In Cobra's room in the Royal City of Albana……

"Crocodile, what are you doing here?"

Cobra looked at Crocodile standing at the door of the room with a vigilant face, and his hands hidden behind his back kept fiddling with a recording telephone bug.

"I think you should know better than me, right? Your Majesty Cobra?"

Crocodile held a cigar in his mouth and strolled in Cobra's room as if he was at home.

The golden hook in his left hand rubbed the furniture in the room, which made Cobra feel distressed. These were antiques passed down from generation to generation in their Nefertari family.

"Are these furniture valuable?"

Crocodile looked at Cobra's distressed expression and couldn't help asking curiously.

"It's okay, these are all inherited from my ancestors."

Cobra was slightly stunned by Crocodile's question. He was just thinking about how to get Crocodile's plan.

Now the question Crocodile asked was really......Collapse of painting style

"So you are here to assassinate me?"

Cobra still couldn't adapt to Crocodile's sudden change in style for a while. The most important thing was that Crocodile's distressed expression really ruined his character.

Wait?! This is my furniture, why are you showing a distressed expression?

"In fact, you can express it in a more subtle way."

As expected of a man who can run for the title of capitalist, Crocodile can even change his expression so quickly.

"For example?"

Cobra raised his eyebrows in surprise. This Crocodile shouldn't have said to him with an expression of"I am the best in the world":

"Yes, I am going to kill you"?

How can this be so subtle?

"for example......"Well, okay. I'm going to kill you."

Crocodile hesitated for a moment, and couldn't think of how to be subtle about this thing.

So he once again exceeded Cobra's expectations and just broke the jar.

"You just admit it? Do you want to be more careless?"

Cobra stared at Crocodile in silence with a dark face.

He suddenly felt that it was a bit embarrassing to have been entangled with Crocodile for so many years.

"Is it too careless? Should I say something more impressive?"

Crocodile extinguished the cigar in his hand with a puzzled look on his face. He seemed to have lost his class.

Should he have said something more impressive earlier?

"How about you tell me your plan? I'm going to die anyway, so you can tell me so that I can die with a clear mind." Cobra said tentatively. He now felt that Crocodile was smart enough to be fooled by his straightforward purpose.

As for his life safety? Do you really treat Zefa as nothing?

"That's what happened......"

What Cobra didn't expect was that Crocodile actually confessed his plan.

No, does this room have an aura that lowers intelligence? How did Crocodile become so stupid? This shouldn't be the case.

No matter how Cobra thought about it, he couldn't understand why Crocodile was so stupid.

"No, you really said it out loud? Aren't you afraid that I will record it for you?"

Crocodile's weird IQ directly shocked Cobra. He actually said his plan directly.

He just reacted and was more certain that there was an aura of intelligence reduction in his room. It seems that he has to change a room in the future.

"Don't be afraid, you're going to die anyway."

Crocodile stared at Cobra with a matter-of-fact look on his face. The murderous intent bursting out of his body made Cobra feel the terror from Crocodile.

"You can't kill me."

Even so, Cobra remained calm and composed, and his temperament of being in a high position for many years was fighting against Crocodile.

"Why?"

"Because I have Zefa"......

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