I ate the strongest artificial fruit

Chapter 95

The man in the white suit is named Bu Kelin, he is a capable person, he is not only a collateral nobleman of Tianpeng Kingdom, but also the owner of the Holy Light Trading Field.The burly man beside him was named Tianci, who was a lieutenant colonel in the navy and is now Bucklin's personal bodyguard.

After Bucklin restrained one of Smail's hands, the other hand also made a restraining movement. Under this effect, Smail's other hand was also restrained.

Excitement flashed in Yogma's eyes, he bit his lower lip with his teeth, and excitedly picked up the crutch in his hand and slammed it hard, hitting Smail hard on the head.

He loves riddles, more than violence.

Smail was hit hard again, but it still didn't hurt, and he felt that his strength had improved rapidly.

Apparently, Yogmar's attack this time was harder than before.

Although this blow was a little stronger than the previous attack, it still did almost no damage to Smail.

Smail looked at Yogmar with a grin:

"Hehehe... Hey, the one in white is your master, right? Riddler Dog? You are really obedient... Could it be that you have been controlled? Or have you been brainwashed? Should you be wagging your tail next? Let the master take you to pee?"

Yogma was ridiculed by Smail, and the expression on his face changed strangely. Yogma shrugged his nose, as if he was very annoyed that his attack didn't work, and seemed to be a little crazy.

He waved his question mark crutch unceremoniously, and hit Smail hard again.

"You damn clown! You love to laugh, don't you? Let your laughter die in riddles, and your disgusting smiles die in confusion! Come on, guess what, my mind can't be controlled Control, my consciousness is only dominated by me, guess what I am!"

As Yogma said, the crutch in his hand hit Smail's side face, causing his head to fly up.

Smail was still laughing, but he soon discovered that his laughter didn't seem to be mocking Yogma. Yogma's attack on him didn't have the anger and ferocity of other people who were mocked. Unleash violence.

Evil Attract does not work.

This made Smail a little puzzled.

Could it be related to this guy's riddle?

but……

Smail didn't want to guess, he didn't want to be led by the nose by Yogmar.

Yogma was still beating Smail, whose hands were bound, but Buklin slowly stopped:

"Enough, Yogma, I have something to ask him."

"Hey hey hey, did you hear that, your master is calling you, stick out your tongue and put on a flattering look, otherwise how can you gnaw delicious bones later?" Smail said with a laugh.

Yogma stopped attacking resolutely, stood beside him panting, supported himself with crutches, and looked at Smail with a strange expression. This was not anger or hatred, but a kind of reaction when a tiger meets a wild lion. fighting spirit.

A cold light flickered in Smail's eyes. He was almost certain that after Yogma cracked the riddle house, his own strength must have been greatly damaged, which made him exhausted even beating himself.

Hehehe, poor guy.

At this time, Buklin and Tianci walked slowly to Smail's side. Buklin's hand changed position, and this time it directly touched Smail's neck, and slowly lifted him up out of thin air, asking in a deep voice :

"Why are you so generous?"

Smail raised his face and said with a disdainful smile:

"Hehehe, I'm afraid this question is not what you want to ask the most. Maybe you should ask how many intermediate crystals I have, and how much profit you can get if you kill me. That's right..."

Bucklin looked up and down at Smail, secretly feeling strange that Smail really didn't look like a rich man.

"It's not wrong for you to say that, but you'd better think clearly. If you can't give me a satisfactory answer, I might let you find out that death is actually quite difficult."

"Hahahahaha... Really? You have raised this green dog for a long time, and even you have developed a habit of guessing riddles. Since you want to know the answer so much, why don't you call me Dad? Maybe out of paternal love, I will really answer you! Which father have you ever seen would refuse a son's question?"

Bucklin's face sank like water, and he didn't say much. He squeezed his right hand out of thin air, and five clear finger marks appeared on Smail's neck immediately, and they were still sinking deeper.

Smail discovered that Buklin was also a capable person, but he couldn't tell what stage his devil fruit had developed to, but his strength was much higher than that of Yogma.

Smail was in a predicament, and the burly man next to Bucklin was obviously not a vegetarian. If he fought the three of them here, he would definitely not be his opponent.

"Okay, okay, you really don't have a sense of humor at all. But you keep pinching me like this, and I can't explain it to you..."

Smail patted the front of his neck out of thin air, motioning for Bucklin to let go.

Buklin stared at Smail, hesitated for a moment, and spread his right hand.

Smail immediately felt that the invisible hand on his neck seemed to disappear, and his breathing became smoother instantly. He licked his lips, swallowed and said:

"What do you want to hear? Oh, yes, where did I get the intermediate spar? Hehehe, guess what, the answer to this question may be very surprising."

"You'd better not talk nonsense, I only warn you one last time." Bucklin was a little sullen.

"Hehe, I remember that I threatened others like this a few days ago, um..." Smail licked his lips, looked up thoughtfully, and then continued, "But..., although that guy told Me, I still let him die miserably, yes, I am very disrespectful, I feel very guilty, really guilty..."

"Don't worry, I'm talking about credibility. I'll let you die quickly without pain." Bucklin said coldly.

Smail's frowning expression suddenly stretched, and he raised his index finger and said excitedly:

"That's it! Well, then I can rest assured. In fact, these crystals were given to me by our boss. He asked me to come here to buy that gun. It is said that there are secrets hidden in this gun, hehe..."

Buklin frowned, glanced at the golden poker gun pinned to Smail's waist, and said in a concentrated voice:

"I think, since it's a secret, you shouldn't tell it. It will kill you."

Smail shook his head and said with a casual smile:

"Hehe, I don't think so, because if you really killed me, the boss will know that you did it, and he will never let you go. In other words, the boss came this time for fair trade, and even gave you Raotou, as for me, of course I only brought such a mid-level spar, and I’m just an errand. If you still insist on it, tsk tsk, I’m afraid it’s dangerous..."

"Who is your boss?" Bucklin asked sullenly.

"Hahaha, your joke is much more interesting than Yogmar's. I'll tell you like this, isn't the boss too embarrassing!" Smail said with a smile.

"If you think face is more important than life, you can continue to talk nonsense, otherwise, you'd better answer my question honestly!"

As he said that, Buklin suddenly punched out of thin air, and Smail felt a solid punch in his abdomen, and fell to the ground with a retching sound. The attack of this punch was not only physical damage, but also added the power of a devil fruit, So Smail still felt the pain.

Even so, Smail smiled nonchalantly:

"Hahahaha...Let me guess what this joke is? Oh, it turns out that a dog bites people without pain, and the owner wants to try it himself, hahahahaha..."

"Bastard!" After saying that, Buklin's expression turned cold, and he was ready to attack again.

At this moment, Smail suddenly took out the plasma bomb from the black core, and said softly:

"Don't be impatient, you should recognize what this is... If you recognize it, I will leave here now. Of course, if you have any objections, I will die with you without hesitation. After all, if I don't If I can bring this gun back, the boss will kill me too, so I might as well die now!"

Bucklin's eyes were fixed on Smail, and he saw hysterical madness in Smail's eyes.

He knew very well that death didn't seem to be a threat to such a guy, and if he didn't let him go, he might really detonate the terrifying plasma bomb in his hand.

Bucklin wanted to try again, though.

Buklin mobilized his strength and was about to raise his hand, but Smail's finger was obviously about to press down.

Bucklin's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick, so he stopped immediately.

Smail looked cold, and said gloomyly:

"Don't play tricks, you may be able to control me out of thin air, but it's absolutely impossible to be so precise that you can open my fingers immediately!"

Buklin frowned. He really wasn't sure enough to restrain Smail, but he didn't want to just let this fat piece of Smail slip away.

He was very curious, why did the boss behind Smail entrust a lot of money for a golden pistol, and why did he bid so high-profilely?

But now he can only temporarily suppress these questions in his heart.

Holding the bomb in one hand, Smail backed away slowly, and finally escaped from the passage laughing wildly.

(End of this chapter)