A small boat sails slowly on the calm sea, and from the outside, it is a cargo ship that transports goods.

A blonde man leaned his hands on the railing of the boat, smoking a cigarette while looking at the turquoise sea, wondering what to think.

"Sanji Sous Chef" A tall man dressed as a chef came to the back of the blonde man, this guy had a sideways face and a fierce appearance, like a pirate more than a chef.

"It's all your fault! What can I do if I lose all the money I used to buy the ingredients? Chef Tetsuo will kick me to death" At this point, the vicious chef covered his eyes in pain, and he continued to complain, "You said that you and Bharati cooked your dishes well, and this time you have to come out with the cargo ship......"

Curled his eyebrows a little impatiently, Sanji threw the burned cigarette butt in his hand into the sea, and then continued to light one, taking a beautiful puff.

"Damn, next time I meet that woman, I have to ......" Before the vicious chef finished speaking, he saw Sanji, who was originally smoking quietly, turn around sharply as if a switch had been turned on, and flew up, and the shiny black leather shoes almost touched the tip of the vicious chef's nose, and the wind pressure brought by it was like substance, startling him into a cold sweat.

"You bastard, do you want to do anything rude to such a beautiful young lady?" Sanji's right eye, which was exposed outside, glowed with coldness, and he stared fiercely at the vicious chef with a panicked expression.

Here's what happened, probably due to the fact that Bharati's customers have decreased recently, to be precise, the beautiful female customers have not been seen for a long time, and Sanji is bored, so he sets off with Bharati's purchase ship to another island. The reputation is to help others, but in fact, it is to see beautiful women.

Then, Sanji met his angel on his journey, and although he was a beautiful woman, he was sure that this angel was the most beautiful he had met in all these years.

Then, Sanji was cheated out of money by his angel. Needless to say, after all, Sanji, who is in a state of nymphomaniac, has an IQ of less than 50.

"But" As if something suddenly came to mind, Sanji's exposed right eye suddenly turned into a pink peach, and his whole body writhed like a noodle.

"Miss Carter is really beautiful!!~ah~......"

"This kid is hopeless," the vicious cook choked speechlessly.

Nymphomaniac is nymphomaniac, Sanji is a man who has the courage to take responsibility, and he was cheated out of the cost of buying ingredients, so he has a plan.

Hunting the sea kings and making up for the lack of ingredients with the meat of the sea kings!Ignoring the vicious chef who was almost stunned by his crazy thoughts, Sanji resolutely sailed to the devil's island, which was marked in extreme danger on the charts......

Luckily, before they got close to the island, which was said to have a sea king, Sanji and his gang encountered an offshore sea king.

Wiping off the splash on his face, Sanji looked up and looked down at the sea kings in front of him.

One big and one small, four eyes facing each other, no, to be precise, three eyes opposite, the eyes of both sides are surprisingly consistent.

That's the greedy gaze that comes when you spot your prey.

Calmly spitting on his cigarette, the cooks and sailors behind Sanjichong asked

"Hey, what do you think of this one?" said in a casual tone, as if what he was looking at was not a giant beast in the sea the size of a boat, but a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

No one answered Sanji's question, because the person he asked had already turned gray with fright.

Raising his curly eyebrows, Sanji threw away the cigarette butt that was about to burn out, and said to himself:

"Well, I think it's pretty good. ”

As soon as the words fell, Sanji stomped his foot, and the whole person rushed towards the huge and hideous head of the Sea King like a black cannonball, and his waist exerted force, and his whole body spun like a whirlwind in mid-air.

"Coarse!"

Suddenly raised his leg, and fell like a meteor, followed by a muffled sound and a toothache of bone cracking, Sanji's heel smashed the head of the sea king, fast as lightning, like thunder!

A qiē happened between the lightning and flint, and the huge sea king class couldn't even let out a scream, and was knocked out by Sanji with a blow, and slowly sank down with his big mouth open.

"Good, that's amazing!" the chefs and sailors who had lifted the gray whitening expressed surprise at Sanji's strength.

Sanji, who was still in mid-air, calmed down for a moment, and then suddenly felt an alarm, he turned his head, but saw several thick long objects flying from the direction of the island, whistling past him with a strong wind, and one of them flew almost with Sanji's blonde hair, startling him into a cold sweat.

Sanji landed on the deck with a slight wolf and looked in the direction of the flight of those things, but there was nothing but the vast expanse of the sea, as if what he had just seen was an illusion, and then Sanji looked at the island in the distance, and a figure was slightly visible.

………………

The sea restaurant Bharati welcomes a strange guest.

After Sherlock finished grooming, he changed into a black suit similar to Sanji, and the whole person exuded a noble and gorgeous aura, at this time he was sitting at the dining table holding a knife and fork, and his movements were elegantly handling the sea king dishes on the plate, and the eyes under the transparent lenses were extremely focused.

In the eyes of other diners, this is the prince of a certain kingdom or the son of a nobleman who comes to the restaurant to eat and experience life, of course, this is the conjecture of ignoring the half-human-high plate next to Sherlock.

Sanji, with a gauze wrapped around his face, walked over to Sherlock with a plate of food, and couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart when he looked at Sherlock's elegant and speedy way of eating. "How long has this guy been hungry!" "The experience of being a child made him deeply understand how miserable it is to be hungry.

After eating the last bite of food, Sherlock set the dishes, wiped his mouth, and said to Oyamaji:

"Thank you for your hospitality, it's been a long time since I've eaten such a delicious meal. Sherlock did say this from the heart, and he remembered that the last time he had eaten such a delicious meal was at a party of the nobility of some kingdom. Although this restaurant is not big, I have to say that the chef is really good.

"Ha, if you like it. Sanji smiled knowingly, looking a little proud, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by a voice.

"Cut, your cooking is far from good. ”

The person who spoke was a tall old man with a stern expression, a tall exaggerated chef's hat on his head, a long golden beard combed into two braids, which looked somewhat comical, and the old man's right foot disappeared for unknown reasons and was replaced by a wooden prosthetic.

The old man limped over, glancing at Sherlock, who was sitting nearby, and then at Sanji with a rather mocking expression.

"A little ghost is a little ghost, and if you are praised a little, you don't know what your name is. ”

Sanji pouted, "Cut, stinky old man with an unforgiving mouth"

The old man ignored Sanji and asked Sherlock, "I'm Tetsuo the head chef here, what are your plans next?"

For this disabled old man, Sherlock did not dare to slack off at all, you must know that just now he saw with his own eyes that this old man who seemed to have difficulty moving knew that Sanji would use the money to buy ingredients to pick up girls (the original words of a rogue chef), and kicked Sanji away with a flying kick, and even Sherlock didn't see it clearly.

"I want you to take me somewhere. It was not Sherlock's style to eat white food, and he took out a delicately crafted pocket watch from his bosom and placed it on the table. If nothing else, this watch can buy the whole of Bharati with the gems set on the top of this pocket watch.

"This watch is a deposit," Sherlock said lightly, as if in his eyes it was an ordinary pocket watch.

The trench is inhumane!

"No problem, no problem, is the rich customer God!" Tetsuo didn't make any answer, but a stout chef with a beard next to him rushed over, picked up the pocket watch on the table, and asked with a flattering smile, "Where do you want to go?"

"Hey, Paddy!" Sanji was a little confused, and was about to say something, but Paddy moved more quickly, and after asking Sherlock if he was going, he pulled him out of the restaurant door, for fear that Sherlock would regret it.

Looking at the back of Sherlock leaving, Tetsuo didn't say anything, his expression was stern, and he thought silently in his heart.

"I didn't expect him to die, Thassarian Sherlock. ”

Then he smiled, turned his head and yelled at the onlookers next to him:

"Get to work, fools!"