Pirate Shadow King

Just when Fujitora felt an unfriendly aura approaching, the staff sword was already placed on his chest, as if he could unsheath the sword at any time.

But Baccarat, whose life was almost hanging by a thread, didn't know it. While leaning forward to touch the person in front of him, he said: "My foot is twisted, it hurts!"

When he heard the familiar female voice, Fujitora's alert expression gradually faded, because he could tell that this was the woman who told him where the casino was, and was not attacking him.

As the body fell, Bakara's hand touched Fujitora's body, and an invisible thing was sucked away.

After doing all this, Baccarat, who was wearing a high-cut cheongsam, sat directly on her knees, with her buttocks on the ground, her calves and thighs fitting or slightly spreading, and her rather voluptuous thighs exposed. This posture also stretched her clothes. Tight, outlining alluring curves.

Baccarat, who still didn't know that half of her feet were in death, was sitting on the ground, her legs pressed against the cold storefront, her hands stroking her ankles, and she really looked like she had a sprained foot.

"Are you okay?" Fujitora turned around, his pure white eyes exposed, and asked Baccarat on the ground with some concern.

The goal was achieved, Baccarat had no regrets, and the flesh of her legs was close to the ground, a little cold.

"No...it's okay. It hurt so bad just now, but now I suddenly feel better." Bakala said, holding her knees and slowly stood up. Before Fujitora and the other gamblers could react, they were limping. Staggeringly left the scene.

No one paid any attention to it, just thinking that she had indeed sprained her ankle. There was no specific manifestation of Baccarat's ability to use the fruit, so others had no way of knowing.

What they didn't know was that bad luck had already entangled Fujitora. All of them were blushing and their eyes were shining with excitement, and they hurriedly urged Fujitora to place a bet.

Moria had a panoramic view of this scene, but he had no intention of going to tell him. He wished that Fujitora would lose as much as possible, so that the gap would be bigger.

After Bakara left Fujitora, she quickly came to Moriah. Fujitora didn't care. Her current role was to monitor Moriah at all times and prevent him from causing any big trouble.

Twisting and walking, Baccarat quickly returned to normal after leaving everyone's sight, and walked towards Moriah with a smile on her face.

If Moria wants to rescue Absalom, he must get rid of Bacara, a follower, but he is not in a hurry now.

Leaving the others in the casino, Moriah, four and five girls, walked out of the casino and merged into the crowd.

Next to the casino is the auction house, which has already begun. There are many guards standing guard in front of the door, scrutinizing every guest coming and going.

Just as Moriah was about to go in, someone came up to him. The man looked tall and thick, and he should be the leader of the group. He asked: "Who are you, please?"

He may not know Moria, but it is absolutely impossible not to know Baccarat, who speaks everything in this place.

"If you are an ordinary guest, you still need to hand over a deposit, but you are different," Baccarat said as he walked, facing everyone in Moria: "Come with me, I will take you to the VIP exclusive seats."

Moria followed closely behind, and after taking a few steps, his eyes darkened before he entered the auction house.

Upon seeing this, the staff in the auction house immediately came forward to greet him. They all nodded and bowed, with flattering smiles on their faces. Their respect was beyond words.

The bidding has ended on the auction stage, but the rabbit auctioneer's hammer also stayed in mid-air, quietly waiting for Moriah to sit down.

Sitting here is either rich or noble. Ordinary people have no ability to squander here. However, even if they have noble status, they have not received such courtesy.

The former king came to the Shichibukai, and when he was young, he was able to challenge the Four Emperors and Hundred Beasts Kaido. Now the reward has reached one billion berries, and he was able to escape without causing trouble at the Navy Headquarters. None of them can compare with them.

When Moriah entered the auction house, everyone's eyes were focused on him, but after reacting, they quickly lowered their heads and embraced the women next to them. Most of them were quite wealthy. The nobles were afraid that this evil-doing pirate would covet their wealth and women.

After Moria and others sat down in the first row, the auctioneer knocked down the hammer in his hand, and the item was bought by the highest bidder.

Moglia just sat down, and the staff immediately handed over a golden sign with a number "1" engraved on it. The sign emitted such bright light that it was clear at a glance that it was a symbol of noble status.

As for the brand "1", it should be specially created by the auction house for people with extremely noble status. The specific number is not known, but since Moriah has won the first place, it means that he has not been neglected.

Seeing that Moria got the gold medal, Baccarat smiled and explained: "Please take it. This kind of gold medal is given to the most distinguished guests in the Great Tezolo City. If you like something at the auction later, you can You can bid on this gold medal.”

Moriah responded lightly, but his eyes were fixed on the item being auctioned on the stage. It was a slave, to be precise, an extremely strong male slave.

The auction house will auction some rare items, weapons and equipment, and devil fruits, but the most popular ones are various slave trades.

Most of these slaves came from unjoined countries. Most of them lived in poverty and had no one to protect them.

Some people began to draw their attention, and many people were arrested and sold to ordinary people. The best ones were sold directly to nobles or sold at auction houses.

The slaves who can go to the auction house are either skilled men or beautiful women, and the men on the stage at this time are destined to be anything but mediocre.

The man on the stage was wearing very little at this time. He was almost wearing shorts. He was extremely tall, nearly half the height of Moriah. His skin was a healthy bronze color, and there were muscles everywhere he looked.

This auction item attracted the attention of all the ladies as soon as it appeared, and all of them observed it with gleaming eyes.

Most of the nobles sitting here are older men whose wives have lost their appeal, but there are still many noble ladies whose husbands have died.

"The following is auction item No. 7," the rabbit female auctioneer said at the right time when she saw the slave being pulled onto the stage. "He was originally the captain and chef of the pirate group. Please take a closer look. This man has some... Jianshuiqing, known as the "killer of ten thousand people", originally had a bounty of 1400 million, but just looking at his healthy muscles makes people salivate."

"He has many uses. Not only can he cook and work as a cow or a horse, but he can also... As for other values, you can only know them through in-depth exchanges. I won't say more here." The auctioneer continued, "Then let's start now. The starting price is announced, 52 berries!"

Seeing that the auction items were male slaves, most of the men in the venue retreated. However, there were still some who welcomed the men, but they were still a minority. It was still the home field of women.

"No. 34, bid 65 million!"

"159 million!"

"... "

"340 million!"

"No. 27, the bid is 340 million, is there any higher bid?" After the venue fell into silence, the auctioneer glanced around and said, "If there is no higher bidder, then the auction item No. 7 will belong to No. 27! "

The auction house was still very quiet. The price had exceeded some people's expectations. The price of buying this slave could have been used to buy three or four similar slaves elsewhere.

The slave named Kensui Qing raised his head after a long absence, glanced around the field, and finally settled on the position of No. 27 holding the sign.

When a focus appeared in his eyes, a trace of happiness flashed in his eyes, because he thought that a gorgeous lady with an excellent figure and a beautiful face was in his eyes. Although she was middle-aged, she was well-maintained and looked young. She is also the one-in-a-million beauty.

Just as the auctioneer was about to make the final decision, another sign was slowly raised.

"No. 18, 500 million!"

Hearing the higher bid, everyone in the venue immediately focused their attention on the bidder. They saw that the man was bloated, with thick foundation on his face, lips as red as blood, and eye circles as black as ink. He looked like a seven-pointer. It looks like a ghost and three parts like a human being.

"Didn't you just take photos of three young slaves elsewhere last time?" an insider asked with some confusion.

But the noble lady covered her mouth with a fan and smiled lightly, looking unconcerned: "Those guys are just born with good skin, and they are a little better-looking, but they are all silver spears and wax heads. He was useless and I wanted to kill him within half a month. I think this guy is good and should stay with me for a long time."

The more distinguished the guest, the further forward he was located, so the lady's words also reached the ears of Moriah, who had extraordinary perception.

This is not a juicer, this is a perfect vacuum cleaner.

"Is there anyone with a higher bid?" The auctioneer glanced at the field again, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. This time the bid was far beyond their expectations, and she would get more benefits from it.

The slave on the stage looked at the previous bidder with expectation and flattery, hoping that she would bid higher. However, although the lady was interested in her, she was not willing to spend more.

Seeing this, the slave's eyes began to slowly become hollow and lifeless. He knew what kind of life was about to greet him.

"Bang!" Seeing that the female rabbit auctioneer had already made the final decision, "Then auction item No. 7 belongs to No. 17."

Seeing this scene, Moria couldn't help but clicked his tongue. Although he deeply sympathized with the slave's plight, he didn't want to meddle in other people's business, and he didn't like this.

After the auction ends, the next one will proceed immediately, and the items obtained from the auction must be collected at the end.

"The last auction ended happily, so let me look forward to the next auction item!" A small car slowly retreated to the center of the auction table. There was a square thing on the car, covered with a red cloth. Know what's inside.

Seeing that everyone's attention was attracted, the female rabbit auctioneer said: "This item is a secret treasure from the sea. After eating it, you can gain certain super powers..."

The female rabbit auctioneer whetted everyone's appetite, not knowing exactly what it was, but arousing people's interest.

Inspired by her words, people also became interested in the things. When the auctioneer, who was ready to accept the goods, was about to announce what was going to be auctioned, a guard ran in in a panic, and finally ran to Baccarat's side. Say something in her ear.

After hearing the guard's report, Baccarat's face instantly became unpleasant.

And Moria, who was sitting not far away, also vaguely heard some news, that is, someone whose identity was not lower than him had arrived.