, they are just a bunch of garbage, what? As a pirate, you actually worry about the safety of civilians?"

He hadn't forgotten the other party's mocking of him, so he took the opportunity to mock him back: "Do you, as pirates, have justice as disgusting as the navy? Don't be ridiculous, even the navy doesn't care about the lives of civilians!"

Beckman did not refute his words, but instead frowned even deeper.

He could feel a bit of hatred and destruction in Doflamingo's words.

So this guy is a madman in the true sense.

Obviously, there is no need to continue talking, not to mention that so many people have died, and they will definitely attract the attention of the Royal City Guards.

Damn, this was completely contrary to his plan.

Thinking about how the whole thing happened, Beckman sighed.

I'm so sorry. As soon as I heard this guy's slanderous words, I couldn't help but choke back. I didn't expect...

"Tsk~ What a stupid young man."

I don't know if these words were a comment on the guy opposite or on myself. In short, there was no room for regrets after what had happened.

So Beckman picked up the flintlock and started fighting with Doflamingo in the small underground bar.

But what Beckman didn't know was this.

In a sense, he and Shanks are really 'not one family without entering the same house'.

Not only was the situation on his side out of control, Shanks' side wasn't much better either.

What's more, Shanks met a general who was crazier than Doflamingo.

What's terrible is that this general also holds the power to "destroy any location without reporting to his superiors"...