One Piece Black Emperor

In the magnificent aristocratic residence in Gao Town, Karimula was sitting at the top, listening to four people grumbling in front of him.

Those who can see him are naturally nobles.

And the four people who came today are all nobles who are dependent on his power, Karimula.

These four are very unique.

To describe them in one sentence, they are all different in height, short, fat and thin.

The tall nobleman's clothes were somewhat sloppy, his face was red, and he smelled of alcohol. Even at this time, he still held a bottle of wine in his hand and took a few sips from time to time.

A short nobleman, well-dressed, but with a wretched face, comparable to a yellow ape. At this time, he was like a tall nobleman, holding a slender woman in his arms. He didn't care about the eyes of others in front of everyone. He raised and lowered his hands as if he wanted to execute the person in his arms on the spot.

The third nobleman had a worried look on his face, his huge body sunk deep into the sofa bench, wiping sweat with his hands from time to time.

The last one was extremely thin. His bamboo pole-like body was covered with a Goa Kingdom army uniform, and it was specially modified so that he would not look too empty. He also had a musket on his waist, and he was sitting upright with a serious look on his face.

Among the four people, only the fat noble who kept sweating was speaking.

His chin, which was almost submerged in fat, kept moving:

"Lord Karimula! That guy named Shcasillas is too much! Dozens of our men have been injured by him, especially several people who have become disabled! Yes, those untouchables There’s nothing to be pitiful about, but it’s up to the owner to beat a dog! What does Casillas want to do? What’s wrong with the garbage at the Uncertain Terminal paying taxes? Why doesn’t he let our people collect taxes?”

After saying this, the anxious fat noble wiped the sweat from his forehead with a silk handkerchief again. He was suffering losses every minute and every second! Even though the money collected from the Uncertain Terminal was only a small part of his income, as a nobleman, he lived frugally every day in order to save every pele.

Wasting a Bailey was enough to make him feel distressed for a long time, not to mention that starting from this morning, the daily tax collection activities were directly interrupted by that Casillas!

At the beginning, he was furious and wanted to gather a group of men to kill this guy who stopped him from making money, and cut him into pieces and scatter the bones and ashes!

But soon, his subordinates reported that Casillas was related to Lord Karimula. It was said that they were cooperating or something.

Therefore, he took the other three people with him to see Karimula, hoping that this adult could provide him with justice.

Karimula, smoking a cigar slowly.

He basically didn't listen to what the fat noble said, but he knew very well why these guys came to find him.

Help them deal with Casillas

joke!

Just this morning, Apali had reported the status of the three hundred bundles of goods. As soon as they were taken out, they were robbed like crazy. The number three hundred was too little for the numerous desperadoes on the sea. They were all snatched up by the pirates wielding baileys without even a splash of water.

Even if it is because pirates cannot often go to black markets and other trading venues, selling thousands of them a month is not a problem.

That's a profit calculated in hundreds of millions.

"Are you done?"

There was no expression on Karimula's face, which in the eyes of the fat noble was an unfathomable sign.

But the next moment, he only felt something flash before his eyes.

The still-smoking cigar hit him in the face, and the lit end was imprinted on his skin, making this money-loving nobleman feel more pain than losing a large number of Baileys.

But he dared not express his anger, or in other words, he did not even dare to express his anger at all.

The servant carefully came up and picked up the half-burned cigar and disposed of it. The black hole that had been burnt on the red carpet was very conspicuous. The fat noble's face was red, and the swelling gradually turned into blisters visible to the naked eye. The fat noble was sweating profusely, not only because of pain, but also because of fear.

But he couldn't figure out how he angered Lord Karimula.