Not far from the palace heights, there is a café that looks stylish.

Cafes are located on the streets of residential areas, and they feel a bit quiet in the middle of nowhere.

Its decoration is not ornate, it looks simple but not simple.

Named Blues, the café has been in business for at least a decade or so and has a good reputation among the neighborhoods.

The interior of the café is decorated to show the owner's high aesthetic standards.

Including the layout of the interior and the quality of the materials, etc., all prove that this store is very substantial.

Of course, the price is not cheap.

But for the inhabitants who live here, it is still within the limits of what is affordable – the closer you are to the palace area, the richer life becomes – a constant fact for any country.

Civilians are forever removed from the centers of power and wealth, and the poorer are farther out.

It's like a regular ring, or a target.

Only the elite and even the nobles of the kingdom were allowed to live near the palace, and the same was true for Dressrosa.

The most central highland naturally belonged to the royal family, and the most central location below the high ground was the residence of the kingdom's ministers, nobles, and wealthy merchants.

Although the Blues Cafe is not located in the most central area, it is also located in the residence of the middle and upper classes of the kingdom.

Most of the people who come and go here every day are mainly local residents, which is not much, but most of them are regular visitors here.

Being able to retain a lot of regulars proves that the taste of this café is at least good, but there is no Internet in this world, otherwise the decoration style and price here will inevitably make this a good place for Internet celebrities to check in.

It is obviously not realistic to open a coffee shop in such a place to make money.

Fortunately, as a store manager who has lived in the local area for at least ten years, he is not like a guy who is short of money, and no one has ever seen a shoddy coffee shop anyway.

The café is not large, with a total area of about 50 square meters.

The décor is slightly darker, which doesn't seem to match Dressrosa's enthusiasm.

There are only two people in the whole coffee shop.

The store manager is a middle-aged uncle with a neat beard, short brown hair, and his facial features are not very eye-catching, but they are not ugly.

He usually wears a plaid casual suit, and the whole person is neatly cared for.

Those who know him well know that his name is Cassiu.

There's also an employee here, a girl with blond hair.

It seems to be a rather poor out-of-town tourist who was taken in by Cassiu a few years ago as a waiter in the shop.

Coffee shops at night don't usually have many people here – most people choose to go to taverns rather than cafes.

But today, it is unusual that a few regular customers have gathered here, and they don't have to listen to it to know that they are talking about what happened during the day, and the reason for coming here is very simple......

The nearby pubs are all full!

Everyone was in dire need of a vent, and all kinds of noise and noise were endless.

Even the hotels that are usually full at this time are a lot more empty, and there are fewer sounds of men and women fighting and snapping that make people angry.

There are also fewer miserable screams of some girls after being beaten.

At the Blues Cafe, a blonde maiden waitress brings two cups of iced coffee to the guests.

As the store manager, Cassiu was savoring a book in his hand under the light, as if he had not received the slightest influence from these noisy regular customers.

The blonde girl walked to the counter with a tray, and looked at the neat and tidy store manager holding a book and reading it with relish, and she didn't even raise her head and pouted slightly.

"My lord, we ......"

"Shh

Cassius cocked his fingers, his gaze still on the hardwood-covered book, as if there was some peerless treasure in it, and he couldn't take his eyes off it for a moment.

"There's no grown-up here, have you forgotten?"

"Yes, Manager Cassie."

The clean middle-aged uncle Cassiu's voice sounded magnetic, but the blonde girl was obviously in awe of the store manager and didn't dare to say anything more when she heard his voice.

"Don't worry about the rest, just do your job, we don't have the qualifications to meddle in all this, understand?"

The blonde girl nodded silently.

It was silent again, in stark contrast to the noisy two or three tables in the distance.

Suddenly.

Not too far away, on the high ground of the palace, a flash of light reflected in the café with two low windows, followed by the roar of an explosion.

Almost in no particular order, the houses were all calmed and gargled a few times.

Crash...... Bang dang......

The guests in the café all stood up in shock, and there were a lot of tables and chairs scattered and no one cared at all.

They walked straight out of the store and looked out at the high ground of the palace.

Cashew, the coffee shop manager who was sitting behind the counter and reading quietly, was also a little shocked, and the books were thrown aside by him before they were closed.

Unlike those guests, he didn't go out to see the excitement - it was so dark that he was looking up at the high ground of the palace, and he could see a fart!

"You go and close the door outside and tell them it's closed today, and no one can be allowed in anyway."

Cassiu's face had regained his composure, and he commanded the blonde maid to walk over the side of the counter, and stepped back a door and entered.

There was such a big movement on the high ground of the palace all of a sudden, if it had nothing to do with the legendary troublemaker of the navy, he Kaxiu dared to play yellow eel live.

Still without a raincoat!

"Ah...... Yes, Mr. Cassiu. ”

The blonde maid was a little necessarable, but Cassiu's figure had disappeared.

Although this maid is usually a little unreliable, Cassiu is still very relieved about the little maid in terms of business.

He pushed open the door and there was an ordinary-looking utility room, but he didn't know that Cassiu had been fumbling around there for a while, and another door opened in the storage room, and he walked straight inside.

Inside is a cramped space, and the most conspicuous thing is the telephone bugs of different colors that are side by side.

Cassius didn't hesitate, he took two steps forward, picked up the largest phone bug in the middle and dialed a number.

Brubru ......

"Why did you call at this time, didn't you say ......"

"Mawson is at war with the Doflamingo family, do you think I should report it?"

"What?!" The phone bug jumped high, and the voice continued: "When is it?" ”

"Just now."

"I know, you continue to monitor, and report any situation as soon as possible."

Click!

The phone bug hung up, and the room fell silent.

Cashew turned and pushed the door open and walked out, and through the crack in the door that had not yet closed completely, he could faintly see the faint letters on the phone bug - CP.

……

……

On the high ground of the royal palace.

Where the conference room was originally located, the battle at this time was nearing its end.

Since Xun broke through to become a great swordsman some time ago, his strength has been greatly improved.

He led a group of naval cadres to deal with the Don Quixote family, and these people were not a single one of them for him.

The top cadres have gone to the second of the four.

Virgo was seriously injured during the day, and it would be good to have 7 or 8 percent of his combat strength left at this time.

As for the others.

Compared with a fleet of navies, it is really a lot worse.

It is rare for him to release water, and if he can't block his attack, he may die instantly.

He started up playing against both Pika and Virgo.

In just two minutes, the two top cadres of the Don Quixote family were completely closed.

If it weren't for the fact that both of them had mastered the two-color domineering, this time would not be autistic, but a violent death!

It doesn't look much better now, and the scars on my body look like they're going to end at any moment. The other cadres were not so lucky, and Buffalo was beheaded with a knife, like the head of a propeller flying out several meters high.

There is also the youngest De Ringer, who was directly cut in half.

There is no big or small thing in the eyes of Xun.

This young but extremely arrogant fishman was solved by him casually.

As for the others, they were lucky to survive...... I don't know if it's more lucky to be imprisoned in Impelton or to die.

On another battlefield not far from here.

The winner is also clear.

The shadows of different heights looked a little blurry in the moonlit night sky, and they didn't become much clearer on the smooth ground.

The two figures are not more than two meters apart, no, if you zoom in closely, there is not even a meter.

A long knife was held by a relatively short figure, and the long knife was inserted from the chest of the person opposite, stabbing out from the back.

There was still a little blood on the purple-black blade, and a faint cold light reflected on the blade.

Mo Sen drew the knife, and with a slight flick of the blade, the blood on it disappeared completely.

Zheng!

Knife into the sheath.

Puff ......

The tall Doflamingo's knees weakened, and he almost collapsed on his knees.

Brubru ...... Brubru ......

"Hey, old man of the Warring States, your call is very timely." Mo Sen's voice was brisk, "How do you know that my matter here has just ended, it can't be that you have specially found someone with some ability to keep an eye on me, right?" ”

"Bastard boy! It's a good task, you don't have peace of mind, you bastard actually went to war directly in the palace of a king under the Seven Martial Seas, I'm still the last to know the news, do you still have me as a marshal in your eyes? Such news was still told by the world government. ”

"Hey, this can't be relied on on me, where is there time to report to you when the matter is urgent, am I not going to get everything done and then tell you in detail?

I didn't expect me to call you just after this time, did you install a monitor next to me? "Mawson is on the side of the truth.

"Moreover, I don't think the title of His Majesty's Seven Martial Seas is incorrect, it should be His Majesty's Six Martial Seas to be considered in line with the actual situation."

The war drum beard on the other end of the phone bug jumped hard, his eyes narrowed under the toad mirror, and his mind turned a thousand times for a moment: "Don't sell it, tell me what's going on?" ”

The phone bug is very competent to imitate the eager tone of the Warring States period vividly.

Mawson no longer whetted his appetite for the Warring States, and explained in a loud voice: "What else can it be, the original thing was that Doflamingo, this bastard guy, did it, Caesar. Kulang is working with him, and the evidence is conclusive. ”

"Good!" Sengoku slapped the table excitedly.

Then there was a chaotic click, which made Mo Sen's expression strange, it couldn't be that the old man of the Warring States was too excited to fall apart his desk all of a sudden, right?

"Old man of the Warring States, what's the situation with you?"

After a while, Sengoku's voice came: "Ahem...... Don't care about these details, Doflamingo dared to make a move against the naval prison ship, and the appointment of His Majesty the Seven Martial Seas would no longer be effective.

The people of the World Government even questioned why the Navy did something to His Majesty the Seven Martial Seas, and now it is up to them to see what they have to say.

When will you be able to arrest the Don Quixote family, and I will not need to send someone to assist you. ”

Mo Sen pouted, old man of the Warring States, you don't trust me.

"There's nothing wrong with arresting and bringing them to justice, but I don't know how many others can catch their breath?"

Sengoku's beard jumped again, and he seemed to understand what Mawson said just now: "You kid won't have completed the task, right?" ”

"Luck, luck, I just finished my side when you called, do you think it's a coincidence?"

"And what do you mean by what you just said?"

"Literally." Mo Senguo's voice made the Warring States sound like a hard grasp and beating, but it was obviously a little beyond the reach of the whip now, "The Don Quixote family was not long before you called, and the senior cadres should have been wiped out, as for how many are alive, we still need to wait for confirmation." ”

Sengoku asked about the key figures: "And what about Doflamingo?" ”

"Guess."

！！！

I guess you're got a leg!!

If you bastard kid are in front of me, if I don't fight, you're called a bully.

"Speak well!" Sengoku suppressed his emotions, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth.

If it weren't for the fear that this bastard kid would hang up the phone, the evil dragon roar of the Warring States would have flown over through the phone bug.

"Really, why is the old man so anxious, he can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." Mawson muttered as he took the phone bug microphone down a little.

"Hey, Doflamingo, don't play dead, squeak and I'll have an explanation."

Yes, Mawson's stab didn't kill Doflamingo.

It's not that he is soft-hearted and wants to spare Doflamingo's life, but that leaving him alive is the real punishment.

For Doflamingo, letting him die a happy death was a gift to him.

A high-minded and arrogant person like him is imprisoned in a deep-sea prison, and he often comes to the prison to play...... Ahem, often pulling it out and whipping it doesn't make him more pleasant.

What the enemy wants, it will never satisfy him.

That's what makes it interesting.

"Ferver...... Cough...... Ahem, Mawson, are you scared? The knife wasn't supposed to be inserted into the heart, but I'm fully prepared for it. ”

"Tsk, if you want me to satisfy you, I have to say that you think too much.

As I said, the Deep Sea Prison is where people like you should be, and I hope you'll like it. ”