Sword of the pirate king

"He showed up in the rain?"

In a very ordinary-looking cafe, Quentin, who hadn't shown up for a long time, slowly stirred the steaming coffee, and asked with his face towards the bar.

The cafe is not too big, and the decoration is simple. In the early morning, a "closed" sign was hung outside the door, which seemed to be reserved by Quentin.

The owner of the coffee shop is a graceful and intellectual beauty, her dark blue hair is wrapped in a turban, only a handful of fluffy curly hair is exposed at the back, and she is making coffee at this time, and said softly: "Yes, the spies saw it yesterday. When you arrive, the person wearing a black mask and carrying a black knife at his waist should be the person you are looking for."

"He was very vigilant and threw our people away after a while, but he should still be in the rain, and our people didn't see him leave."

"That's good news."

Quentin showed his filthy yellow teeth, and downed the coffee in one gulp, but the mellow coffee didn't make him much happier. Instead, he frowned and muttered: "There's no good wine..."

"Old man, it's time for us to do something."

He poked a drowsy old man sitting in front of him, forcing him to open his sleepy eyes.

"Oh~~" The old man stretched his waist, and with a bang, he stopped his movements suddenly, "It hurts, hurts... my waist flashed!"

Quentin looked at him coldly, and did not show concern at all. He just asked the boss to add another cup of coffee.

"When a person is old, he is useless..." The old man twisted his waist and turned his attention to his desk when he felt that nothing was wrong. He reached out to greet the proprietress: "Miss.DoubleFinger, can I change the old man to a cup of hot tea ?”

"Of course, Mr. Rao, it has been prepared for you a long time ago."

The proprietress took away the cold tea in front of the old man with a sweet smile and replaced it with a cup of freshly brewed hot tea.

"Huh... It's so wonderful to have hot tea to drink as soon as you wake up."

Lao G hissed contentedly and took a sip of tea.

Quentin couldn't understand Rao's snail-like movements. He was a retired old man. He only drank tea and read the newspaper and dozed off all day long, but his eyes swept over the erect veins on Rao's head, and he still swallowed the sarcasm. went back.

He looked like an old man, but he was actually a humanoid tyrannosaurus even wilder than him. He could still feel a dull pain in his abdomen when he saw this old man.

When he first joined Doflamingo's command, he was eager to prove himself, so he picked an old man who looked weak to challenge him. Unexpectedly, this old man pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger. From looking up to looking down on him, he was beaten violently on the spot, and finally a "G" logo was printed on his stomach, which took a month to disappear.

This time I came to Alabasta with Rao to monitor him, and to assess whether he is capable enough to join the family, and third...

Alabasta is a desert country, and the weather is just right for Lao G, who is suffering from rheumatism and pain, to recuperate. He said he came to assist Quentin, but in fact he came to recuperate from his illness...

Unruly as Quentin, under the tutelage of Doflamingo's many powerful family members, he has become much more honest.

"So what are your plans?"

The proprietress put down the teacup, stood aside with her chest crossed and asked.

"Since I saw that kid showing his whereabouts in Haiti, it should be on purpose, and he wanted to lure me there."

"Since that's the case, let him fulfill his wish. It doesn't matter whether he captured the net in Haiti or waited for me alone."

"Because I... am no longer the original me. If he still looks at me as he did when he defeated me, he would be very wrong!"

Quentin laughed happily a few times, but the laughter was filled with soaring hatred, and there was also a crazy light in his eyes.

The proprietress still had that peaceful smile on her face. After looking at her for a long time, she realized that her eye-catching sweet smile seemed a little stiff and unnatural, without that kind of heartfelt feeling.

"But I want to remind you, don't cause too much harm in Haiti, otherwise, the cooperation between our Baroque Works and your Doflamingo family will be terminated."

"Before you massacred a few small villages and towns and caused a certain range of panic, the boss is already a little dissatisfied. If you commit more massacres... Don't say that our baroque working society will turn its face, and the navy will send stronger troops to deal with you. , maybe there will be an elite lieutenant general, and we won’t give you asylum.”

The proprietress said so, her gentle voice spoke cold words, which was very awkward.

"Don't worry, this time I plan to trap Haiti and force that kid to come out voluntarily by threatening the lives of the entire city."

"You also know that the navy attaches the most importance to this kind of face-saving justice. If he doesn't come out, the navy's reputation will be ruined."

As Quentin spoke, he slandered that he would not protect anything. If something happened, it might be that Baroque Works was the first to report his whereabouts to the Navy.

This time he was able to let him into Alabasta to stir up troubles and troubles. It was because of Doflamingo's face and a lot of benefits in exchange for their assistance, otherwise he would be in Baroque.In other words, the sand crocodiles ran wild on the territory of the sand crocodile, and they didn't even know how they died.

"You just need to be sensible. I believe that with Mr. Rao watching, there shouldn't be any accidents, right?"

The proprietress looked at Lao G who was rubbing her waist with both hands, and said softly.

"Ahem, of course, the young master will not want to shatter the friendship with that person. This cooperation to kill the new star of the navy is just the beginning of our good cooperation, and there will be more in-depth cooperation in the future..."

There was a gleam in Lao G's eyes, and he didn't look like an old man at all. He changed his slow look before, but changed back to the original after he finished speaking.

Quentin remained silent, picked up the coffee and took a sip, not afraid of being hot, anyway, he couldn't taste the mellow aroma of coffee, so he regarded it as drinking water.

Recalling being rescued by Doflamingo, when he proposed to take revenge and retake the fruit himself, he suddenly felt a sense of embarrassment.

What exactly was it that supported him through those hellish months, every day being ravaged back and forth by the perverts of the Don Quixote family, called exercise, the most terrifying thing was Joker himself, but brought He also gained more. After observing the development of Doflamingo's fruit, he gave it new inspiration. After polishing, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds.

In contrast, it is naturally the cultivation process that life is worse than death.

revenge?Fear of death if you can't get back the fruit?Or do you want to go further under the hands of the strong?

Quentin doesn't care, the only thing she wants to do now is to screw that kid's head off, no, it should be a more cruel punishment...