The man in the white suit was named Bu Kelin, a capable person, and at the same time a side nobleman of the Tianpeng Kingdom and the owner of the Holy Light Trading Ground. And the strong man beside him was named Tianci, who was a lieutenant commander in the navy and was now Bu Kelin's personal bodyguard.

After Buklin held one of Smail's hands hostage, the other hand also made a coercive action, and under this effect, Smail's other hand was also restrained.

Yogma's eyes flashed with excitement, his teeth bit his lower lip, and he excitedly picked up the cane in his hand and slammed it again, hitting Smael's head hard.

He loves riddles and prefers violence.

Smal took another hard hit, but it still didn't hurt, and he felt his strength increase a little faster.

Obviously, Yagmar was attacking harder this time than before.

Although this blow was a little stronger than the previous attack, it still did little harm to Smail.

Smal looked at Yogma with a sinister smile:

"Hey, hey, hey...... Hey, that one in white is your master, right? Riddle dogs? You're really obedient...... Are you being controlled? Or have you been brainwashed? Shouldn't you wag your tail and let the owner take you to pee? ”

The expression on Yogma's face changed strangely at Smer's taunt, and Yogma shrugged his nose, as if he was very annoyed that his attack had not worked, and seemed to become a little crazy.

He unceremoniously swung his question mark crutch and slammed it into Smaer again.

"You goddamn beam-jumping clown! You love to laugh, don't you, then let your laughter disappear in the riddle and let your disgusting smile die in confusion! Come on, guess what, my mind can't be controlled, my consciousness is only dominated by me, guess what I am! ”

As he spoke, the cane in his hand smashed into the side of Smael's face, causing his head to rise.

Smal was still laughing, but he soon realized that his laughter did not seem to taunt Yogma, and that Yogma's attacks on him were not as angry or vicious as the other mocked ones, but simply to vent their violence.

The evil attraction does not work.

This was a bit puzzling to Smail.

Does it have something to do with this guy's riddle?

But......

Smael didn't want to guess, he didn't want to be led by the nose by Yagma.

Yogma continued to beat Smael, whose hands were tied, but Bukrin slowly spoke:

"That's enough, Yogma, I have something to ask him."

"Hey, hey, hey, do you hear me, your master is calling you, stick out your tongue and make a flattering appearance, otherwise how can you gnaw delicious bones later?" Smaël said with a grin.

Yogma decisively stopped his attack, panting and standing beside him, bracing himself with a cane, looking at Smer with a strange expression, not anger or hatred, but the fighting spirit of a tiger when he meets a wild lion.

A cold light flickered in Smer's eyes, and he was almost certain that Yogma's own strength must have been greatly damaged after he had cracked the riddle house by himself, which was why he would be tired and exhausted even from beating himself.

Hey, hey, poor guy.

At this time, Bu Kelin and Tianci slowly walked to Smer's side, Bu Kelin's hand changed its position, this time directly against Smer's neck, slowly lifted him up out of thin air, and asked in a deep voice:

"Why are you so generous?"

Smail tilted his face and smiled disdainfully:

"Hehehe, I'm afraid this question isn't what you want to ask the most, you should probably ask, how many intermediate spars do I have, and how much profit you can get if you kill me, right......?"

Bu Kelin looked Smaer up and down, and actually felt strange in his heart, Smer really didn't look like a rich man.

"You're not wrong to say that, but you'd better think clearly, if you can't give me a satisfactory answer, I may let you find out that dying is actually quite difficult."

"Hahaha...... Is it? Are you this green dog raised for a long time, and even yourself have developed the habit of guessing riddles, since you also want to know the answer, then why don't you call me Dad, maybe I will really answer you out of fatherly love! What father have you ever seen who would reject his son's question? ”

Buklin's face sank like water, and he didn't say anything, his right hand clenched out of thin air, and five clear finger marks immediately appeared on Smer's neck, and they continued to sink deeply.

Smal found out that this Bukrin was also an ability, but he couldn't see how many stages his Devil Fruit had developed, but his strength was much higher than that of Yogma.

Smal was in a predicament, and the big man beside Bu Kelin was obviously not a vegetarian, and if he fought with the three of them here, he would definitely not be an opponent.

"Well, well, you really don't have any sense of humor. But you've been pinching me like this now, and I can't explain it to you......"

Smal patted the front of his neck out of thin air, motioning for Buklin to let go.

Bukrin stared at Smael, hesitated for a moment, and then spread his right hand out.

Smal immediately felt that the invisible hand around his neck seemed to disappear, and his breathing instantly became free, he licked his lips and swallowed his saliva:

"What do you want to hear? Oh yes, where did I get the intermediate hedron from, right? Hey, hey, hey, guess what, the answer to this question might be pleasantly surprised. ”

"You'd better not talk nonsense, I'll only warn you one last time." Buckerin was a little annoyed.

"Hehe, I remember threatening people like that a few days ago, well......" Smaer licked his lips and looked up thoughtfully, then continued, "But ......, even though that guy told me, I still let him die miserably, yes, I am very discredited, I feel very guilty, really guilty......"

"Don't worry, I'll be credible, I'll let you die soon, and there will be no pain." Bu Kelin said coldly.

The expression on Smail's sad face suddenly relaxed, and he raised his index finger and said excitedly:

"That's it! Okay, then I'll rest assured, in fact, these spars were given to me by our boss, let me come here to buy that gun, it is said that this gun has a secret hidden in it, hehe......"

Bu Kelin's brows furrowed, he glanced at the golden poker gun pinned to Smyer's waist, and said in a condensed voice:

"I think you shouldn't tell it if it's a secret, it will kill you."

Smaël shook his head and said with a smile:

"Hehe, I don't think so, because if you really kill me, the boss must know that you did it, and he will never let you go. In other words, the boss came this time to trade fairly, and even gave you a spare, but I, of course, only brought such an intermediate spar, just a minion who did business. If you still don't give up, tsk, I'm afraid it's dangerous......"

"Who's your boss?" Bu Kelin said with a gloomy face.

"Hahaha, your joke is so much funnier than Yogma's. I'll tell you like this, isn't the boss too shameless! Smaer laughed.

"If you think that face is more important than life, you can continue to talk nonsense, otherwise, you'd better answer my questions honestly!"

Saying that, Bu Kelin suddenly punched out of thin air, Smail felt a solid punch in his abdomen, retched and fell to the ground, the attack of this punch was not only physical damage, but also attached to the power of the Devil Fruit, so Smail still felt pain.

Still, Smail smiled casually:

"Hahahaha...... Let me guess what the joke is? Oh, it turned out that a dog bites people and doesn't hurt, and the owner wants to take a bite and try it himself, hahahahahaha......"

"Bastard!" As he spoke, Bu Kelin's expression turned cold, ready to attack again.

At this moment, Smail suddenly took out the plasma bomb from the black core and shouted softly:

"Rest easy, you should know what this is...... If I do, I'm going to get out of here now. Of course, if you have any objections, I will not hesitate to die with you, after all, if I don't bring this gun back, the boss will kill me, it is better to die now! ”

Buklin's eyes waited for Smail, and he saw hysterical madness in Smer's eyes.

He knew very well that death didn't seem to be a threat in the face of such a guy, and if he didn't let him go, he might really detonate the terrible plasma bomb in his hand.

However, Buklin wanted to try again.

Buklin gathered his strength and raised his hand to make a movement, but Smer's fingers were already clearly about to be pressed.

Bu Kelin's eyes were quick and he immediately stopped.

Smer's expression was cold, and he said gloomily:

"Don't do tricks, you may be able to control me out of thin air, but it's definitely impossible to break my finger right away!"

Bu Kelin frowned, he really didn't have full confidence to restrain Smail, but he didn't want to let Smer's big fat slip away like this.

He was curious, why did the boss behind Smail pay a lot of money for a golden pistol, and why did he bid for it in such a high-profile manner?

But now he can only keep these doubts in his heart for the time being.

With a bomb in one hand, Smaer slowly retreated, and finally escaped from the passage laughing wildly.