One Piece: Six Styles of the Emperor

Go to the open dining room of the large luxury cruise ship that is facing the wind and waves.

Because the boat tickets were expensive, most of the people coming and going were either rich or noble. As the violin played briskly, some gentlemen and ladies danced in the center of the hall.

Zoran was sitting on the soft sofa by the window, with his legs crossed in a dandy manner, while sipping a glass of red wine and watching the daily luxurious life of the upper class.

The chaos brought about by the great pirate era seems to have only devastated the lower-class civilians too much. Compared with the rich and powerful upper-class people, nobles, royal families, and even the Celestial Dragons, they still maintain a noble attitude and stand independent from the outside world.

After smelling the bloody smell of the devil's training camp and prison, the air was filled with a faint scent of perfume, which made him frown in discomfort.

"Sir, would you like a drink?"

The beautifully dressed girl walked over with a wine glass in hand, but before she even got close to the sofa seat, she was stopped by Amen, who was standing next to her.

Amen sounded completely like a bodyguard and said coldly, "I'm sorry, the young master doesn't like to be disturbed."

"OK then."

Looking at the tall and strong Amen with fear, the charming girl nodded sadly and hurriedly turned around and left.

After the person walked away, Amen glanced at Zoron and said in a low voice, "Zorun, it's already the third one."

"It's just for fishing for Kaizi, don't pay attention." Zollen shook his head without changing his expression.

He originally tended to be handsome and handsome, with a slender and perfect figure. There was a shallow and imperceptible cross scar on his chin. He did not have a fierce aura, but instead enhanced his charm a bit.

Coupled with the fact that he is now wearing expensive suits and leather shoes, and is dressed like an aristocratic gentleman, even sitting in a corner of the restaurant has attracted the attention and chats of many women.

The Devil's Training Camp's disguised etiquette course works perfectly here.

"How about you be the young master next time and I be the bodyguard?" Zoron suggested softly.

"Forget it then." Amen shook his head first, patted his strong muscles, and said helplessly, "With my physique, it's too difficult to pretend to be a noble."

While saying this, he looked towards several paunchy nobles not far away in the restaurant.

"And I'm not very good at communicating with people." Amen said dullly, and his words always sounded like a cassette inadvertently.

"Well, these are not important. What is important is strength." Zoron looked at him seriously and said, "You have just mastered the iron block and shave. This is not enough. Master the other six postures as soon as possible. Cooperate with your With the fruit ability, we will have a huge advantage in battle."

"I know." Amen nodded.

Zoren nodded with satisfaction. He was very satisfied with the assistant colleague Lars had found.

Codenamed ‘Amen’, his real name was Bruno. He was over thirteen years old with him. He was honest and straightforward, yet calm and sophisticated.

His strength is not very outstanding, his basic power value is only over 500, and he has only mastered two defensive physical skills in the Sixth Form. However, what Lars and Zoren value is the fruit of the superhuman system he has eaten.

After Zoran and Amen finished the meal, they were about to return to the cabin.

Suddenly, from the direction of the front desk of the bar, a female voice sounded familiar to Zoran.

"Huh?!" Zoren looked over there, and when he saw the person appearing on the front desk of the bar, he was stunned for a moment, showing a surprised expression.

"What's wrong?" Sensing the abnormality in Zoron's face, Amen looked over in surprise and asked, "Is there something wrong with that woman?"

"No, I can only say that I have met her." Zoron hesitated for a moment and said to Amen, "Just go back first and I will go meet her for a while."

"Okay, be careful yourself."

Amen didn't refuse. After these few months of training, he was very convinced of Zoren's strength.

"Why is she here."

Ignoring the already noisy barrage, Zoren thought for a moment, straightened his tie, and walked to the restaurant's bar front desk.

He moved closer to the girl wearing a beige sunhat. The girl hadn't noticed the uninvited guest yet, and was hesitantly choosing the drinks on the list.

Looking at the beautiful and flawless profile in front of him, and confirming her identity even more, Zoran snapped his fingers and said, "Give her a glass of lemon, and I'll have another glass of flaming red wine."

"Ok?"

The girl in the sun hat looked sideways in surprise. When she saw Zoron, her blue eyes glazed over, and her pink mouth opened in shock, "You, why are you here?!"

"Why can't I be here?" Zoron's lips curved slightly, he picked up the wine glass handed over by the bartender, looked at the girl's face and chuckled, "Goodbye again, Nicole Robin. .”

On the sofa dining chair in the corner of the restaurant.

Zoren sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, while Robin directly opposite sat elegantly, wearing a matching violet-colored knee-length skirt, with a large sun hat covering his black hair and half of his face. An absolute beauty.

I really didn't expect that after the brief encounter on the East China Sea cruise ship, more than half a year later, two people with different identities would meet again in the West Sea, a luxury cruise ship restaurant, separated by a large area of ​​​​sea.

I don’t know whether to say it’s fate or God’s will.

"What's the matter? If nothing's wrong, I'm leaving." Holding a straw in his hand while stirring the lemon slices in the cup, Robin pretended to be indifferent to cover up his nervousness, his eyes wandering around outside the restaurant. Dare to look Zoren in the eye.

For some reason, she was always keenly aware of the beast-like oppressive aura on Zoron's body. In addition, after her identity was exposed last time, this uneasy feeling became more and more intensified.

"Why, the world is so big. It's not a big deal to meet you again in this small restaurant and have a drink with you."

Zoren smiled, stood up with the cup, and sat unceremoniously on the same sofa next to Robin, his arms naturally and affectionately placed on her soft shoulders.

"You." Robin stared at him in shame and anger, and all his thoughts on how to deal with it suddenly disappeared.

Controlling the rhythm of the conversation, Zoren chuckled, "After that time, I checked your information——"

"Nicole Robin was born on the archaeological island 'Ohara' in the Western Sea [which was destroyed by the World Government's demon-slaying order because of her research on demons]. She is a person with the devil fruit ability of the flower fruit. Five or six years ago, when he was only eight years old, he destroyed several sophisticated warships and was called the 'Son of the Devil'. The Navy offered a bounty of 80 million Baileys."

Listening to the detailed information about him, Robin opened his blue eyes wide, his body couldn't help trembling, and his face turned a little pale.

She clenched her hands nervously, bit her lower lip and asked, "Who are you, and what do you want to do?"

"The next step is not what I want to do, but what you will do."

Zoren chuckled, picked up Robin's straw instead, and pierced the lemon slice in her cup with a little force.

"You've been defeated, Robin."