Pirate's Nest Order

"Candle Champion Cup!"

.3 The bun on the top of his head ignited with flames. The burning "3" was extremely eye-catching in the night, and his own skin and body surface glowed with a faint white light, and the sticky wax liquid squirmed "gurgling". The whole body looks like a huge warrior armor covering the whole body.

He glanced at the black solidified wax slurry faintly revealed on his shoulder, his face twitched slightly, and with a shake of his hands, he held a large knife solidified by candles in his hand, and slashed it down in front of him.

.5 An explosive rebound spewed out from under his feet, and two holes exploded on the ground. The whole person bounced up like a spring, his chest bulged high, his mouth opened, and molecules full of gunpowder smoke surged toward him with the blast of air. Arlin.

"Pointless struggle!"

Arlin stared in front of him indifferently, and the shadows around him were distorted. He instantly tore the air with an explosion, and the ripples of fire seemed to build a passage through it. It appeared like a ghost on the side of .5, slender and full. Hei Wen's fingers grabbed the opponent's head and smashed it hard against the ground.

Blood spattered and dyed the cracked ground red. His facial muscles rubbed against the ground. His cheeks shook violently, revealing two broken molars. His mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

"Don't move!"

His ears were filled with a dull sound as cold as a knife, and he felt the soreness coming from his neck. It was two fingers with wide joints that penetrated into the muscles and hooked into his throat. He suddenly felt like a dead dog. He lay on the ground obediently and didn't dare to move.

The candle sword was as sharp as iron and slashed through the air. .3 What he saw when he turned around was such a horrifying scene. He forced himself to swallow a mouthful of spit, swung the sword diagonally to slice through the air and slashed towards Yaerlin, as if he didn't care about the life or death of his companions. .

Yarlin raised his eyebrows lightly, and bit his other hand together. The big steel-like knife was clamped abruptly and remained motionless. The spider web-like cracks spread, and the blade shattered.

Then, I saw Yaerlin suddenly thrust forward on the ground, like a giant python raising its head and rushing towards him with evil wind. The shadows on his fists squirmed and emitted a sticky black light.

Kachacha...

The warrior's armor shattered layer by layer, and there was a heavy muffled sound from .3's chest, followed by the sound of broken bones. .3 flew backwards against the ground, opening a deep ravine like a plow.

Arlin stood up straight, and had already pulled out his other hand from .5's neck, but the latter was still lying on the ground, staring in horror at the dense black threads coming out of the wound, one end of which was wrapped around The other end of Arlin's fingertips seemed to be sewn into his throat and was trembling slightly.

On the hillside, Lombarie stared in shock at the two monster-like devil fruit users below, who looked like young children in front of Yarlin, and were knocked to the ground without any resistance.

"Kill them!"

Longbaret rushed down with blood-red eyes and howled. He held a dagger tightly in his hand and stabbed .3 who was lying on the ground, his chest seemed to be collapsed and he was having difficulty breathing.

clang!

In the darkness, a tail hit the dagger. Crowe walked out of the darkness, blocked Longbaret, and said expressionlessly: "Colonel Arlin has not ordered their execution yet!"

"But they killed Kabbah!" Lombardy stared at Crowe.

Crowe didn't care about Kabbah's life or death. In his eyes, it didn't matter even if Longshi Trading Company was destroyed. With the expansion of the Navy Club's influence and the expansion of Sihai Company's territory, after successfully surviving the initial period, After the period of tight funds, the value of a trading company has become smaller and smaller. Now, with the mysterious buyer in Alabasta turning his back, it means that the last trace of the value of Longshi Trading Company seems to have disappeared.

"You need to calm down first." Crowe lifted the mirror frame expressionlessly, and a thin tail extending from the back of the tailbone swayed gently in the air.

Arlin walked over with the .5 wrapped in a black cocoon, and glanced at Longbaret. The latter suddenly shuddered, and anger and blood surged into his head, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured on him. Cool down quickly.

"Of course the person who killed me will not just let it go. I will apply for transfer to Alabasta. If the approval from the headquarters is issued, then I will set off next month, and I will take you with me then. Alabasta." Arlin covered his hands with .3. The surging black net penetrated the opponent's skin and muscles tightly and then wrapped around him. He turned his back to Longbaret and said: "Since Longshi Trading Company has been destroyed, In Alabasta, then we will reopen the trading company in Alabasta."

Lombarie took a short breath, and for the first time, his unruly heart felt grateful to Yarlin, and a trace of sincerity of allegiance began to really appear in his heart.

Crowe put away his tail, stared at Yalin's solemn side face and cursed in his heart: "If I didn't know the truth, even I would almost believe that you took the initiative to transfer to Alabasta. No wonder Longbarre is so grateful. That’s the expression on his face, hey…it’s considered waste.”

"Bring the person back to the branch for interrogation." Yaerlin handed the wrapped black cocoon to Crowe, then turned around and patted Longbaret's shoulder and sighed: "Calm down your mood and get ready to set off. Work, as well as compiling all the information about Alabasta collected in these transactions, and being able to send people with Devil Fruit abilities to hunt them down from thousands of miles away. It seems that the strength of the buyer behind it should not be underestimated. If you want revenge, you have to plan carefully every step of the way."

"Understood, as long as I can avenge Kabbah, I, Long Balie, will give you my life from now on. If you let me go east, I will go east. If you let me go west, I will go west. There will never be any more I shouldn't have thought." Lombaret swears through gritted teeth.

Yaerlin has never believed in other people's promises and oaths, especially the "nonsense" spoken under such emotional excitement has no credibility. He has always relied on his wrists to control his subordinates. Hearing this He just smiled and said, "There is no need to bring more people. They are all burdens and have little combat effectiveness. I will draw a group of elites from the retired navy of the branch to reorganize the backbone of the trading company."

In the past, Long Balie would definitely refuse, but at this moment, he nodded and agreed without any hesitation.

The voyage back to the branch was calm and there were no more waves

Four days later.

In the branch prison, two prisoners wrapped in black cocoons were separated into two cells. Their heads and feet were hung upside down on the wall. Crowe sat on the bed with his legs crossed and looked at .5 and said coldly: "Alive." In fact, it is enough to leave one behind. Whether you or the candle man in the house next to you survive depends on whether you will cooperate with me in the future. You have to think clearly before answering my question..."