The Great Route, the Kingdom of Alabastan.

Behind the scenes, the secret manor of the Baroque studio is controlled, and on this day, an uninvited guest of a fairly big name is welcomed.

"Well, that's pretty unexpected."

Sitting on the sofa with a cigar in his mouth, Klockdahl looked at the huge figure nearly seven meters tall on the opposite side of the coffee table, and raised his eyebrows:

"A former Seven Martial Seas that disappeared from the Devil's Triangle Sea without a trace after being defeated by the junior newcomers, when the whole world didn't know your whereabouts, actually came to visit me."

"At times like this, don't talk about the wind and cold, sand crocodile!"

Sitting opposite was Moonlight Moria, who had just been picked out of the position of the Seven Martial Seas by Fire Fist Ace not long ago, with a little shame on his face, and said in a sharp voice:

"My intention, I have already made it clear to you in that letter before, anyway, I have no way to go now, you just say it, whether you plan to cooperate with me or not!"

"Hmph."

Klockdahl cocked Erlang's legs, looked at Moria, and said indifferently:

"Although I don't know where you got the information about Hades, but after all, there is no friendship between the two of us, at most we have only known each other for a long time......

"Why do you think I'm going to risk being stabbed in the back by you to work with a waste like you who will be removed from the World Government?"

"It's simple, because you don't have enough strength."

Moonlight Moria sneered: "You have not seen any progress in Shengting Island for so many years, relying on those stinky fish and rotten shrimp under your hands, if you want to put the plan on the right track, at least there are still several years." ”

"Of course, I know that you don't lack patience, and in normal circumstances, it doesn't matter if you wait a few more years."

With that, Moria suddenly stood up, her hands propped on the coffee table, and looked directly into Klockdahl's eyes from above.

"But now that you've been targeted by the World Government, that old man of the Warring States has already warned you at the Seven Martial Seas Conference, right? Do you have so much time to plan slowly? ”

“……”

Hearing this, Klockdahl narrowed his eyes and fell into a long silence.

"Hehe, I've said everything I should have said, I don't have that much time for you to continue to hesitate, Sand Crocodile."

Seeing that the sand crocodile was still thinking, Moria suddenly grinned: "Another reminder to you, if you refuse now, you have to find out if there is a risk that the affairs of the Hades will leak out after I leave......

“……”

A chill flashed in the corner of Klockdahl's eyes, but he did a good job of hiding it, and after a moment, he finally spoke in a low voice:

"It's not that cooperation can't be considered, and we'll talk about specific matters later, but there's one thing I have to say in front."

"What?"

"After you join the Baroque studio, the reins will remain in my hands."

Klockdahl took a puff on his cigar and said lightly:

"My code name is MR.0, and the next next to mine is MR.1, the position is currently vacant, and you can fill it in the future, and the subordinates you brought will also get their own digital code names."

"That's fine."

After only a little thought, Moria nodded in response, and said hesitantly:

"After all, you are the head snake here, and it is nothing to be your deputy for a while, but ......"

As soon as he said this, there was a sudden sound of soft footsteps outside the door.

A slim black-haired beauty with an intellectual aura quietly appeared in the hall.

The conversation between Klockdahl and Moria came to an abrupt end, and both of them looked up at the door at the same time.

"President."

The person who came was Robin, of course, with a roll of newspaper in her hand, and walked briskly towards Klockdahl, looking a little hurried:

"The newspaper just came out this morning, and there is something very important in the new world, and you may be very interested."

"Huh?"

Crocodall frowned, took the newspaper from Robin's hand, unfolded it, and looked at it.

As a result, just after reading the news headline on the front page, his pupils suddenly shrank into a pinhead, his complexion changed greatly, and his body stood up from the sofa.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing this, Moria, who was sitting directly opposite, stretched her neck in some confusion and glanced at the newspaper.

Thereupon.

In the next moment, he showed an expression that was even more shocked and shocked than Klokdal, and he couldn't help but scream: "Kaido was actually defeated by that little ghost, this ...... How is this possible? ”

“……”

Klockdahl did not answer, his eyes were fixed on the newspaper, his hands trembling slightly on either side, obviously still in extreme shock, and did not come back to his senses.

On the Moonlight Moria side, after lowering his head and carefully browsing the content of the report, cold sweat broke out on his sideburns, and he fell weakly on the sofa, muttering to himself in despair:

"How can this be, how can this be ......"

No wonder he was so out of shape.

After all, Moria back then was also full of ambition and confidence in his own strength, so he stepped into the new world to chase his dreams, and at that time, he brutally destroyed his dream with his own hands, and it was now one of the four emperors, the Hundred Beast Kaido.

Since then, he has been completely depressed and sticks to his life creed of "because you live, you will lose".

Even some time ago, because he was stimulated by being defeated by Fire Fist Ace, he barely cheered up and began to plot against Hades, Kaido's figure was still a terrifying nightmare lingering in his heart.

But now.

That terrifying existence like an ancient demon god was actually defeated by a hairy boy who had only been in the Seven Martial Seas for a long time and had only stepped into the new world for three or four years?

For a while, Moonlight Moriah had a strong sense of absurdity for herself and the whole world, and even began to doubt the meaning of life.

Compared to Moria, Klockdahl's reaction was obviously much better, and he had recovered from the shock at this moment, and slowly put down the newspaper in his hand.

"Wind Sword, Xia Nuo......"

Recalling the domineering impression they had left when they met at Marin Vando, Klockdahl looked at the blue sky outside the door and silently snuffed out the cigar in his hand.

At that time, although he was already extremely jealous of Xia Nuo and regarded him as the most unprovoked guy in the Seven Martial Seas, he still didn't think about putting the other party and the existence of the Four Emperors on the same level.

But now, less than half a month has passed, and the other party has completely subverted his own perception that he has completely fallen behind with the terrifying record of defeating Kaido.

"Hoo ......"

Klockdahl spat out the last puff of smoke in his mouth, and his eyes were slightly squinted, his eyes were distant and deep:

"It seems that the whole new world is going to be completely subverted because of this guy......"