A group of people looked at each other for sure.

Saitama was a little inexplicable, and waved his hand again and again: "Ah...... I'm not ......."

"That's right, it has to be you, boss!"

Bora kept adding evidence in her mind, and said in a seemingly orderly manner: "First of all, Miss was alone all Sunday except for being with her boss, and you appeared with her tonight, which is the most powerful evidence!" ”

"...... so"

Mr.4 next to him seemed to have suddenly figured it out: "Mr. Saitama doesn't look like a new agent at all, but Miss takes care of you all Sunday, and puts you first everywhere!" Except for the boss, there should be no one who can make her treat her with that attitude, right? ”

Saitama continued to deny with empty eyes: "I'm not, I don't have ......"

At this time, Mr.1 Daz suddenly spoke: "It's also very strong, worthy of 0's strength." ”

Saitama scratched his head in annoyance and said, "I said that I am not ......"

Feng Clay slapped the table with a smile and raised his hand and shouted, "And it was natural to give us an order just now...... Say it's disbanded, don't ~ just kidding, boss! ”

……

"Well, I'm the boss."

After Saitama tried all kinds of explanations to no avail, he finally gave up on himself and said with empty eyes: "Then will you listen to my next instructions?" ”

A group of agents nodded without hesitation: "Of course, boss!" ”

"The Baroque studio was dissolved."

Saitama stood up, turned around and said, "So...... Try to be a good person in the future, guys. With that, despite the fact that the agents behind him had already fried the pot, Saitama strode out of the rain banquet and looked up at the moon on the street.

What a bunch of weirdos......

It's the first time I've seen someone rush to recognize someone else as the boss......

……

Under the same night sky

The real owner of the Baroque studio, Klockdahl, was lying in the desert very far away from the rain feast, convulsing all over.

The bald ......

Far beyond my imagination!

Why is a navy with such strength just a rear admiral?

"Ahem......"

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Klockdahl smiled weakly: "Really...... It's ugly...... How could I have lost so badly......"

"Since you choose to become a pirate, no matter who kills you, you should actually have no regrets."

The moonlight is falling.

The desert, which had been dead and silent, suddenly sounded a gloomy voice.

"On the sea, life and death depend on fate."

A shadow came from a distance, obscuring the moonlight in front of Klockdahl's eyes: "I think pirates like to say this to show off their outlaws, right...... One of the Seven Martial Seas of His Majesty - Klockdahl? ”

"What man!?"

Klockdahl's face was gloomy, and he secretly said something bad in his heart.

He has just been seriously injured by the bald demon king, and this guy who suddenly appeared is obviously not good.

You have to find a way to kill him by surprise......

"Hmph...... Don't waste your time, Klocodahl......"

The man seemed to have read through Klockdahl's thoughts, and sneered: "Even if you are not injured, you are not my opponent, and now that you are just a dying person, do you still have unrealistic illusions?" ”

By the light of the moon, Klockdahl finally saw the man's face.

He wears an eerie mask and a suit and leather shoes.

If it were someone else, they would not be able to recognize them, because they are strong people hiding in the shadows and not famous above the sea - CP0, the strongest shield of the Draco people!

But Klockdahl had been received by the World Government, and he knew the details of these guys very well!

"Bastard ......"

Klockdahl's breathing began to grow heavy: "Actually...... Lackeys of the Draconians...... Is it because I attacked Alabastan that the Draconians sent you to kill me!? ”

"Hehe, that's not such a naïve reason, Sand Crocodile."

The man crouched down and reached out to wipe the blood stains from Klockdahl's face, the white mask resembled a demon that seduced the soul: "Although theoretically speaking, the king of this country can indeed be regarded as a Celestial Dragon, but the 'wild seeds' who refuse to move into the Holy Land are not within our protection......

"I have a few questions for you, Sand Crocodile."

The man tilted his head: "You have been entrenched in Alabastan for a long time...... You don't look like you're a good guy...... It just so happened that we also got some news recently and told me ......"

"You're looking for an ancient weapon, the 'Hades', right?"

The secret plan that had been hidden in his heart for a long time was revealed by a sentence, and Klockdahl's shock at this time can be imagined.

This was a plan that only he and Robin knew about!

Why did these bastards at CP0 smell the wind?

Robin's hometown and all her relatives were destroyed by the World Government, and she would never tell these bastards!

"Judging by your expression, I should have guessed ......"

The face under the man's mask smiled visibly, and then asked a question that puzzled Klockdal: "The navy called 'Saitama' who was originally stationed in Rogue Town, has he already come to this country...... Were you badly injured by him? ”

Klockdahl gritted his teeth and said, "Why do you ask this...... Are the Draconians also interested in the fight between the Navy and the pirates!? ”

"Who cares about that kind of boring thing."

The man shrugged, his mask full of indifference: "I was just ordered to take the head of the 'Saitama' neck, and I was lucky to meet you before the assassination operation, Klocodahl......"

What the!?

Stooges of the World Government...... Actually want to assassinate the navy?

Aren't they in a gang?

......Shh

I thought only pirates would kill each other!

This group is even more vicious than the pirates.

Klockdahl secretly sighed in his heart about the squalor and filth of the political struggle, and his unhappy gloomy face: "Of course you are happy if you want to send you to death." ”

"Of course I know he's strong......"

The man stood up, and out of nowhere, he took out a cane and put it on Klockdahl's head: "Otherwise, he would not be qualified to be called the Secret Treasure of Justice, and he would not be qualified to bother me to kill him myself......"

Horrified to the breath of death, Klockdahl struggled to get up and resist.

But he was so badly wounded that he only moved slightly, and his whole body ached like tears.

"Don't struggle, Klockdahl."

The man raised the corners of his mouth, and the tip of his cane was slightly raised: "Seeing your miserable situation, I probably understand that his strength is indeed not to be underestimated, and he needs to prepare some 'troops' to ......"

"By the way, I'll give you some good news at the end."

Under the moonlight, the cold light in the man's eyes flickered: "It's not the group of wastes in the Holy Land who sent me here...... On the orders of the Five Old Stars, assassinate the Secret Treasure of Justice, as well as the Sand Crocodile who tried to spy on the ancient weapons......"

"Klokdal!"

The words landed, and the cane and pointgun had already stabbed Klockdahl in the head.

The blood flowed like a pour, and there was no sound.