Three-eyed evil king of the pirate king

Although it was not a big deal to cause chaos in the Shampoo Islands, after all, with Nami on his side, Karl still restrained himself a little.

Kurogiri didn't even take out his scabbard before he beat several traffickers who gathered around him until they fell to the ground.

"Sir, spare your life, oh, don't slap me in the face..."

"I don't dare anymore..."

A group of traffickers begged for mercy on the ground.

At this time, Nami took the initiative to bargain with these traffickers.

"I can let you guys go, but do you have the consciousness?" Nami smiled like a cunning fox.

"What, what kind of consciousness?" One of the traffickers looked confused.

"How stupid... Carl, just throw this into the sea and feed the fish!" Nami turned to Carl and said.

Well, not to mention the panicked traffickers, even Karl shed a drop of cold sweat, having underestimated Nami's ruthlessness.

But there were also smarter traffickers who took out an exquisite pocket watch directly from their pockets and handed it to Nami's hand respectfully.

Nami took the pocket watch and looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, but still asked: "That's it?"

The trafficker also looked reluctant and took out a gold necklace from another pocket.

"That's it?" Karl also asked in cooperation.

The trafficker was about to burst into tears: "This is all I have."

Nami looked at the trafficker suspiciously, and found that the other person's expression didn't seem to be fake, so she looked at the next trafficker.

Being stared at by Nami was really not a good feeling. The trafficker was excited and waved his hands quickly: "I really have no money at all."

"Then I have no choice but to throw it away to feed the fish." Nami shook her head and sighed.

"Ah..." The trafficker hesitated for a moment and pointed to his companion behind him: "He, he has a lot of money, it should be enough for the two of us."

"Bastard, why should I help you?" The trafficker behind him was extremely angry.

After hearing this, Nami glanced at the informant trafficker appreciatively and walked towards the trafficker behind him.

The trafficker behind him only handed over property of similar value to the first trafficker, and said angrily: "I won't pay for that bastard!"

"Hey, hey, did you make something wrong?" Karl said with a smile on his face: "Who told you that as long as you pay this little, I will let you go? What we want is all your belongings!"

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The combined wealth of these traffickers is less than 500 million Baileys, but it is still a lot. After all, the price of a good sharp knife is only around 500 million.

Before leaving, several traffickers secretly engraved the images of Karl and Nami in their hearts with sinister eyes. Karl felt that there was a high probability that these traffickers would go to the rescuers to recover their situation.

Karl was naturally fearless, and even felt that he might still get a windfall, so he simply wandered around here leisurely, looking forward to the next group of people looking for trouble.

"According to the agreed score of 480 to 144, you have 144 to [-], and these properties have been exchanged for [-] million Baileys, so these [-] million Baileys will be given to you." Karl said, then counted out [-] million Baileys and handed it to Na beautiful.

Nami subconsciously took Bailey, but her eyes did not leave the remaining Bailey in Carl's hand. She whispered: "Shouldn't it be you three and me seven?"

"What did you say?" Karl pretended to be confused.

"Say nothing!" Nami looked angry.

Although more than 100 million Baileys is not a lot, it is still a lot. It is obviously more than enough to buy a few sets of clothes, so Nami took Karl to a nearby clothing store, but she did not know that she was enjoying the fun of bargaining. Still simply not liking spending money randomly, Nami almost made the owner of the clothing store cry, and finally bought a few sets of clothes at low prices.

Karl naturally couldn't understand what Nami was doing. She was obviously not short of money, so why was she wasting so much time just for some Baileys?

Accompanying Nami out of the clothing store, Karl raised his eyebrows slightly, because there were actually a circle of people outside, all of them looked bad, and they were not good people at first glance.

"Brother, this guy robbed our property, you have to make the decision for your brothers!" One of the gangsters had a look of hatred on his face.

Originally, these human traffickers were already tall and strong, with an average height of over two meters, but compared with their boss, they looked very petite.

Although it was just a visual inspection, Karl felt that the so-called boss should be about four meters tall, tall and strong, with tattoos on both arms, a scar on his forehead, a beard, and gold earrings. At first glance, he didn't look good. Get along with the characters.

I just had an inexplicable feeling that Karl had seen this so-called boss before somewhere, and he felt strangely familiar.

"Let me see, what kind of person dares to bully my lovely subordinates?" The boss laughed, but raised his nostrils to the sky, without any intention of "looking".

This inexplicable sense of déjà vu made Karl feel even more familiar.

Karl couldn't help but recall that he seemed to have met this person during a mission two or three years ago.

After learning swordsmanship with Armand for a period of time, Karl fell in love with taking on tasks alone.Since there are many tasks to be performed in the Chambord Islands, Karl also comes to the Chambord Islands from time to time.

One of the more difficult missions was to deal with a town boss. At that time, Carl was in a desperate situation, but in the end he still managed to fight his way out with his fierce determination...

At that time, Karl's strength was far less than it is now. The opponent had a large number of people, and the fatigue period after he turned on the overload mode also hit him at the same time.

Karl even felt that he had lost consciousness, relying on his unyielding instinct to kill in front of the boss.

Finally, it seemed that the other party's little finger was cut off?Or solve the other party?Karl couldn’t remember much either.

Since then, Karl has gained a nickname among the dark forces in Shampoo, called "Blood Witch"...

Well, such a shameful nickname was purely because Karl had a baby face at the time. With his big eyes, long eyelashes, and medium-length hair, it was indeed easy to be mistaken for a girl.

But now, although Karl can still be called a beautiful boy, at least... he should not be regarded as a girl.

Returning to the topic, Karl looked at the guy in front of him with his nostrils pointing upward. This guy's figure gradually overlapped with that of the boss of the town a few years ago. Karl's eyes subconsciously drifted to the other person's hand.

The opponent's hands were covered with calluses, but they only had nine fingers... His right hand was missing a little finger.

Karl couldn't help but smile.

"Why are you laughing? Let me tell you, a pirate with a bounty of tens of millions may not be the opponent of our boss. Now if we kneel down and beg for mercy, we may be able to suffer less physical pain." One of the men yelled.

"If I remember correctly, your nickname is Wild Bear?" Karl suddenly asked.

"How do you know our boss's nickname?" A naive subordinate immediately asked.

"Oh? Do you know me?" The boss, nicknamed Wild Bear, finally lowered his head and looked at Karl in front of him. He felt that Karl looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

"Don't remember me? That's right. After all, we haven't seen each other for a few years, and my appearance has changed a lot." Karl smiled.

Seeing that the other party was deep in thought, Karl continued: "You may not remember me, but you should remember my knife, right?"

With that said, Karl raised Kurogiri so that the other party could see him directly.

The moment he saw "Black Cut", the nearly four-meter-tall strong man couldn't stop trembling. He looked at Karl with horrified eyes, and even couldn't help but take a step back.

"What happened to him?" Nami looked confused.

"This... this is the Blood Witch's weapon. Who are you, the Blood Witch?" the strong man asked in horror.

Karl's face turned dark.

"I am the blood witch you call me...but I prefer you to call me the blood witch!"