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

"The goods this time are good, especially the orange-haired girl... His Excellency the Duke has promised me that he will give us this number when the matter is completed."

The man spread his palm and waved it in front of his companion.

"Are you serious? The Duke really wants to... give us so much?"

In an inconspicuous pub.

Two men who looked like ordinary people were leaning against each other, and one of them even exclaimed.

The person waving the palm held a wine glass in his hand, thinking about the reward he was about to receive, with a look of anticipation and pride on his face: "The Duke said he would donate the girl to the higher-ups..."

He pointed to the top of his head, his eyes flashing with a light that only the two of them could understand.

It was the light of excitement.

The man sitting with him took a deep breath and suddenly stuttered in disbelief: "You, you mean God..."

Before he even uttered the title of descendant of the Creator, he was stopped by the eyes of the man holding a wine glass.

The man hurriedly grabbed the man who screamed in surprise. The two lowered their heads and leaned their heads together: "Keep your voice down, don't you understand that wealth is nothing?"

The man who was pulled to lower his head calmed down and thought about the countless rewards that were about to be received.

But just as he showed some excitement, the man was puzzled: "Only for a kid like that? Can the higher ups... really give us so much?"

Seeing the confusion on his companion's face, the man holding the wine glass patiently explained: "You don't know something about this, right?"

The man leaned toward his companion mysteriously and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Just a week ago, the nobles suddenly started collecting beautiful children and women."

The companion looked puzzled: "Is it also because of the above?"

"I don't know." As if he was afraid of being overheard, the man moved closer and lowered his voice: "But I heard that those noble gentlemen are looking for children and women with specific looks..." The man's expression Hidden in the darkness, with the corners of his mouth raised, he looked like a devil who didn't know what to do.

His eyes flashed with excited scarlet, and his tone was a bit higher: "As long as you find women and children who are similar to the portraits, you can go to the nobles in exchange for rewards, and even if the 'good goods' are spotted by the superiors, you can also Give more rewards."

The man licked his lower lip: "This is an opportunity to make a fortune, we must seize it."

When the companion heard what the man said, he also showed a bloodthirsty smile that was inhumane: "No wonder, I heard that there has been a lot of commotion in our circle recently."

This man looked at his companion earnestly, and while rubbing his hands together, he smiled flatteringly: "It's a good thing I have you, otherwise I wouldn't know what was going on."

The man who was being flattered grabbed the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. Finally, he patted his companion on the shoulder proudly: "Don't worry, you and I came from the same island. How can we forget you if we have the opportunity to make a fortune?"

"I just said, brother, you are the most righteous."

"Where is it? If we two brothers work hard, one day we will have our own power."

"Then it all depends on you, big brother!"

The two toasted and celebrated, dreaming of getting rich.

Little did they know, they were on a table not far away.

With a slight exertion of his slender white fingers, the thick glass wine glass was easily crushed.

Wearing a cloak, a strand of silver-blue gradient hair hangs lightly on the chest. The entire pretty face is hidden in the shadow of the cloak. Through the dim lights in the tavern, only the exquisite details exposed in the shadow of the hood can be seen. Chin and rosy lips.

On the small face covered by shadows in the upper half, the red eyes as clear as glass flashed with a strong evil aura.

A big hand suddenly pressed on the cloaked figure's shoulder, forcefully suppressing her movement to stand up.

Yaya lowered her gaze, with an angry look on her face, and looked at Marco dissatisfied: "Why are you stopping me?"

Next to him, Marco in gray cloak looked helpless: "Don't get excited yet, we'll talk about yoi when we get out."

Yaya looked at Marco for a moment, then suppressed her anger, snorted and sat back.

Opposite the two, Doflamingo, who was also forced to wear an ugly cloak, glanced in the direction of the two with a half-smile.

As if he didn't see Marco's action to stop him, he looked back and smiled jokingly at Marco: "The captain of the Whitebeard Pirates' first team? Fufufufu~ He doesn't even have the courage to teach two ants a lesson. ?"

Hearing this, Marco looked at Doflamingo coldly: "Of course it's easy to kill someone, have you ever thought about the consequences of doing so?"

This is a country that is a member of the World Government. With his ability, he can certainly save people and leave regardless of the consequences, but what happens after that?

Based on the existing information in hand, the World Government has not been able to confirm Yaya's identity, and there is a high probability that it will take the girl with it.

So out of consideration for Yaya and the child, Marco didn't want them to live with a bounty on their backs and being wanted by the World Government.

Doflamingo didn't take it too seriously. He glanced in Yaya's direction, raised his chin arrogantly, and opened the corners of his mouth viciously: "You're really kind~"

Marco didn't think he was complimenting him.

He narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to say?"

Doflamingo's smile was wanton and arrogant: "As a prey targeted by nobles, do you think that just by saving people, everything will be fine?"

The eyes under the sunglasses were as sharp as poisonous snakes, and the ugliness of the world was fully exposed in his words: "The marked prey cannot change the identity of the prey no matter where it goes. Fufufufu ~ Unless the prey dies, otherwise the group of hyenas will not I will give up any opportunity to cling to the Tianlong people..."

"Save people? Fufufufu~ What a naive and stupid idea."

He suddenly leaned forward and looked across the table at Marco.

Marco looked at him expressionlessly.

The curve of Doflamingo's mouth was full of evil mockery and vile contempt: "From the moment he was saved..."

The deliberately low voice and joking attitude fully revealed Doflamingo's "evil" and "bad": "She is the same as being abandoned by the whole world."

He opened his arms, smiling wildly and crazily: "At that time, the whole world will know about the reward, a reward for a five-year-old child only~"

Marco:…

This guy……

Youjia, who was lying on the table, seemed to sense something and suddenly raised his head.

Not knowing what he saw, he was so frightened that his tail drooped. Regardless of how the man behind him laughed wildly, he quietly moved away from the table.

Even Hadoli cooed twice and flew to Marco's head as if fleeing.

After "sleeping" for three days, Mond, who just woke up this evening, also known as Doll 419, looked blankly at his friends who were on his left and right just now.

Mond blinked: No, weren't we leaning against each other just now? Why are they all gone so suddenly?

As the tabletop under my butt suddenly exploded.

When the confused Mond saw a small fist that was like justice from heaven landing on the top of a familiar golden head, he finally realized why Yu Jia and Hadoli had to quickly move away from the table.

Mond: (╬▔ Dan▔)╯ It’s so immoral. Why didn’t you take me with you when you left? Where is the promised partner?

With a loud bang, the ground shook three times.

The tavern that was noisy just now suddenly became quiet.

One by one, everyone in the tavern's eyes popped out in fear.

The woman who punched someone was wearing a black cloak, and she stood expressionless in front of the broken table and the person whose head was stuck in the brick floor.

She snorted coldly, twisted her wrist, leaned over indifferently, and grabbed the collar of the man who was buried in the ground in embarrassment.

When the tall man in the gray cloak grabbed her hand and asked helplessly, "Does it hurt?", the woman whose face was covered by the cloak snorted angrily.

He replied in a bad tone, ‘I’m very good! ’.

Then he dragged the man in his hand out of the tavern like a dead dog.

The tavern owner looked at the three people leaving and stretched out his hands. After all, he didn't have the courage to ask for compensation.