Pirates: The first partner is Makima

The Baskvar family is a branch of the Reza family, one of the three giants of the West Sea Mafia Committee of this era.

It rules five islands around Paluch Island. Its main economic sources are brewing and construction. Sometimes it can receive some smuggled arms from its superiors.

The whole family has 800 armed soldiers, a big boss, a second boss, a military advisor and three leaders.

The above is the composition structure of the Baskvar family.

The leader who coveted Daisy's beauty was one of the three people, Fat Fish Hansa.

This man is on vacation on Jojonia Island at this time, sitting on a whole luxurious manor, with more than 80 gunmen guarding him at any time.

In the minds of the people of Jojonia, Hansa, with this armed force, is an unmatched existence, coupled with the overall strength of the Basqueval family and the giants of the Mafia Supreme Committee.

Jojonia, deeply rooted in the society of the West Sea, dares not have the slightest resistance.

Perhaps there were men who dared to stand up and challenge the powerful, but these people disappeared without exception. There is no trace of their existence in this world, and everything related to them will be destroyed.

This is the fate of challenging the ruler of the West Sea.

In the West Sea, the Mafia has authority above the kingdom.

Sometimes the king's words are not as good as a gesture of the Godfather.

However, these Mafia who are dominating the West Sea do give people a mysterious charm in a sense.

The authority above the king and the invisible deterrence of the shadow government give people an image of the invincibility of the Mafia.

However, these so-called evil parties are just slightly larger ants in the eyes of the real top powerhouses.

A truly powerful person can never be measured by numbers and guns.

"Is this the place..."

Esdeath stood in front of Hansa's manor with a mad face.

Originally, he wanted to do something big, but the result disappointed him.

With a light sweep of his observation Haki, Esdeath's face fell and he couldn't help yawning.

Is that right?

So this is why the man didn't come in person?

He said it loudly, but the main reason for sending me here is that the garbage here is too useless, so he can't get motivated, so he asked me to be a garbage collector! ?

Esdeath's forehead was covered with a blue vein, and her beautiful face added a bit of evil spirit. The aura rising around her distorted the air, and it became very bad.

"Damn it, I'm really looked down upon.

Why can't you guys help me?

It's really too bad. It's because you're not strong enough that I'm like a garbage collector, and that man likes and beats me.

Nonsense - just for this, I'm going to give you a miserable death!"

Esdeath became angrier and angrier as she thought about it.

Thinking of the serious way that the man had explained to her before, as if he was going to do something big, he actually asked a former imperial general to clean up such a garbage dump! ?

Die!

Move!

The legendary sword Iluk, which was once passed down to the Paladin Kingdom, was unsheathed!

Finally, blood will be shed in this era!

Boom boom boom - ! !

The reinforced defense wall was instantly destroyed into ashes, and the unstoppable and indestructible flying slash slashed straight into the manor.

For a while, screams continued, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Through the perception of observation, Esdeath's sword avoided the vital points, but it gave those people the greatest fear.

Watching his lower body separate from himself, his hands being thrown into the air, and his feet leaving him.

What kind of experience is that?

"Ah ...

, need to find a slightly tough guy to vent, since he is the leader of the evil party, he should have some backbone, right? "

Esdeath had a fantasy, hoping that the next guy would give her a good time.

I have been in special training recently. I haven't heard other people's screams and smelled the smell of blood for a long time. My body has begun to rust.

Now I can taste it again, it's really wonderful!

Here, Esdeath's game is going on.

On the other side, Corleone Island in the West Sea.

Vito Corleone, the godfather of the Corleone family, one of the giants of the Supreme Council, was holding a beautiful letter in his hand.

He opened the letter and saw it, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

There was silence for a while.

The commission burned the letter with a candle and threw it into the trash can.

Looking at his father leaning on the back of the chair, Santino Corleone, who is now ten years old, asked innocently: "Father, why do you look so worried? "

Little Santino is a natural gangster. He sneers at learning and is full of endless curiosity about gangster things. In his mind, his father is as powerful as God. There is nothing in this world that his father can't do.

But this is the first time he has seen his father's expression in his life. Would the omnipotent father, who always maintains his dignity and knows everything, show such a solemn look?

Vito taught his son seriously: "Santino, you have to know that there are some people in this world who are more powerful than you can imagine. No matter how many people we have or how many guns we have, we can't fight against them."

Vito paused, as if recalling those awe-inspiring figures in his mind, and then said: "Their battles can set off natural disasters and destroy the earth. Their power is like the waves in a storm, surging and unstoppable. In the face of such existence, we can't challenge them with just numbers and weapons. "

Santino opened his eyes wide, listening to the Godfather's words with awe, as if he could see the shocking scenes of those powerful people fighting from these words.

Vito slowly stood up, walked to the window, looked at the darkness outside the window, and continued: "In this world, there are many forms of power. Some of them are understandable and mastered by us, but some people are more powerful than common sense. They may have special abilities, extraordinary skills or extremely firm wills. We must recognize this and not blindly provoke those uncontestable forces. "

He turned around and looked at Santino, with both warnings and expectations in his eyes: "Remember, knowing your limitations is also a kind of wisdom. We must act within our capabilities, but at the same time, we must continue to work hard to make ourselves stronger. Because only in this way, when we face a powerful enemy one day, there will be at least a possibility of resistance. "

After speaking, Vito gently patted his son's shoulder and fell into deep thought.