Chapter 182: Warring States want to curse

Act-182

After drinking the second glass of red wine, Sengoku felt the sharp sword aura that had penetrated several floors without losing its sharpness, and the smile on his face collapsed little by little, but just like the houses left some ruins after the earthquake, the smile on Sengoku's face never really dissipated.

He put only a little red goblet left on the wall of the cup in his hand on the windowsill, the strength is great, the strength is ingenious, this bottle carving is painted with a bellflower flower, the glass cup, it was shocked into a puddle of glass powder, falling on the windowsill, shining under the reflection of the sunlight obliquely shining into the windowsill, like a small transparent desert with diamonds.

Sengoku stroked the broken glass foam, picked up a handful, gently kneaded it on his fingertips, and then blew into the center of his fingers, and even scattered some of the glass dust on the windowsill downstairs.

Crystal clear, like a rain of diamonds, and like scattered fragments of stars.

Not long after Branneux first arrived, Don Quixote Doflamingo came uninvited, accompanied by a "trash" who, according to him, had entered the empty office under the guidance of the "trash".

This "trash" is here to be a lobbyist, and he hopes that Sengoku will agree to one of Doflamingo's plans - to force Jiang Tian to make a feud with all the Seven Martial Seas. On this basis, he also hoped that Sengoku would turn a blind eye to Doflamingo's actions for a period of time later.

This did not contradict the original intention of besieging Jiang Tian at the New Year's ceremony that the Warring States hoped for, so the Warring States agreed for the time being. Later, he also took over the treasure of this "garbage", which is said to be a rare red wine that has been cellared for nearly 50 years.

However, Sengoku thought differently from Don Quixote Doflamingo's half-baked plan, and he thought more far-reaching.

What should be the meaning of the so-called "far-reaching"?

That is, Sengoku thinks not only of success, but also of failure! What's more, he thinks of the steps that follow success and failure.

It's the same as when a chess player plays chess, and the person who can calculate the farther future will of course have a better chance of winning than the person who calculates the future with fewer short moves. They often in the early stage, a layout that the opponent can't see through, it may be transformed into a fairy hand that slaughters the opponent's dragon, which is mysterious and wonderful.

Although the Warring States can't play Go, with the title of "wise general" who has not used his brains first, every time he acts, he will lay out a lot of seemingly useless but finishing touches at critical moments.

Against Jiang Tian, he made a total of two moves.

The first move was to send Porusalino to explore Jiang Tian's operation of the forces on the Sky Island.

Second trick...... Leave it at ease.

With all kinds of strange things in the North Sea and the information sent back by Polusalino to piece it together, although Sengoku had not really seen Jiang Tian, Jiang Tian's image was like a lifelike and fascinating picture, firmly engraved in his heart.

At the beginning of the World Government's order to "besiege Jiang Tian", the Warring States began to fight against Jiang Tian in his heart, but every time he had a chance of winning, a new news came, Jiang Tian's image was updated, and he needed to prepare new tactics and strategies for Jiang Tian.

Jiang is changing day by day, why is his Warring States changing with each passing day?

A gust of fresh wind carrying sycamore and a faint bloody breath blew, rolling up the few remaining glass fragments on the windowsill, and poured all the brains downstairs, shining and sassy, there was a bit of colorful light like a glow, a strange scene of divine light.

Sengoku smiled slightly, seeing that the domineering color spread outward like ripples of water, he continued to pay attention to the dynamics of the office on the two floors below.

After really sensing that several of them were in a mess, the smile on Sengoku's face did not decrease but rose, and he left the windowsill, and the crystal foam falling on his collar was unprecedentedly hung on his chest with a few of the heaviest medals.

He lowered his head to the illuminated floor to arrange the position of the medallion, raised his head, and strode towards the door.

As he walked, he thought to himself, "It's good to have this kind of feeling that everything is under control!" ”

Just took two steps, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the secret letter that he slammed to the ground, and the letters of Sakarsky on the secret letter jumped into the eyes of the Warring States, making him in a good mood suddenly feel as uncomfortable as stepping on a piece of shit.

Sengoku scolded angrily, "Sakasky, look at how I will clean you up after you come back!" ”

He snorted angrily and kicked the secret letter a few times, and then walked forward with his head held high, but after a few steps, he sneakily ran back again, and solemnly put the secret letter with many footprints into the pocket of the suit lining.

It's just that this last resort made Sengoku's face more and more gloomy.

"Really, if it weren't for the special means to burn these secret letters, I would have torn them to shreds and stepped on them a few more times."

"His grandmother's."

……

When Sengoku came to the conference room, the white lacquer carved wooden door of the conference room was wide open, and through the crack in the door, you could clearly see the blood stains and rubble on the ground, as well as the ...... wearing sunglasses and a gold necklace Woman's head.

The Warring States came with anger, and after seeing this scene, they were naturally even more angry. He slammed the door open and stepped into the conference room.

But when he saw the scene in the conference room, he was really dumbfounded.

The domineering appearance of the Warring States is not profound, and he can't see the "future", and at the same time, he can't draw a clear outline for some people who perceive it. He watched the play upstairs with a domineering look, just like a tourist on one bank watching a burned house on the other bank across the river.

You can see the fire, you can even hear the wailing, but you can't see anything more detailed.

Therefore, Sengoku only knew that his goal had been achieved, but he did not know that his goal had been achieved...... A bit "good"? Or so good!

As the saying goes, it's too much, and the scene in front of him made the Warring States, who was still a little happy in his heart, suddenly fall to the bottom.

Now that he saw it, with his position and identity, of course, he had to scold him severely, but he was upset, and even the scolding was a little bit really angry, "What are you doing!" ”

Moonlight Moria, who had a broken arm, was the first to react, he licked the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and after showing a cruel and bloodthirsty smile at the country, his figure flashed away.

He actually picked up a fist bigger than the head of the Warring States, jumped high, and smashed straight at Jiang Tian from the ceiling.

And Jiang Tian, who was blocked by the huge body of Moonlight Moria, was not afraid, he even bent down leisurely, turned sideways and said hello to the Warring States who had just entered the conference room, but he only had time to say the word "Warring States", so he had no choice but to get up and carry the Moonlight Moriah who fell from the sky with a punch.

However, in the interval of the fist stalemate, Jiang Tian still smiled and finished the next two words, "Hello." ”

Then, Jiang Tian increased the force of his fist, and threw out Moonlight Moria, who was spurting blood like a fountain from the broken arm, with one punch.

Wait for Moonlight Moriah to smash through the walls of the conference room and inlay it into the wall of the next room like a humanoid relief. Jiang Tiancai retracted his gaze with a sigh, and casually pulled out the sycamore wood sword behind his back, and met the sneak attack of Doflamingo's flaming whip, which also had a broken arm.

If the Warring States were struck by lightning, they felt that thousands of calculations were temporarily fed to the dogs.

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